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Post by Ryugexu on Jul 11, 2010 23:09:06 GMT -6
Yushira seemed only mildly relieved at David's thoughts of where Jo was at that time.
At the question, he looked awkward. "I'm.. yeah, a ghost. I died before my birthday." he said, "A lot of living people get weirded-out when I talk about it, so I won't go into detail if it would make you uncomfortable... I swear, I'm not a bad ghost!!. I don't normally do that sort of stuff."
He was embarrassed by his poltergeist behavior in the hospital, it seemed.
Yushira wasn't sure what he hoped to do, so he continued following David hoping that David had an idea of what to do next. Today was the sort of day that left a bad taste in his mouth.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry about your phone."
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Post by Netreemic on Jul 12, 2010 1:41:44 GMT -6
As the coffee shop was not terribly far from the hospital, it only took Farli and the security a few minutes to get there. The little café had cleared out in the time between Hasao’s departure and Farli’s arrival, leaving Kierlam sit through the pain with little annoyance. The woman pulled the door open and quickly walked over. A piece of paper fluttered in her grasp and she slapped it onto the plastic container with a crackle of awakening energy. Then she frowned down at it as the paper started peeling back.
“It’s dead.” Kierlam blinked at her and then down at the box beneath his foot. It had been strangely silent and unmoving. He just hadn’t…it was just hard to focus. She looked up, face strained with growing concern. “Did you check the other inhabitants? Did it jump before it died? Where’s Sato?” --- Darting down another alley, Jören was amused to find he was actually doing what he lied about as he hefted up the rolling door. Dredging around the doctor’s mind showed a little detour would be very beneficial. Ducking into the partial opening, the slim man stumbled a moment in the semi-darkness before finding the light switch. Rows of boxes and strange machines slowly appeared under the flickering light and he rapidly walked one row, mouthing each label.
Passing a long stockpile of antidotes, he yanked a box marked as Nullifiers off the shelf and dropped to crouch over it. Jerking off his loose shirt and tank, he started indiscriminately dousing himself in the box’s contents. Strange pops and pings filled the air as he scrubbed at pale skin. Paranoia ran deep in the supposed police of the unnatural. Bet the good doctor didn’t know how many different wards, trackers and failsafes they had spelled on him.
A hiss broke the silence of the dim room as his fist crushed a vial, digging glass deep into his palm. Squinting against the painful hum building at the base of his skull, he grabbed the white shirt to catch all the blood – fat chance he’d make the same mistake as the were. Shaking his head against the strange buzzing in his head, Jören picked out the shards and bundled them in the shirt. One handed, he pulled off the lid of a simple medpack to bandage up the cuts. Firmly taping down the edge of the wrap, the hum exploded like a nest of angry hornets and when his vision cleared his hand was gripping a sedative, needle dangerously close to his skin.
He threw his arm out, the tranquilizer flying across the room to smash against a wall. Breathing fast, he clutched the bloody shirt close and ran out of the storage room. Following along the older train tracks, he paused long enough over a barrel some hobo had left burning to throw the shirt in, and continued following the tracker in his bandaged hand, heart still hammering. Yanking the tank back over his head, Jören was glad for every mile his loping run put between him and the storage room. Clearly it had its own wards.
--- The phone clicked and Farli didn’t pause for pleasantries. “Bad business.” She glanced over at Kierlam glaring daggers out the window, craggy face filled with rage. “The doctor Hasao Sato is either going after the were with a misguided sense of invincibility after taking down the Snatcher or,” she pulled in a deep breath, “or it’s taken his body and may be seeking to tie of loose ends. Either way, we really need your help. Now."
[written at 2am...hopefully it makes sense. I'll be sure to check the madness tomorrow and go wut was I on~? but for now, bed.]
