The Enemy Within

He found the devilishly handsome Gaston waiting, arms crossed over his chest on the verdant plain when he reopened his eyes.

His old nemesis' smile grated at his mind, and his brows twitched when he peered into his starless dark eyes.

'I can't believe I'm helping him.'

A torrent of curses flooded his mind. But even if he hated Gaston, he knew the benefits he could bring balanced the risks.

He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, the fresh scent of nature somewhat calming his chaotic mind.

"What will Julius think..."

His shoulders trembled as he imagined his brother's disappointment collapsing on him like a boulder.

"Who cares? I'm not after any of you anymore. I've moved on to bigger and better things."

Gaston's evil chuckles echoed in the plain, disturbing its harmony with a veil of darkness.

"You bastard! I knew I couldn't trust you."