14

The shopping trip continued later - it was very difficult to remove this smell.

Kirby didn't want to come with us and stayed at home.

Lately, my sweet and always cheerful brother has become blacker than a cloud.

Of course, I can quite understand him, but...

Before that, we had only lost our parents and I just realized that I had to put up with it. You just need to be strong and forget what hurts you the most...

If you turn off your memory, it makes it easier.

Over time, it will get over and you can learn to live with it.

The pain can stop at any moment.

Over time, even tears can dry up...

— Hmm, not bad, maybe these ones?— Darek shows.

This time we went into a small and not so pompous shop, but what Dariush chose...

— Oh my God, what an incredible horror!—Cornelius said with artistic enthusiasm.— Darek, and you seriously think that my waitresses will walk around my club in this?—

— Why?.. I don't understand what's wrong?—Dariusz asked in surprise.

— It's like a rainbow threw up on this dress.—I said.— I would not say that this dress is scary, but it would be the most suitable for employees of a children's cafe.—

— Eh... Yes, probably. I can cook pretty well, but I don't have the skills to dress...—Darek sighs.— I remember how my favorite cartoon characters dressed and my clothing preferences are similar to this...—

— It's nothing...—I patted Dariush's shoulder reassuringly.

I feel very sorry for him.

This sweet child had to grow up too soon...

— If we choose something that is more suitable for the image of our club, you will measure it, my dear!— Cornelius said, smiling.— We don't have another female models...—

— Do I mind, or what?—I asked.— I don't remember being against it.—

— Then go try this on.—Darek handed me the rainbow dress he had been holding in his hands.

— I can agree.—I replied.— But the question is, will Cornelius like it?—

Kaminsky Senior laughed.

— Okay, okay, we won't try on all the outfits, but Darek will try on this one.— He said.— Don't look at me like that, you chose it yourself!—

Suddenly I noticed a short red dress.

It immediately reminded me of the insanely beloved doll that stood in my bedroom - Baby.

— Guys... Guys! I think I've found what fits best here...— I lifted the dress up so that the guys could get a better look at it.

— Wow...—Cornelius's eyes bulged.— It's not bad!—

— So I'll go try it on.—I said.

After putting on the dress behind the curtain of the fitting room, I took lipstick out of the pocket of my jacket and drew circles on my cheeks, just like Baby's.

Cornelius flinched when I pulled back the curtain, and Darek involuntarily stepped back.

— This is the most beautiful nightmare that I see in reality!—Kaminsky Sr. said with a smile.— So this is it...—

We chose all the same dresses, all the sizes that they had.

And there really were a lot of them... When we went to the club, I had a strange feeling...

Kirby was in danger. For some reason, I'm more sure of this than ever.

— Cornelius, we need to go home. Or I'll go alone if you're busy.—I said.

— No, we'll go together. If something happened to Kirby, I can help. Darek will stay here, he already understands everything here and will see to everything.— Cornelius took the keys from the table.

It seems that he suspects something too - his beloved is driving faster than before.

— I think you're right...— He said.— I feel something too, but not so much. My strength always remains in small pieces in places where I visit often, so I don't stay anywhere for long...—Cornelius turned between the houses.— We can take a shortcut here.—

— You're nervous... Any idea who's in our house?—I asked. I see that my beloved is afraid and this makes me many times more afraid.

The phone is bursting with vibrations in the breast pocket of my sweater with skulls.

It's strange, but I just noticed it now...

— Pick up the phone, otherwise this buzzing causes a headache. And what if it's Kirby?— Cornelius drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for such a long traffic light signal now.

— Hello?— I pressed the "accept call" button.

— Eddie? Well, at least you've responded! Can you come to the airport?—

Ryan! Damn, I'd completely forgotten about him!

— Ryan, have you arrived?—I asked, trying not to betray that I was very scared right now.

— Yes, it's almost there. Will you come to meet me?—Ryan paused, as if analyzing the intonation of my voice.—Why isn't Kirby answering the phone?—

— Busy, he's busy, he cleaning the house.—I said.— We'll be there. I really want to see you...—

— Who do you want to see there?—Cornelius turned to me.

— Ryan's coming. We'll need to meet him at the airport.—I said.

— Okay, we'll talk about it later!—Cornelius said.— It seems that your intuition was one hundred percent right.—

As we approached, my favorite closet flew out into the street.

— Damn it!—I said angrily.— They will pay back for my battered house!—

— Hey, Eddie, don't run ahead!—Cornelius grabbed my jacket.— You're only walking behind me.—

— Okay, Commander...—I said with slight irritation.

Cornelius kicked down the door with a light movement of his foot and held the gun forward.

— Well, they've finally arrived!— he shot a man in a metal suit in the head.— Hello, bastards!—

The head of a creature that looks like a human was torn to pieces by contact with a bullet.

Cornelius runs between two fake people, being from behind, he bumped their foreheads.

Microchips buzzed, and cracked skulls sparkled.

The way Cornelius moves is simply admirable.

For some reason, his fights always look like a dance.

Hanging on to our favorite lamp, I ran away and knocked off one of the attackers' head like a bottle cap.

Cornelius whistled.

No matter how many times we killed Mariusz's robots, it seemed that there were more and more of them.

Everything went into action during the fight: table legs, chairs, dishes.

Cornelius made a gesture with his hand for me to break through to the top.

I nodded and knocked several creatures off their feet with our lamp torn from the wall.

One of them had a silicone pad depicting a face come off, and a mess of microchips appeared, similar to the diagram of muscles in anatomical manuals.

— Ugh!—I grimaced in disgust.

It was very difficult to make my way up, especially since I was afraid to leave Cornelius alone with so many robots.

I think Kirby is screaming up there...

— Oh my God!— I ran, missing the blow, just one blow, but with the second I still knocked the robot down the stairs, breaking through the railing.

Kirby is really screaming, but not in the way I originally thought.

My brother is now fighting off a crowd of robots with an axe in his hands, and it seems that he is not screaming out of fear...

Running forward, I knock Kirby down and we fly into my room.

Oh, it's so good that my door closes with a bang!

— Kirby, you should have hidden and called us! If something had happened to you...—I said angrily.

— I did a great job myself! What about how I was?—Kirby smiled childishly and crazily at the same time.— If you took a break, did you go on a second run? I want to scrap them all!—

— Oh, Kirby, Kirby... My dear brother, are these superhero games for you?— I rubbed my sore head.— Just don't try to be a hero, it's better to sit out one more time to stay alive...—

Cornelius' bag, which he's been keeping under my bed since yesterday, is still here.

It's very good that no one thought to look in there...

— Kirby, what do you prefer from weapons?—I asked.

— Give me his big gun, but I can handle the axe.—Kirby took the gun from me.

I took a shotgun and a mixture of a pistol and a machine gun, if Cornelius needed another weapon.

The door flies off its hinges and shatters into pieces, and I immediately shot the first robot that broke in here.

Kirby grabbed the axe in one hand and the pistol in the other.

He can really become a pro...