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Post by Kendra on Jul 16, 2010 21:56:40 GMT -6
Tension David hadn't even realized had been building in his shoulders suddenly released as Sparky confirmed his identity as a shade. Just knowing what he was dealing with put his mind at ease and cleared his clouded thoughts. He pulled his dead phone out of his pocket when the ghost brought it up, having had completely forgotten about it himself. He shrugged. "Whatever." He cut through the empty football field of the school, aiming for the housing area on the other side of the campus. Not far through there would be a park he was very familiar with, and he'd feel comfortable figuring things out there. His mind wandered over the events that had led him there, now sporting the companionship of a goodly poltergeist... Casper! The friendly ghost! he thought. Ee-gads. The irony.Finally, he spoke up again. "Alright so this Jo is a body snatcher right? Which means what exactly? Does she make a copy of someones body, or does she actually have to steal a body? And... does she have to kill someone to take their body, or is it more like a temporary posession? From the way that guy in the hospital acted, I'm pretty sure she's not just 'a friendly ghost'. For that matter, why exactly were you helping her? You seemed to understand what was going on in there a lot better than I did. I just thought I was stopping a crazy gun-man. Now... maybe I shouldn't have stepped in." His last words were mumbled, due to a lack of certainty. He was second guessing himself, wondering if he'd done the right thing back there. What if he'd helped this bodysnatcher get loose, and now it had killed someone else? And would keep on killing? Perhaps that hunter had good reason to be after her... But then, someone could use the same logic to justify hunting him. After all, he was a werewolf... a monster. But he couldn't entertain such thoughts right now. He shook them aside and focused his attention on Sparky, listening to his response to his questions. ----- [ooc- assuming this call is to those were-experts. If I misunderstood disregard this part of my post] "Wait, what?" came the response on the other end of the phone. "Dr. Hasao should know better. He can't handle a were on his own. Which means we need to get to this kid fast, because its probably the snatcher. Forget the covert-op. I've got Silvia in the area. I'm putting her on the trail immediately." There was the sound of snapping fingers as the man speaking motioned for the computer tech to hand him a printout, paper rustling near the voicepiece. "Now, hold on there a second Farli. I'll need you and Kierlam to help intercept. Silvia should be able to help keep the kid out of trouble if he doesn't freak, but she's not set to handle a Snatcher. I've got intel on the boy right here- You might be able to locate him before Silvia. He's a senior in high school, enrolled in the martial arts dojo, and lives in an apartment with his father." He rattled off the addresses for her, told her to get going, then called Silvia. "We've got a loner in your area in need of immediate intervention. David Morris. Just got out of a tangle at the hospital with a group after a Snatcher. Snatcher's taken Hasao, so be on the look out. Were's combat practiced- martial arts, so be wary of him too. He's scared and no telling whether he'll bolt or fight. Probably trying to figure things out right now. You need to find him, and hopefully before the snatcher does." He rattled off the same addresses for Silvia, then paused. Silvia had immediately begun preparing a pair of guns, mentally logging all the information as the man spoke to her over the phone, and she paused as he did. "What is it, Sir?" she asked. "His mother..." "What about his mother, Sir?" "Says here she died of cancer." "And? I'm missing the relevance." "Ten years ago. Of course they'd say cancer. That's the only explanation that would make sense to them." "Excuse me, Sir? We have a Loner to catch?" "Her maiden name... before she took on Morris... she was a Rajalif." [ooc- dun, dun, DUN!!! The plot thickens. ]
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Post by Ryugexu on Jul 19, 2010 11:54:13 GMT -6
"Well, um, I don't know actually." Yushira admitted, "but, Jo was a foreigner when I first met him... her. But, he got in a fight with some huge ogre-thing and his body was badly damaged so she turned into a little fuzzy creature. We went to the hospital to see if anyone who was there would never wake up, so Jo could borrow them. But, I don't know if Jo would need to use their body, or if Jo just needed an identity."
"I guess... I was helping Jo because I felt bad for him. Everything happened so fast." Yushira shook his head. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault. It was my idea to go to the hospital in the first place."
Yushura crossed his arms, as though he were feeling cold. "I wish my sister was here. She'd know what to do."
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Post by Kendra on Jul 22, 2010 21:58:23 GMT -6
David could certainly sympathize with wanting someone to be near. Thoughts of his mother flitted before his mind, and he quickly batted them away. Besides, the hurt he felt over his mother seemed pale in comparison to a ghost missing his sister. Just how long had Sparky been a ghost? How long had he been away from his sister? It could have been recent, but then David was pretty sure it took time to get used to your "ghostly powers", and Sparky had handled himself rather well. That would make him what? A couple hundred years maybe?
