the marshmallow burned slowly, melting until its final moment. mads kept eyes closed, jaw slack, shaking his head slowly at thalia’s question. silence was loud, and suspense must be built to such a bold speculation — if we were in a horror movie, here, among those cursed woods where people actually experienced terror and death, who among us would be the one spreading a new curse? was thalia ok? he stared at her, a tight curve at the corner of his pressed lips. mads loved her creativity, her artistic mind & wild imagination; what else was he expecting from it, really? a quick glance to everybody around was enough to make up his mind. the marshmallow received some needed attention, a blow & a big bite, to empty the wooden stick. the natural fork was pointed towards thalia.
“ not you. ” he said after two seconds of silence. “ you wouldn't hurt a fly, would you, darling? that's dangerous too ya know, the lack of violence, but, well … ” a shrug, the stick travelled around some faces until gen was the target. “ anger issues, a psychotic break? i'd support you though. ” a wink was sent her way, and the stick travelled around again, without choosing anyone, mads continued : “ white guys are always at the top of the list but i don't think jason would make a comeback around here. weirdos with supernatural fetishes are my type so i won't be pointing fingers at them. weirdo with a frog fetish ... maybe. ” another pause. “ if a frog told them to do it. weed head if a bad trip sent him into a psychotic break and, ” the stick ended on himself. the very sharp tip against jugular. “ a freak, satanist, mad man, just because. everybody here has killer potential. ” another shrug, he rested the stick near the fire, warming hands before pointing to her direction again, this time with his index finger. “ but i vote for gen. ”
