The gun to his head was less of a terror compared to the blinking cursor on the screen. He forced his mind to work. To say something. To make the fingers hit the keys and write something that will save him. And nothing appeared on the screen. The barrell of the gun pushed into his skull, sweat pored from his face and got into his eyes, but he could not take his hands off the keyboard to wipe off the sweat.
Then, something clicked, and his fingers moved.
The sweat disappeared from Razvik's face.
He felt the cool sensation of sweat taking off from his face and he smiled.
The gun is a carrot.
The gun in Elina's hand was a carrot. And this made her laugh. She laughed loud and hard, bent over double with the carrot in her hand like an obscene trophy.
"He did it!" She pointed the carrot at her brother who also had a smile on his face.
She bit into the carrot. "Look, Raz," she chomped around a piece of carrot in her mouth,"you've to help us, man."
He looked at her. How easily she had switched to asking for help when just a few seconds ago she was threatening to blow his brains out of his skull. But Razvik was a gentleman.
"Sure, what kind of help do you need?"
"You remember the fair where you first came to this side?"
"We need to burn that shit to the ground. We can't have more people coming here. It's creating a havoc with the magical ecosystem."
"Why can't you do it?" he asked as he put his fingers on the home keys once more.
"We're not allowed. Only someone from outside and someone with the right set of skills can do something like that."
"The skills with the keys." Wazif added as he picked the dishes from the table. "We'll go there and then you can do your keyboard magic to make that place dust. Then you can go your way and we can rebuild this place the right way."
Razvik thought for a few seconds and then he nodded. This was a way to get back home for him and it'd also help these people. A voice in his head asked him, how far he was willing to go with the keyboard? He didn't know the answer.