Dasken's head tilted, as though his neck held no support for his head. "How?" He said. His grin widened, yet again, impossibly. His eyes flashed, then he turned towards Ashley.
He laughed.
He laughed a gut-wrenching, horrifyingly cruel laugh, amplified as though it were said through a megaspeaker. He leaned back, continuing to laugh, his arms still limp at his sides. He stopped suddenly, returning to his hunched forward position. "I am a bit off." He created an explosion around Darcel, one that destroyed the ground beneath his feet and led directly to a 30-foot by 30-foot by 60-foot hole.
He didn't even look at Darcel. His eyes locked with Ashley's, and it became apparent to only Ashley all of his misery, his fear, his rage, his insanity. His entire life and experiences had poured forth for Ashley, along with a single plea.
Help. Me.
He then began to beocme hot in Danny's hands.
Very, very, VERY hot.