High Price

Morning is blurred by the thick fog that hangs over the city; a grayness that seeps into souls. Jack steps away from the window and peers into the dark cave of his room. Not clearly remembering all of the past evening, he resumes his seat on the bed and looks at his unexpected roommate, slumped in the only chair in the room. Lighting the bedside lamp, the flame casts pale shadows over Warren's face. Humans are so vulnerable when they sleep...but then, all living beings are, even ones with devils inside. Jack, reluctant to wake a peaceful looking rest, places his hand on Warren's knee; shaking him awake means setting an avalanche in motion, no turning back now. Feeling like the world is coming to an end, Jack wiggles Warren's knee and calls out. Time to wake up my friend.
In the dim light, Warren tries to focus his tired eyes only to realize the face across from him is strange...all he can recognize is the unmatched eyes starring back at his. Not wishing to upset the man before him, considering his state of mind the night previously, he quietly asks what has happened.
Eyes close and head bends down, with shoulders following in a droop...a short, but heavy sigh escapes lips in a grimace.
The villain came to see me, here, in my own room; waiting like a lover, but all he feels is hate. A guaranteed promise of destruction to all that are precious to me was the message he conveyed. I wanted to kill him, I could have done it, even though it meant I would die for it on the gallows, if caught. But all I could do was stand there and cry...a feeble, gutless shell of a man; he just stood there, disgusted and disappointed, taunting a broken foe and pushing me to attack him by making threats of death. Then he left and I panicked, followed by rage against my apathy only to be threatened again with damnation as he exited the building.
Befriending me has been a great mistake and I fear you will pay the price...