Fever

Perhaps because of the fever, I began to dream repeatedly. I dreamed of some stick figures, gender indistinguishable, pitch-black like the adult cartoons released by Channel [-]*, all of them had sharp teeth, and their movements were stiff but fast. , one by one lined up and knelt before a strange God.It might be the devil, anyway, I can't tell, it's enough to make me feel uneasy, I can't sleep well, sometimes I dream that I stumble and fall in my dream, from a very high place, there are people with arms outstretched below, but When I fell, I saw these devilish little guys all around, holding up knives and shouting indistinctly, Ishealive?

I'm alive! ——!I woke up almost immediately, my heart was beating violently, and the cold sweat all over my body made me feel uncomfortable.I turned over and got out of bed, my hands were still trembling, so I reached out to open the door. My father seemed to have gone to work, and the house was quiet, no different from my childhood.I walked slowly around the house in my slippers, and when I passed the study, I saw the cabinet of books, from Alphet Bellevue* to Mercio Leichter*, Shakespeare to Byron, no The Shaoshu is also accompanied by the annotations I made with a pencil.I took out a book casually, and saw thin markings on the edge. It was actually the Morse code that my father and I made in a fit of anger when I was a child.Oh... this is a photo of me at Harrow, did my father keep it all along?

I sat on the chair and started to flip through the previous sketchbook. The lines in it were very immature, but I faintly felt that I wanted to cry.There are several thick books, and when I flipped through them again, I felt desperate. Look at these, the uncle from the top view, the kissing man and woman... Now I can't draw them.Death strangled my throat, and I could feel his breath up close. It was cold, and my body trembled violently.

Not only am I getting further and further away from the world.I am getting further and further away from myself.I've been waiting for the right time my whole life, and I seem to be drifting away, so that now I can't get it back at all, I hold my sketchbook and ask myself, what happened to you Arthur, why did you become what you are now?

The answer is, I don't know either.I really feel like I'm sick. Maybe the virus has been hidden in my blood vessels for a long time, and it's only the lack of stimulation that keeps the delicate balance.It is wandering in my body at this time, trying its best to tell me the truth, enough!Enough I know!

I was dizzy again, so I stood up, thought about it for a while, and finally put the notebook on the table.I'm really tired... very much.I went back to my room, put on my overcoat, got my keys, and walked slowly down the street to my studio.The wind was very cold, I didn't wear a hat, I left the hat at home... I did it on purpose.In short, I was exhausted, and I walked for more than an hour for half an hour's journey.I think I'm going to faint on the road anytime, anywhere, and then it's a shame.

The place I want to go back is not there... not there, my consciousness tells me so, that is not where you end!I know it is a strange and dark palace, and death is like a new sun.I walked slowly, pedestrians passed me, and I tried to avoid contact with them, which made me feel a little better.In fact, I can't tell the situation, I just think I want to leave as soon as possible.

Death is after me.Is not London my coffin?I sneered, I straddled it!I answered them from the bottom of my heart, be quiet for a while!I'll be right back!

At this time, I will try my best to delete some memories, and the street turns into a bridge before my eyes.It seemed that if I lost my balance I would fall, and after a difficult journey, I finally reached the studio, the door was open, and Alisa was sitting on the doorstep, overlapping with Isa in a trance.She was very surprised to see me, and quickly stood up and ran towards me, and then hugged me.

I said to her, "K·K is fine without me, right?"

She looked at me with wide eyes, then shook her head vigorously, "Not good. It sucks."

Then she started crying, women always cry like that, and I patted her on the shoulder and helped her back into the room.She looked at me with some unease, and I just said softly, "Now that Isa is gone...you should take responsibility for what she left behind, shouldn't you?"

"...Well." She nodded slightly, and then she stared at me again and said, "What about you? You won't leave, will you?"

"I won't go." I replied, "I won't leave K.K."

This is my kingdom, how could I leave... Even if I die, I will stay with it.I gradually had a thought in my heart, I felt that my heart was as frozen as a stone, and there would be no more movement.My whole body was tightly wrapped by plastic film, gradually suffocating.

"Really?" She asked back in disbelief. I didn't answer directly, but just took out another ring from my pocket, which was exactly like the one Isa and I had. I just asked her to open her palm and put the ring on it. In the palm of her hand, she said, "Here you are."

She didn't look up.She just gripped the ring tightly and said nothing.I was also silent, but my breathing was heavy, and it was the feeling of drinking a mixed hallucinogen. This time there were even a lot of voices, and the tune was raised like a choir.There are only two colors that keep swaying in front of my eyes, and that is extreme red and green.

Extremes will eventually come together, there is nothing wrong with that, because two extremes are born to come together*, my complexion looks terrible, Alisa caressed my forehead with some concern, and then exclaimed, "God! Do you have a fever?"

"I think... I need to sleep," I mumbled, my throat dry. "Can you leave me alone?"

"Do you need medicine? I think I can get some," she said, standing up, "Get some rest!"

I didn't hear her exhortations clearly, I just fell headlong on the bed, and my whole body became groggy again.This time the dream was clearer, and I saw many black cypresses * grafted on myrtle, entangled with each other, and the broken branches were like forgotten, dying wounded*, lying in a pool of blood, covered with wounds. Corpses, they struggled hard, but died motionless.The lights from the cigarette butts danced around me, they swirled and heaved, engulfed me in a searing heat.And someone kept calling me, come on!This is the world you want!Come on!

