Night
The woman moved past Petty, lightly brushing against him, as she did, Petty winced in pain from his still badly bleeding arm. At this point the woman stopped dead, blinked and licked her lips…. “You’re…bleeding” She said light headedly “yes..” Shaking away the feeling, the woman recomposed herself and sat down at a table and turned her head towards Petty again “Might want to get that covered…..up” The woman’s voice trailing off as she looked about the tavern for a sign of Petty then muttered under her breath “not again” “Madam? The usual?” the barman spoke sombrely as he eyed the once moving customers of his “No, not tonight..” she replayed, looking down a the blood trail which lead out of the tavern and into the night Nodding the barman sighs “ shame…they were good customers too….” And heads back to his bar *** Staggering through the streets of Moorgate, Petty found himself taking the long way back to his residence, not that he wished to but he found himself in great difficulty to walk let alone clamber onto the rooftops using one of the guilds footholds. Down by the harbour, Petty stood beside some stacked up boxes, which would allow him to make himself to the roof without too much effort. Clambering up onto the boxes, Petty found that each movement in itself a great effort and exertion of energy. The pain of his injures were becoming more and more apparent as the adrenaline which had pumped through his vein, keeping him able to fight was now slowly drain out and losing effect bring forth the full realism of the conflict, colliding it with Pettys senses Each step sent shock waves of pain coursing up Petty’s leg, each breath drawn in slow and laboured before expelled. From roof to roof Petty moved, slowly, eternity seemed to pass but still Petty didn’t get near to his destination. A couple of times, Petty stumbled, nearing a fatal fall to the streets below, only to just regain his footing and labour on. Finally Petty’s efforts paid off as he found the entrance to where he lived. Almost falling through the roof entrance, Petty thudded to the floor and fell on one knee. A wet nose was felt on Petty’s neck as Shadow Vein came over to greet his master. “…..Good… night…..dear…..friend!” mumbled Petty as his strength failed him and he falls to the floor, out cold ….hello?… …… Maybe this isn’t working ………..what isn’t working? Oooooh! It DID work….was getting bored with the silence …..silence? How rude of me! What’s your name? …….I am called Petty……..why would I ask my own name!? ..hmm…..your hiding something.. …..was born Jeggred Zaknafein Oooh! Wish I had a nice name…. …..nice name!? …….I am Rebekh ……I am confused, I’m dead!? This is what happens!?…..Pointless conversations!? He he!..your not dead…you did have me worried a bit back then for a while, when I first found you What!?….What is this? Oh…..I’m…sorry ….sorry!? …… …… …… …… ……wake up and see! Slowly stirring from his slumber, a sense of nausea flowed around his badly bruised body and found a place in his head. Regaining some feeling, Petty half noted a few odd things about the feel of his surroundings. Firstly, apparently he was no longer on the floor where he lost consciousness but seems to be slightly elevated from the ground. …my…….bed? Petty cringed slightly in anticipation of hearing the voice again, but that might been a dream, but was too wired, surreal to be a dream, Dream were not real no, but they didn’t think like people, talk like people and know things which you don’t know inside somewhere. The whole situation started to puzzle Petty, his head was not on a pillow as it should be if he was on his bed, but higher up than a pillow, whatever it was, it was chilled to the feel. Petty could have sworn it was organic and then the last puzzlement, His hair. Petty disliked his hair in anyway but a pony tail, since he could remember it was that way, but now, it felt unravelled, and most peculiar like something crawling, no more brushing, flowing through it. Petty hesitated, if he opened his eyes what would he see, if anything, but he wasn’t dead, the voice said that much, Rebekh!? Who was that? Slowly Petty’s eye lids lifted, revealing his piecing blue eyes to the world but more startling to Petty, revealed a pair of dark green eyes staring back at him, from above.
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