This wasn't really the time for a sentimental friendly conversation though, and David didn't really want to have a heart-to-heart with a ghost. No offense meant to any ghosts that may be interested in haunting him. Right now he needed to focus on business, figure out what was going on, and hopefully get a hunter off his tail so he didn't end up dead just for being a werewolf.
David settled down on a park bench under the shade of a large tree, taking one side of the bench so that there was room for Sparky to settle down next to him if he wanted.
"So you know about as much as I do about this whole thing, huh?" He shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose where a headache seemed to be forming. Why couldn't I have bumped into a wisened ancient poltergeist who knows everything about everything? he thought. What now?
"Any ideas what our next move should be then? I'm for finding Jo. Because, while I certainly prefer running and hiding I think the only way we're going to get any answers is Jo. And I need to know how much shit I'm in so I can hide adequately. You may be incorporeal and invisible and dead, no offense, but I don't really want to die just because some over-zealous hunter has it out for anything supernaturally dangerous. And if Jo's already dead... I'll have to test my luck with ignorantly running."
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Post by Ryugexu on Aug 18, 2010 17:57:35 GMT -6
Yushira floated down into a sitting position next to David, his clothes and hair took the appearance of being gravity-bound as he did so. He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath - an odd thing for a ghost to do, one would suppose. It was apparent that Yushira was so used to company, and to pretending to be alive. He spent a long moment with his eyes shut, trying to make sense of the world around himself.
"Jo.... we should find her. I'll try to keep you safe, since I can see farther than you and I know what we need to avoid for the most part." He decided.
"Oh, and we might have some help coming."
A playful smile appeared over Yushira's face, "it's been a while since I've heard that noise, but... I'm pretty sure that's some help."
((OOC:If David heard the sound -your choice- it was a few light clicking noises))
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Post by Kendra on Sept 29, 2010 22:03:09 GMT -6
An intense, deep pressure bore down on her. Heavy. Strong. Caging her in. Closing its arms around her to enfold her in a crushing embrace. Hands wrapped around her throat. Squeezing. Tightening. Suffocating. Cutting off access to life itself. Struggling for air. She couldn’t breath. Couldn’t cry out. There was no help. She was trapped, weak and weakening further without oxygen.
Everything started going dark as the pain set in. The unforgiving grip on her throat allowed no purchase, no hope. And his eyes. His eyes burned with the intensity of a raging inferno, filling her with fear and dread. A terror running so deep it chills the bones coursed through her body as she realized certain death, and suddenly nothing was more important than to live.
When all seemed lost as sparks of light flashed in her eyes and the flame of his fury engulfed her lungs, the silent scream for air, for life, flooded her thoughts. She died that day, and in her place was born an animal. The instinctive struggle for survival threw sanity and reason away like so much baggage, leaving only fear and an inner strength that comes only when all other strength is gone.
Her nails sank into his face like the claws of a great cat, steady and unyielding. Her feet met the pressure of his weight and matched it. Accepting defeat, allowing his rage to break her would end the pain, releasing the heat, leaving only the cool unfeeling chill of death. But the animal did not want to die. She took what purchase she could and dug in. No frantic flailings. Her grip was steady, purposeful. Either he would press on through the pain despite her efforts, or he would yield, and the sweet bliss of air would enter her near lifeless form.
With a roar of anger sharpened by the bite of her sting, the pressure lifted. The air that entered her lungs brought more pain, but it was the pain of life, of freedom, of hope. Weak. Woozy. Dizzy. Aching and burning. Never did it feel so good to be alive. Fear vanished in the wondrous release of life restored, of death cheated. The beast before her stalked and snarled, his eyes no less intense, but she was numb to their smoldering heat. There was no more fear. Only the resolve to live, to survive.
Silvia blinked and shook her head, chasing away the memories. The events following that moment were locked away, something she did not wish to relive. The wolf within her bubbled to the surface, forcing a snarl through her lips, but she pushed it back with nothing more than a mental backhand. She was the one in control, not the animal, but it was because she did not force her other half into a cage. They worked together, in a nearly equal partnership, Silvia simply keeping her feral side in check when necessary. This was not the time to get lost in memories, to lose her hold.
