The Greater Evil

Surreal doesn't even begin to describe it.

It was like one of those insane fever dreams your mind cooks up when you're deep, deep under… only it was real - this was all real.

Harry stared at me like a cornered animal, a feral beast gnashing stained, bloodied teeth - the rope around his ankle eating into his skin. 

This desperation, this blind anger - I've only ever seen it one time, the first time… when Jay and I first met. Those loathing eyes, I remembered them all too well.

I don't know it was… maybe it was the fact he was using Harry's disheveled face as his mask, but that frail, bony figure half-hidden in darkness had an aura about him that permeated a frigid chill that nearly froze my blood.

Without even thinking, the question jumped out my lips like practiced instinct, "Is Harry still in there?"

Mom immediately followed my gaze, turning halfway, and glancing at him with a half-stare.