Tegrash
11-06-2011, 05:58 PM
When I awoke I was still on the side of the deserted road by the street light. It was around midday when I came to so the light was no longer on. There was still blood on my clothes, now dried blood and it was wrinkling my shirt, which meant last night wasn't some delusion or bad nightmare where I started sleepwalking. I still didn't know who shot him. When thinking back on what happened, where I was saluted by the shooter in the night, I felt like I was missing something vital there. Then I though perhaps going back and finding out might be a decent plan, but after that little scuffle, and having that coupled with the fact that our missions were based on my own selfish need to find Kris... I just didn't think I'd have the stomach to face them for a while. It was my mission, Ely had pointed that out last night, and I had no business getting everyone else involved with my own personal issues. Remembering his cold voice made me shiver a little in fear. It was a stupid fear, but it was mine all the same. I stood up and checked myself for cuts and scrapes, only finding a few slight scratches from the underbrush that I kept falling over. So nothing I needed from a doctor I couldn't find at a local pharmacy. If I could find a pharmacy.
I walked on for a few hours until the sun fell behind the tree line. Still no houses or even farms from what I could see. I swear that this was some old confederate supply trail that no one ever uses or has used in a century. Still, there had to be some sort of civilization nearby because the roads were nicely kept. I kept on moving, my stomach starting to ache from hunger and my legs burning from lord knows how many miles I ran last night out of irrational fear of shadows. The road ahead of me was quite literally a long one. I didn't know how long it was but with forest to my right and open field to my left which showed where the road bent and curved off in the distance, I didn't like the implication it was giving me.
I continued walking on until the sun was now far down behind the trees and it was looking dark again. Shadows danced around the edges of my eyes. The ground seemed to bend and dip in deceiving ways, causing me to trip over myself a few times even on the flat surface of the road. It was quiet for the longest time too, until after a while when I heard a motor. It was a quiet motor, very quiet, but still there all the same. It was nice to hear something other than the deafening silence that only was occasionally broken by the spare cricket that would follow me for a few seconds. And perhaps the light from the bike would drive away the shadows for a moment that were starting to grow every second I walked on. I moved to the side of the road to let it pass. I didn't want to flag it down because the less people that saw me the better. If I were to be tracked down by Green or Ely before I found Kris then there would be hell to pay for what I'd put them through. The bike slowed down and my hand went to my waist where my gun should have been, but since the hospital Recovery I hadn't even touched a weapon.
As I tried to step off the side of the road to let the bike pass by I felt a hand on my shoulder, then another on my neck, which pressed into a very sensitive nerve cluster and made me crumple to the ground. I looked up to see a very tall man on a dull, but very well kept black motorbike, of which only the handlebars gleamed in the moonlight. This brought to my attention that the engine noise that I had heard was created while the bike was right next to me, not a long ways down the road as I had previously thought. Then there was the rather frightening looking large man. Tall, a little pale, broad shoulders and very well dressed in a tuxedo with prominent ruffles on his undershirt, with long dark hair that rivaled Ely's. However this man didn't wear his hair in a ponytail, it hung down low to his mid back, and he wore what seemed like a leather cloak with two coat tails shaped like a snakes tongue at the bottom of each, of which would hang over the seat of his bike without causing him trouble I assumed. It was how they were currently, before he stepped off of his motorcycle. I wanted every detail I could get on him for if I needed to recall his appearance later, because now I was going to kick his ass...
You know though.... tt was only for a second that my legs gave out when he pinched my neck, but in that second of shock at the fact some one could sneak up on me so easily, I had been forced to the ground... I tried to move my arms but he had me in a full nelson and his knees were pressed to the back of mine. I waited. When I tried to move anything it proved to be a futile attempt. So I waited and tried my best to accept my defeat. My defeat. It brings a bad taste to my mouth whenever I say it.
"Good. You realize you're a hard man to track down?" The man asked me in a rather sympathetic voice. It had a slight English accent to it but nothing you would notice unless you were paying attention, which I was in case I was allowed to leave this hold alive.
"I'm sorry for that... I've had a hard day and am just trying to find a place to sleep", I responded. I didn't know what he knew about me, and I was hoping it was very little, since he mentioned I was hard to track down. Unfortunately I was wrong.
"Oh really now? You mean that Ivan's Mansion wasn't to your liking? What about the hospital you were kept at a few days ago? Didn't like it there either? I know a lot about you. Perhaps even a little bit more than you'd like to believe. Trust me I mean no harm, but I wish to speak with you in a more private location. There are eyes and ears out here right now. Ely is in charge of your team. Trust that he'll do a good job and he will, but for right now we need to leave." He spoke with urgency as he tried to keep his voice steady and calm. It was quite apparent that I needed to leave with him in order to keep away from eavesdroppers, and after the quietness of his machine, I wasn't willing to bet that my senses were enough to go on in the night.
