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0 6 | How Far We Go
C A L I X   A C E
 Calix was a foolish man. Foolish in the way he allowed desire to ooze out of him like a fountain filled with ichor. Foolish in the way rustic metal cavorted in his mouth as space metaphors trailed from his soft, fiery lips. He was a foolish, foolish man. Because after everything, he still sought after that wonderland that grazed her essence and trickled complexities from her aura. Calix had never been foolish, but damnation scarred his presence for interacting with her. He was foolish for brushing his skin against hers. Foolish for allowing such maddening thoughts to consume him. She was slowly becoming his favorite kind of poison.
 Hymns of silence awoke at his departure. The wind kissed his cheek and nestled his skin. A haze floundered but he had never been more aware than he had been then. That chill was enough to shatter any salacious fantasies that conjured in his mind. It was crisp and nipping, nothing about it tender and everything about it direct. 
It was enough to swivel him toward his original objective. Snake. And averting from his new favorite kind of distraction. Bumping into Vulia hadn't been a part of his original plan, but he didn't let that off track. Because this was a train with a one-time stop he couldn't miss it. So when Calix caught wind of Snake's frequent smoke breaks, he was a man of action. Plan B was quickly initiated: stealthily, quietly, and hastily. He'd be in and out.
His breaks usually lasted around an hour at about the same time. Originally, if Vulia hadn't been present, Calix would have pulled the stunt of needing a tattoo from Snake and threatening him while they were in the room alone. But being in the alleyway behind the tattoo parlor was a bit more fitting for Calix now that he lost course of his original plan. Snake would be more vulnerable and there'd be fewer bystanders. The perfect opening. 
Trash loitered the space and the sun had been vacant in the sky. Darkness loomed over that area, Calix's shadow a mere friend and an enemy to Snake. No one else was present but the two. Fucking perfect. Calix stepped into the cruddy alleyway. He watched Snake's semi-circle walk while his eyes stayed trained on the ground in deep thought. He hadn't heard Calix's quiet invasion and if the plan was to kill Snake that day, he could have easily gone through with it.
 He pressed the gun against the back of Snake's head and it was like the life flushed out of Snake. He could practically hear Snake's heartbeat pounding in his throat and dropping to his stomach. he could smell his fear as if it had been the most expensive cologne to grace the Earth. And that brought a sick smile to his face as he cocked the gun back to ensure that the fear lingered. Snake remained still. 
"Turn around and if you try anything I'll put a bullet in your fucking skull," Calix stated calmly. Snake did as he was told, hands up, and turning slowly. The cigarette dangled from Snake's lips, the tobacco ash slowly kissing the cigarette butt as it accumulated and sprinkled onto the ground in a pile between them. Snake's dark eyes met Calix's bright, soulless irises. There was a flicker of desperation, but he caught it. 
"What do you want Calix?" 
"You dead," Calix admitted. "But I was informed of a better solution; one that could benefit us both."