Kitra finally managed to sit, and took several deep breaths, until finally, she had the strength to stand.
It was dark. She didn't know how long she was out, but it was several hours.
Trying to take a step, more pain flooded in, and she staggered back, hitting the wall. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, she remained in that position. The pain receded, if only a bit, enough for her to manage.
Kitra kneeled down next to Thom. He wasn't breathing. "Thom?" Kitra asked softly. She was too tired and hurt for any other tone of voice. She felt his wrist for a pulse. None. Thom was dead.
"Damn..." Kitra mumbled under her breath. She placed both hands on Thom's chest. Her Ken'Oh pulsed with a bright white light, and Thom's chest heaved. Another pulse. Another. Finally, Thom resumed breathing.
Kitra fell back to a sitting position, her head throbbing. She clutched it with one hand. "No..." she had used too much energy in ressurecting Thom. Slowly, Kitra layed down, realizing that she was drifting back to sleep.
It took several minutes for Thom to wake up. He did so in a very different manor from Kitra, bolting upright instantly, sweat coursing down his face. "AAAAaaaah!" He screamed.
Thom stood up, faltering a bit, and looked around, at the soaking wet, dark dojo room, and down to Kitra's limp body. "So it wasn't a dream..."
Thom knelt down next to Kitra. "Kitra? Are you ok?" Thom shook her, a bit hesitantly. "Kitra?" When she did respond, he made a tick sound with his tongue and stood back up. "There's my spear," he pointed out, picking up his favorite weapon. Then he strapped it onto the handle on his back and walked over to Kitra.
He bent down and picked Kitra up and slung her on his shoulder. The left shoulder, because the spear point was on the right side. Grunting with the weight-Thom wasn't as strong as he wished he could be-Thom made his way down the hallway into Skan's room.
* * *
The hallways of the Engineers Guild were dark, and quiet. Finally, Skan's slow footsteps broke the silence as he turned a corner. He had a whip in his hand and walked in a defensive crouch, wary for an unseen threat. Finally, a flash of blue light explained Skan's wariness.
Tirkul stood at the source of that blue light, hissing with anger. "Skan, why do you fight me? You agreed to live as me, and me as you! Why do you resist?"
Skan pointed the whip at Tirkul, the leather cord trailing down to the ground, but still with the same purpose. "You bastard! You took advantage of me, had I been thinking clearly, you never would have gotten your way! And you fucking killed my friends!!"
Tirkul laughed. "Well, Skan, I'm afraid you DID submit. And as for your friends, well, they were the only ones they know. And now, they are out of the picture! Skan, YOU defeated them as well as I!"
"NO!" Skan growled. He launched himself at Tirkul, swinging his whip. "No!"
Tirkul was faster, knocking Skan down from the air. Skan hit the ground, pulling out his gun. He fired several rounds at Tirkul. "Die, you damnable demon from hell! DIE!"
* * *
Skan shook his head. He was in a small alley. Dark. Wet. Instantly, Skan punched the wall to a building in anger, completely upset with the wall. His hand came away bleeding, but he ignored it, making his way down the alley.
A bum came up from behind a trash can and began talking to Skan incoherantly. Skan laughed and put his hand on the man's shoulder, then burst out laughing again. The bum scowled, then began pleading again in his mumbling speech. Suddenly, Skan got very angry. He took out his fun and fired several rounds into the man.
The bum's eyes widened in surprise, and he fell back, dead before he hit the ground. Skan stepped over him, utterly forgetting what just happened. When he tucked his gun away, Skan realized that there was a hole in his trench coat, one he must have accidentally shot through. Skan found this extremely funny and began laughing hysterically.
Skan made his way down the alletway, still laughing, like the mad man he had become.
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