“But haven’t you ever wondered what it feels like?”
Dustin shook his head. His close cropped hair was mussed slightly in the reflection of the dim, blue light.
“Honestly, no. I could guess, but I don’t want to. I don’t really like even seeing people use it, truthfully.”
Raydin’s eyes rolled back in her head involuntarily as she rolled. Gelatinous, stormy electricity pulsed rhythmically up and down her body. Her eyes returned to their proper place and she groaned before speaking again, aware of Dustin’s presence once more, from where he stood across the room.
“But don’t you wonder what it feels like?”
“I already told you no.”
Raydin laughed in a whimsical, childish manner as she rolled over her head. The motion scraped her up a little, but she didn’t mind.
“You’re always such a go-getter. You always ramble on and on about firsthand experience and how you want to do this, and you want to try that. So why not this? A description just won’t do it justice.”
Dustin kept his calm resolutely, but he was starting to sweat. He tried the door handle again, but it wouldn’t budge. He sighed and turned around, facing his longtime friend. Friend from long ago, rather. He sighed.
“A description would do it perfect justice. Seeing its effects right now does it perfect justice.”
Raydin’s head slipped forward suddenly and her feet began to walk around in a circle, pulling her as she lay sprawled on the hard ground. Her hair was tied in knots.
“But why won’t you just try it?” she asked in a breathy, childish way. Her head flopped to one side so her vacuous eyes now stared up into Dustin’s. There was more pain on the surface of Dustin’s face, but the pain deep behind Raydin’s cloudy eyes put them both to shame. It made Dustin shake his head, and he breathed out with a somber expression.
“Because there are a few things, only a very few, that a person understands better before they do them. I mean, Raydin, could you even get up off the floor right now if you wanted to?”
“But I don’t want to,” she said in a sing-songy voice as her head twirled around.
“But suppose you did,” Dustin said earnestly, and then he sighed, shaking his head. “No one ever does, once they start on it. I’d bet that abominable stuff has been running its fingers over you since the last time we saw each other.”
Raydin’s eyes rolled back in her head and she didn’t respond. Dustin heard an audible pop as her shoulder contorted out of the range of normal human movement. Raydin seemed blissfully unaware.
Dustin tried the door handle again. It was still locked.