Tuesday, 05 February 2008

• Contracts

  Some random Kieran and Devin stuffs.
  
  

  “Are you alright?” I looked up through matted hair, squinting in the dim light that had invaded my private darkness. Slowly, my eyes adjusted, and I was able to see the speaker. The Rook was staring at me, not one drop of pity in her ruby eyes. Figures. She was the one who sentenced me to this fate. Crowley...Devin, I think.

  Alright? What a vague term. I had spent the last ten hours coughing up blood and writhing as my organs realigned themselves. “No, I don't think I am...”

  “Pity.” I scrambled backwards, trying to avoid the boot coming towards my at an alarming rate. Of course, I was nowhere near fast enough. My head cracked against the stone floor with a sickening thud, and I sprawled, blood trickling down my face. As I struggled to sit up and regain my bearings, she continued to speak. “That was for killing my brother, by the way.” Devin took a few steps backwards. “Now, you're very lucky, Anderson. You can go back to your world, completely-” She looked down at me. “Well, mostly unharmed. Anyway, you won't be under my jurisdiction, for now. Granted we'll probably follow soon, once we've organized.” She grinned. “Humans here are...Not few and far between, but far sparser than what you described in your world. It would be quite the anomaly for Gwydir to turn down such a rich opportunity.” At the back of my mind, I felt the first roots of dread start to take hold. I had lead these predators to an unsuspecting world full of prey. “Oh, and I will be activating that contract, next we meet. Understand, pet?” Nodding, I avoided her gaze. “Glad to see we're on the same page then. Toodles!”

  
  
  

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