(complete) Sex, intrigues, lies - the Game is like normal politics, just that now people lose their brain over it. Macbeth meets House of Cards and Game of Thrones in a fantastic ride to the Brexit referendum battled out in the reality TV show envir...
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Matis stalked away. He walked for a bit without knowing where he was going. Nothing happened other than that he took the next step, and the next, without aim. Finally, he turned around.
Between the leaves of the bushes and the spring flowers in their beds he saw Hel walking off into the other direction. Nothing about her spoke of an intention to ditch and dissolve his leaf in the Tree's well in the foreseeable future. Not that he would know what she would need to do for that. But she was heading straight toward Justin, whom Matis could just make out standing to the side of the house.
Without a goal, any direction was as good as the next. In the nothingness, in which Matis hovered, no harbor was waiting for him. At a loss what to do, he followed Hel.
"Where is he?" Justin asked as soon as Hel was close enough to hear him without shouting.
"He didn't look well," Hel replied. It was not a lie, but what followed was. "I sent him to rest." Matis couldn't immediately think of a reason why she would lie for him. He realized, he couldn't think. The energy raging in him nipped every attempt to do so in its bud. He tried to force the calm of the nothingness around him into his head as Hel continued, "It means I need to rely on you double. What happened here?"
Some emotion flickered over Justin's face, too fast to place. Matis, wrestling to make the outside world and his inside match again, could have sworn that it had been relief. No judgement, Matis admonished himself, since it only sabotaged his attempts to calm himself.
Justin nodded and started a report. "Let's see. The guy who closed the door into your face -,"
"Boris," Hel prompted. "Lord of the manor and since yesterday council member. Strategy Chair, not sure though what exactly that entails other than a new name tag and the need for a new letter head."
"Him. He yelled like a stuck pig, woke the whole hung over bunch. It triggered a huge pandemonium at the door. It made me climb over shards and through the missing window. I still don't like walking through people. Or doors and walls for that matter. It's just wrong." A shiver ran down Justin's back. His eyes went vacant until Hel put her hand in his and squeezed it. It brought him back around. He shook himself and gave Hel a forced smile. "Anyway. No sign of David, other than blood. The name of the man in the bed is Ed. His brother William is here as well."
"Yes, the brothers are council members. They are limpets."
"Sorry, what?" Justin asked confused.
"Limpets," Hel laughed. "That's what I dubbed people who attach themselves to others. The host or horse, however you want to think of that person, never gets rid of them again until the limpet is carried to a place that it deems worthy to claim as its own. David, William and Ed hardly ever appeared separated anywhere, the two brothers were constantly whispering into the team-leader's ear. It was so obvious to everyone what was going on that when the betrayal by the old Strategy Chair became public knowledge, it was considered a set deal that David would name one of them, most likely William, his new second."