Then I dreamed again.I feel like I'm dreaming about everything, but every time I wake up there's no one around.Like BADDREAM...it sucks.I just keep spinning in my own world.I didn't just dream about these.I also dreamed a lot, someone was kissing me, but his kiss was really cold and cold.The bloody corpses were tied up on the barbed wire, and the whole world was red.This might be hell, I haven't seen it, so I can't say for sure, anyway, I stood there silently, I don't know when I was bound, and there were four black shadows entangled, they laughed loudly , Laughing outrageously, my heart shivered.They say, have you had enough?

It's called despair.It's called death.It's called suffocation.It's called indifference.They were imprinted on my arms, I opened my eyes and felt several knives go into my chest, and then took root in my heart.I don't know how long I was in a coma, and I woke up a few times in a daze. I seemed to see Alfred in a trance, but I couldn't see his face clearly.Anyway, when I was fully awake, there was no one in the house.I got out of bed and I was forced to lock the door, so I did, and I pulled the curtains and locked the door, and I looked at my phone, and I thought I needed to be prepared.

I have never been more determined, more sane.

Thoughts only take a moment.I don't know if I'm lucid or dim, but I'm pretty sure of what I'm doing.In fact, I can't even tell what day it is. My whole body is weak, but my brain seems to have been injected with stimulants.I don't know if everyone is like me, so painfully excited before making up their minds, I sat on the side of the cabinet, and then opened the drawer, there was a pistol in it, and naturally many people will keep a legal range of pistols to protect themselves .I guess I'm protecting myself now, too, and it's come in handy.

I leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.It scorched my congested throat and made my voice crack when I opened my mouth.I took the phone and saw Alfred's name in the address book.I suddenly wanted to call him, so I had a cigarette in my mouth, turned on the speakerphone, held a pistol in one hand, and looked at it carefully.

"Arthur?" He answered quickly, which surprised me, "What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing..." I said hoarsely, "...I just found out that there is no one at home, so...I just want to call you."

"Oh—I'm out with Alyssa," he said. "I'll be home in about 10 minutes. Are you awake now?"

I held up the gun, it was so beautifully shiny.So I put the safety on and my finger on the trigger.I thought about it for a while, and decided that for the convenience of talking, I still put it against the carotid artery, which is really warm there.

"I'm sober," I replied, "very much."

Not knowing if he sensed something was wrong, he paused for a moment, and then said, "Arthur, you'd better lie down now—you know? You're not allowed to go anywhere."

"Oh no," I smiled, "I'm pretty sure what I'm supposed to do, I just want to tell you a few words."

He was silent for about half a minute, then he said, "What do you want to say?"

"UMH..." I raised my head and said, "I've thought about it for a long time, what you said is correct, I should be... crazy now."

"Arthur, I'm—"

"Anyway, that's it, the word GEK is great, oh yes, I hope the next series of photos will be taken by you, remember to give your girlfriend a copy," I smiled, sliding my finger on the trigger, "name me Think about it too."

"……what is it call?"

"Deathandhisfeverfriend*." My voice became more and more hoarse, something was approaching me, so my breathing became short of breath, "That's it... hang up."

Al yelled over there, but I dropped the phone, and the cigarette burned out, and I stubbed it out and threw it in the ashtray.I got up and walked to the window, the curtains were heavy and blocked all the light.In a perfect world, everything is great.I closed my eyes, and slowly pulled the trigger.At that moment, really only a moment, a black shadow engulfed me.

oh.marvelous.

"Yes—that's it, that's right, be more ruthless, eyes, pay attention to eyes... OK is great! Alright, let's continue after a while."

Alfred gestured to the Slavic model Natalia, and they all relaxed and walked away in twos and threes. Emma came to London for a tour. She and Alyssa had a good relationship, and the two chatted happily.Now K·K's chief designer is Alyssa, she is wearing a black skirt, with a lavender bow on her head, she looks very dignified.

"It's a beautiful design," Emma said sincerely. "She really fits this style."

"That's why Arthur fell in love with Natalia at the first sight." Alisa replied, her hand rubbed the cup anxiously, "It's a pity... Anyway, now K.K is developing very well, at least not letting Disappointed."

"You've worked hard." The American girl sighed, and then put her arms around her shoulders, "Al never told me after that why he... well, don't make that look, it's all over."

"He didn't leave anything behind," Alisa murmured, "I only found his design draft, and the book...and nothing."

Emma raised her eyebrows, and then she took the magazine on the table, with Natalia on the cover, photographed by Al.She wears cold smoky makeup, her shoulders are also bare, and there is a painted scar on her neck.She was holding a skull with Arthur Kirkland engraved on it, a large area of ​​black and white, except for the bright red nails on her hands.She seemed to grip the skull hard, and then squeezed his life out of it.The cover design is extremely concise, and there is a line of words in the middle, K·K's new series is released.

"Death&hisfeverfriend, did you come up with the name of this series?" Emma asked, Alisa shook her head, and then said softly, "Al said it."

"Will he come up with such a name?" The girl was a little taken aback, but then she smiled as if she understood something, "However, it's really great."

"What's great?" Alfred walked towards them while drinking mineral water. Alisa waved his hand and said with a smile, "Speaking of photos and designs, it's great."

"Of course." He said confidently, "at least I have always been very sure of his art."

"Besides art?"

"Besides art..." Alfred was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile.

"I also like * him."