A Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 53

[Reaver appears disinterested at the words being echoed from the shadows as he stares down at the large wet stain on the carpet.
“He doesn’t know shit. His brother has all the answers.”]

Monday 3-12-2012

Cassius stares bleakly at the muted television displaying images of a car chase in a movie he has never seen before. He is eating a bowl of cereal very carefully as he stares. His naked body is rather rigid as he sits on a wooden chair in the middle of a dark and near empty motel room. It is a little after four o’clock in afternoon but the closed blackout curtains make it seem as though it is late at night. It is an odd picture for anyone unaware of his condition.

Since the accident Cassius has destroyed numerous televisions, couches and countless pieces of clothing from static. He has come to find that when he comes in contact with electricity in even the most miniscule quantities, his body seems to amplify it and discharge it almost uncontrollably. The contact between clothing and the fabric of a couch often caught him off guard and created just enough of a static discharge to create an arc flash that would set everything within three feet of him on fire. It is to this effect that he is careful in every movement he makes, cautious of every surface he comes into contact with and has now become a hermit in hiding. Too many accidents has drawn too much attention to his condition and thus he has soared to the top of Reaver’s list of “must haves”.

A soft knock at the door breaks his concentration on the television. He stands and slowly moves across the room towards the door. The carpet throughout the room has been removed and the cold cement subfloor makes his toes tingle. He doesn’t make a sound as he moves.