"Alright. I'll do what you need, but would you mind-" I was cut off before I could finish my sentence, as he got up and pulled me with him, somehow landing on his bike in an effortless manor with me still in front of him, all in one fluid motion as if he were a skilled dancer in the air. The bike started up, quiet like before, and we sped off down the road, down towards the direction I was heading anyways. I have to say though that it was nice to rest my legs. They were really starting to hurt after a whole night of running and a whole day of walking. Though now the pain in my legs was replaced with the biting cold wind as it rushed by my face. I tried a few times to ask a question but he just sighed softly and shook his head. I could get a clear look at him, but I saw his silhouette in the moonlight. I guessed that anything I had to say could wait until we reached his destination.
I walked on for a few hours until the sun fell behind the tree line. Still no houses or even farms from what I could see. I swear that this was some old confederate supply trail that no one ever uses or has used in a century. Still, there had to be some sort of civilization nearby because the roads were nicely kept. I kept on moving, my stomach starting to ache from hunger and my legs burning from lord knows how many miles I ran last night out of irrational fear of shadows. The road ahead of me was quite literally a long one. I didn't know how long it was but with forest to my right and open field to my left which showed where the road bent and curved off in the distance, I didn't like the implication it was giving me.
I continued walking on until the sun was now far down behind the trees and it was looking dark again. Shadows danced around the edges of my eyes. The ground seemed to bend and dip in deceiving ways, causing me to trip over myself a few times even on the flat surface of the road. It was quiet for the longest time too, until after a while when I heard a motor. It was a quiet motor, very quiet, but still there all the same. It was nice to hear something other than the deafening silence that only was occasionally broken by the spare cricket that would follow me for a few seconds. And perhaps the light from the bike would drive away the shadows for a moment that were starting to grow every second I walked on. I moved to the side of the road to let it pass. I didn't want to flag it down because the less people that saw me the better. If I were to be tracked down by Green or Ely before I found Kris then there would be hell to pay for what I'd put them through. The bike slowed down and my hand went to my waist where my gun should have been, but since the hospital Recovery I hadn't even touched a weapon.
As I tried to step off the side of the road to let the bike pass by I felt a hand on my shoulder, then another on my neck, which pressed into a very sensitive nerve cluster and made me crumple to the ground. I looked up to see a very tall man on a dull, but very well kept black motorbike, of which only the handlebars gleamed in the moonlight. This brought to my attention that the engine noise that I had heard was created while the bike was right next to me, not a long ways down the road as I had previously thought. Then there was the rather frightening looking large man. Tall, a little pale, broad shoulders and very well dressed in a tuxedo with prominent ruffles on his undershirt, with long dark hair that rivaled Ely's. However this man didn't wear his hair in a ponytail, it hung down low to his mid back, and he wore what seemed like a leather cloak with two coat tails shaped like a snakes tongue at the bottom of each, of which would hang over the seat of his bike without causing him trouble I assumed. It was how they were currently, before he stepped off of his motorcycle. I wanted every detail I could get on him for if I needed to recall his appearance later, because now I was going to kick his ass...
You know though.... tt was only for a second that my legs gave out when he pinched my neck, but in that second of shock at the fact some one could sneak up on me so easily, I had been forced to the ground... I tried to move my arms but he had me in a full nelson and his knees were pressed to the back of mine. I waited. When I tried to move anything it proved to be a futile attempt. So I waited and tried my best to accept my defeat. My defeat. It brings a bad taste to my mouth whenever I say it.
"Good. You realize you're a hard man to track down?" The man asked me in a rather sympathetic voice. It had a slight English accent to it but nothing you would notice unless you were paying attention, which I was in case I was allowed to leave this hold alive.
"I'm sorry for that... I've had a hard day and am just trying to find a place to sleep", I responded. I didn't know what he knew about me, and I was hoping it was very little, since he mentioned I was hard to track down. Unfortunately I was wrong.
"Oh really now? You mean that Ivan's Mansion wasn't to your liking? What about the hospital you were kept at a few days ago? Didn't like it there either? I know a lot about you. Perhaps even a little bit more than you'd like to believe. Trust me I mean no harm, but I wish to speak with you in a more private location. There are eyes and ears out here right now. Ely is in charge of your team. Trust that he'll do a good job and he will, but for right now we need to leave." He spoke with urgency as he tried to keep his voice steady and calm. It was quite apparent that I needed to leave with him in order to keep away from eavesdroppers, and after the quietness of his machine, I wasn't willing to bet that my senses were enough to go on in the night.
"Alright. I'll do what you need, but would you mind-" I was cut off before I could finish my sentence, as he got up and pulled me with him, somehow landing on his bike in an effortless manor with me still in front of him, all in one fluid motion as if he were a skilled dancer in the air. The bike started up, quiet like before, and we sped off down the road, down towards the direction I was heading anyways. I have to say though that it was nice to rest my legs. They were really starting to hurt after a whole night of running and a whole day of walking. Though now the pain in my legs was replaced with the biting cold wind as it rushed by my face. I tried a few times to ask a question but he just sighed softly and shook his head. I could get a clear look at him, but I saw his silhouette in the moonlight. I guessed that anything I had to say could wait until we reached his destination.