The boy she spotted through the brush may be of the Rajalif line, but he likely knew nothing of his heritage. The fact that his mother had fallen off the map, had married a simple human was clear enough evidence. She had probably fled in an effort to strike out on her own, to live a normal life, hoping the blood of her mate would be strong enough to override her “disease”. Well, it hadn’t been, and now this boy was struggling with his newfound abilities. He had no guidance, no direction… Silvia understood all too well how that felt.
Yet, he’d handled himself well. The wolf in him had to have taken hold at puberty, sometime around twelve years of age, and he seemed to have maintained a good control. He had not lost himself to the feral drive of the beast. There had been no tell-tale signs of bodies and freshly turned were’s running amuck. Thomas had had absolutely no record suggesting a lone were in the area other than the few trace hints of his mother’s whereabouts. Silvia, herself, had even cased his high school the previous year and not found him, never suspected.
Now he was in the middle of something far bigger than him. He would be scared, but he wouldn’t let it show. He had to be scared. He had absolutely no idea what he’d gotten himself into. It was time to remedy that.
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David rose to face the source of a light clicking sound with sudden interest. The surrounding sounds had blended into a comfortable, familiar background, and he hadn’t noticed the noise until Sparky’s demeanor had changed. The ghost’s body language indicated that he was expecting someone approaching before he even spoke, and so David’s ears tuned in on the high pitched sound he’d failed to observe before.
As he turned, however, he looked past whatever he was supposed to be seeing, eyes drawn to distant movement. Far through the light cover of the park’s trees, across the street, whatever play had been going at the high school had ended, and a large group of students and adults were exiting the building. The flow of bodies was certainly eye catching to his predatory side, but there had been something else. Something closer.
David peered through Sparky’s currently half-transparent form and then twisted to try to look around him, certain that he’d seen something shifting through the bushes. His heart raced a bit with another flow of adrenaline, renewed from the earlier chase. Whatever had been there, he couldn’t see it now, and a testing sniff of the air proved he couldn’t smell it either as it was downwind. It could have been nothing. Could have been a squirrel. Except… instinct told him it was something more. Something to be avoided.
“Whatever help is here,” he said to his companion. “We need to get moving. Now.”
Nerves set in as David moved toward the school, intent on blending in with the crowd of students despite his suspension. None of the teachers there should recognize him though. He wasn’t involved in anything to do with the theatre. He was concerned that he’d been found so quickly after his run through Kyoto’s outskirts. The only way that was even possible was if he’d indeed left enough blood behind for them to get something out of. And he had no idea what kind of capabilities that presented. The unknown was far scarier than anything else, and David could feel the fear setting in like a foul taste in the mouth.
He couldn’t let on that he was scared though. Prey animals got scared. Predators could smell the fear. And his own leader mentality wouldn’t let him reveal his fear to Sparky. He had to be cool, calm, collected.
“C’mon,” he said, glancing over his shoulder and slowing enough to get a better look at whoever or whatever had just arrived. “Someone’s on to us. We’ve got to keep moving. And we’ve got to find Joe to figure out what the hell is going on.”
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Post by Ryugexu on Oct 1, 2010 0:12:08 GMT -6
Yushira seemed surprised at David's reaction, "oh? What is it...?" he asked softly.
"Well, anyway, his presence used to scare me. But, he's just different." Yushira seemed calm, but focused. "David? Why do we have to leave?"
The clicking noise was close. It wasn't mechanical clicking, more like some sort of creature's communication methods. It would be on the left twice, then on the right. When the students exited the building, it moved again to the opposite side, away from the students.
"Kiir." Yushira said, like how one would call for a friend a few yards away. "Any ideas for what to do?"
Near the fringe of the slight shadow Yushira cast, there was an odd wavering, like something had made the shadow move, even if Yushira hadn't moved. After a bit of hesitation, the shadow rose and darkened behind Yushira with a startling speed.
"Your friend leaves tracks." a dark and hoarse voice commented, "It will be difficult for us."
The shadow was bloblike at first, and shaped its self into a 9 feet tall human-shaped creature that had reflective black skin, like some kind of exoskeleton, and clawed gnarled hands.
