"Only if you light me one too," said Ryan.
Jeff found another cigarette next to him in Matt's mouth. A match flared, as Ryan lit both Jeff and the other cigarette.
"Here ya go," said Ryan. The flame reflected in his eyes, as he stepped into light the cigs.
Matt's finger closed around both cigs, and he took a couple puffs.
Jeff was screaming as he burned and the hot smoke flowed through him into Matt's mouth, and then came back out over him. It was insane. It hurt, but it also felt good. He was a cigarette, he was serving his purposed now.
"My cig," reminded Ryan. He tapped Matt's upper pec with his index finger.
Matt separated the two cigs, not knowing one was his brother Jeff.
Jeff 's head was spinning. He was ridiculously high off the ground. He knew it was only probably only 5 feet, but it seemed like a hundred. He felt precariously perched in Matt's mouth, as the index and middle fingers moved toward him. He didn't know what to do. He realized there was nothing he could do. He cursed himself, and the Chronivac, and then....