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Post by Kendra on Oct 4, 2010 7:53:18 GMT -6
Sparky's words blended together, David more focused on the wooded end of the park. "What is it?" he heard. "Why do we have to leave?"
"I don't know," David replied, instinctively lowering his voice to a whisper as he scanned the trees and continued testing the air for a scent. "Someone's here... might be Joe. Might not." He started to move into a crouch, realized how odd that would look to the students leaving the distant school building, and forced himself to maintain a straight, confident posture as he turned to gesture for his ghostly companion to follow.
The motion caught as he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of shifting growing shadows. Normally, he could remain calm and collected in even the most frightening circumstances, but normally he wasn't on the run from people he knew nothing about... and normally shadows didn't take on a life of their own. "Holy--" he spat before he could catch himself, leaning warily away from the shade. "What.. who... that's our help?"
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Post by Ryugexu on Oct 5, 2010 1:29:49 GMT -6
Yushira didn't think twice. He smiled at David confidently. "Who, him?" he gestured to his shadow with his thumb casually.
The black creature shifted its location slightly to one side of Yushira then bowed to David, revealing that it's humanish form appeared emaciated for it's height. It's arms and legs were lanky but showed a thick, almost muscle-appearing definition to them. "You are afraid, as any living prey should be. However I am not interested in your demise." the creature hissed, "I am to be called 'Kiir' and you are not to know my true name. If I am to assist you, I must create an agreement between us."
Before the idea of a pact could set in, Yushira quickly spoke up, "incorrect, Kiir. Your actions are going to be through my family's pact with you. David's successful escape from our current dangers is my command."
The glowing ember eyes seemed to glare for a moment as they flickered, but the creature withdrew it's term apologetically. "As the unlived boy wishes, then."
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Post by Kendra on Oct 5, 2010 14:29:50 GMT -6
"O..kay," David said, slowly drawing his gaze away from Kiir and trying to shake off the willies and calm his fluttering heart. Even the wolf in him which was always raring for the hunt seemed to be unsettled by the presence of the shadow... creature. But, Sparky said it was there to help, and so far his general impression of Sparky was that the boy was trustworthy. So, to business it was.
The young werewolf couldn't shake the feeling that he had gained a tail, though he couldn't spot where it was, and that unsettled him as much as the arrival of Kiir had, if not more. The hunter did not like being hunted. Not at all, and he had to take a moment to take a few deep breaths in order to clear his mind and think through what they needed to do.
He wanted to find whoever or whatever was lurking in the bushes, but since he couldn't even seem to pick up a scent, that could prove to be nothing more than a wild goose chase. So, David had to settle for the second best thing...
"Our best bet of finding Joe is to head back to where we split directions. If that guy from the hospital is still after him.. her.. it, we need to be careful not to cross paths or be seen. So we will need to move stealthily."
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Post by Ryugexu on Oct 18, 2010 0:55:32 GMT -6
"Stealth is his expertise." Yushira smiled confidently, "he's a shadow-walker, after all."
Kiir agreed respectfully, as though denying anything special about his abilities. "I can lead you silently wherever you wish to go."
Out of nowhere Kiir pulled out large, leather gloves and slipped them onto his elongated, clawed hands and a cord wrapped around his wrist held the gloves in place. He then held out his hands palm-up towards Yushira and David. Yushira eagerly took one of the hands and looked to David.
"Don't worry- the gloves are pretty high quality, so he can't scratch you." Yushira assured David.
"It will be cold." Kiir warned David, "the darkness is cold. It is barren and empty but do not allow your heart to intertwine with it lest you become a shadow-walker yourself."
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Post by Kendra on Oct 22, 2010 16:45:13 GMT -6
David watched the shadow-walker.. Kirr, with a calculated interest. He'd already seen plenty of freakiness for one day, and being introduced to a creature he'd never have detected on his own without Sparky drawing his attention to the clicking noise, a creature that had his wolf half screaming at him to stay far away, was almost too much for him. Now, with those huge black gloves on, his companions clearly wanted him to hold Kiir's hand. Not to mention the unknown presence he was sure to be there in the wooded area of the park, watching him... His heart was pounding, his palms were sweating, and David simply could not fight back the settling fear.
You got yourself into this, he thought to himself. You just had to go all noble and heroic in the hospital, didn't you? Now there's a hunter after you. A bodysnatcher on the loose. A ghost wanting you to hold-hands and sing kumbaiya with his freaky shadow-walker friend. Oh, and random who-knows-what lurking in the woods. Yeah. Some tough shit you are. You can really handle this. You've got no idea what's going on.
For a moment, he seriously contemplated running. He could just take off, but that would certainly startle Sparky, and he was fairly certain he couldn't lose the ghost if he wanted to follow. Plus, he'd already run himself ragged trying to dog his pursuit, and someone had still found him. He could feel the eyes on the back of his head, and it was starting to tick him off that he couldn't see or scent whoever was there. No, running wouldn't get him anywhere. He'd be running forever. They'd already decided on their best course of action, and that was finding Joe to look for some answers.
David eyed the hand of the shadow-walker, keeping a safe distance. "You're sure we can trust him?" he asked.
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Post by Ryugexu on Oct 23, 2010 0:26:20 GMT -6
Kiir waited silently while David seemed nervous about their interaction.
"Don't worry, David. We can trust him." Yushira nodded, "my sister is important to him, and if he did anything bad to anyone my sister cares about, or who I care about, then she wouldn't trust him anymore. He needs her to be on his side."
Yushira took Kiir's gloved hand and looked to David. "He can get you out of here. I don't leave tracks, but you do. He can stop you from leaving tracks, and he can allow you to move similar to how I move."
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Post by Netreemic on Jan 24, 2011 22:35:36 GMT -6
[You two are amazing, by the way. Don't know if y'all are on to better things~ ....and Jö is my morally gray chara who borders on black...so...apologies?]
Farli nodded along with the rattled off locations, mentally storing the addresses and snapped the phone shut. “Where does a young were go? House, school, or dojo?” she threw out the question as she knelt to double check the bandages on Kierlam’s leg, gently attaching healing charms to the swollen knee. Sato-san had done a good job but the pain certainly would be taxing the giant man. He needed to get off it but…Farli glanced up as his knuckles popped, clenched against his thighs as he glared through the glass of the café. It would not be easy to talk him out of straining himself further now that their companion was perhaps a victim. Her face tightened, the authoritative calm from before falling beneath the quick stab of fearful panic. This wouldn’t be happening if everyone wasn’t up north, leaving non-combatants to fill the gap.
“Split and cover two out of three,” Kierlam growled in return, starting to his feet, thick fists resting on the table for support. Farli sighed and pulled another slip of paper from her pack, slapping it without ceremony onto the man’s forehead. He drooped back into the chair with a wheeze, wide eyes flicking to glare at her in astonished anger. She glared back with equal intensity, something primal showing through the little housewife.
“We split and lost Sato. Not going to lose anyone else.” She leaned in, barely tall enough to look him in the eye even when Kierlam was seated. “Get that through your thick skull and I might take off the spell.” They watched each other with narrowed eyes for a moment longer before Kierlam blinked once – fine. “Okay,” she ripped the tag off, “Dojo’s closest.” --- Jören checked the tracker, trying to focus on the pale glow as another wave of darkness blurred his vision. Distracted, he caught his foot on an uneven patch of concrete and went crashing into the side of a dumpster. The pain sent a flash of fear splitting through him, bringing him back to his feet with a snarl. This day was fucking cursed. He hated being in pain, being lost, not knowing what was coming next. He stormed through the alley, heavy footfalls causing the bike deliveryman smoking by the back door of a diner look up and gawk at the bloodied wraith of a man.
The man’s head struck the brickwork with a wet thud, cigarette falling to the slimey pavement with a hiss. Jören kept his hold on the man’s face, muttering rhythmically under his breath until the body beneath his hand twitched. He grinned, control back in his hands. The revenant levered a leg over the bike and Jören grabbed a discarded hat from the pull-behind cart, hiding the unappealing patch of blood and bone decorating the man’s skull. He slapped the tracker on to the corpse’s back before another dizzy spell hit him and he dropped to sit on a crate on the cart. Shaking his head dazedly, Jören braced himself as the biker leaned into the peddles, moving the bike and its cart through traffic with inhuman speed. Much better…
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