I struggle to talk, the vomit in the back of my throat stings. I am sweating. I am trying to remember a man, I am trying to remember a man. I get brave something cools inside my chest, I stare at the girl. It stands over me.
“There are lot’s men with masks who run around the city, half the air isn’t breathable,” I mumble out.
The little girl kneels down towards me and looks directly into my eye, she looks so young its remarkable. It also stands over me blocking out one of the hanging lights above me. It gets cold.
“You would remember this man indefinently, he has no white’s to his eyes, and he would seldom speak to anyone,” she whispers.
There is a man like it, I remember him now.
“Ya I have, I have seen him before!” I blurt out like a good kid who has figured out the answer before anyone else.
The big man laughes slightly.
“Okay,” she says.
She walks away slowly towards the bar and jumps up on stool.
“Any idea where he might go or where he goes in the city?” the big man asks
I look at him rather feebly and start to stand up, the floor is uneven.
“Why would I know that, he has never said anything about it, he has never spoken. He just sits on the end of the goddamn bar,” I say.
He shakes his head slightly and looks over to the girl. She looks at me again, the way she looked at Zen. That demented smile spreads slowly.
“He is the type of guy who would make you curious about him, who you might even follow if you had the chance,” the big man said.
This was a strange statement, and yes, I had found the man interesting. I might have ventured out of my shell and talked to him, but not to the point of stalking.
“I don’t understand,” I mumble out, knowing they will not like my answer.
“Sun!” she yells maniacly.
The thing turns to her quickly as if it were afraid of of being reprimanded or attacked.
“You still hungry?’ she asks wickedly.
“I don’t know anything about him, he would come in here not say a thing to anyone and leave,” I yell wildly.
“So you don’t know him,” the big man replies.
I shake my head terrifed, I don’t know him. They don’t believe me, they won’t believe me.
“There is no point to kill him really,” the man says.
The little girl shakes her head at him, so does It oddly.
“If we kill him may’be one of the others will give us more info,” she retorts.
The man laughes and slaps his leg hard, so hard the lights tremble a little bit.
“You’re so smart Lilly, I can hardly stand it of course, makes me feel so inferior,” he yells.
I turn to run, but he grabs my coat and swings me around. I feel like an infant. He clenches the coat close to my skin I can feel my muscles pull something tears on my chest. More cold, more running cold. I know it’s blood. Someone screams I close my eyes. It is in front of me again, the chest is open, the darkness spills out. That cold sweet smell feels the room. The lights fall back and bend as I am thrown, someone laughs, I know it’s her.
I feel like I am floating. There is blackness all around me, cold and distant. Someone is screaming, I can see out into the bar. She is looking at me intensly. She looks pale, almost sick, like her body was relying on this desperately. The bar begins to look clouded the lines and images are being smeared like paint. She is still staring, she is still staring. I start to scream and thrash, but I can’t move like something is holding me or attached to me. It feels like threads, thousands, and thousands of threads. I can’t stop screaming.
The hole begins to reseal slowly, like whatever It is was just zipping up its coat. I hear someones voice calling weakly, an old voice. I look behind me the best I can and see something faraway, like the end of a tunnel. It is an insect, one with a long body and a thousand legs. I have seen them before but never this size, never like this. It is surrounded by what looks like thread, strings and strings of black thread. It see’s me and breaks from the threads wildly, and charges. I try to move, but I can’t. I can only scream.
It is nearly upon me. It is much bigger then I had at first realized. It’s flat body is at least six feet long, and its thousands of legs are a yard each. I turn back to the hole, there is only a small opening left, the size of my fist. I concentrate on it, the blurred image. I move slightly and reach for it with my hand. Something is on my back, a strange piercing feeling on my spine. I scream and it echoes, a quiet chattering sound moves across my neck. More piercing, more blood I can feel it coming out of me. Shock please go into shock, don’t let me die awake.
My back feels lighter suddenly, so do my arms and legs. I can move almost completely, I open my eyes. I no longer feel it on my back. An object has come through the opening, it looks like a handle to something. I reach for it, its cold and heavy.
“Grab it please!” someone barks.
I grab it wildly and in one light fluttering whoosh I am on the cold ground of the bar. I stare at the floor trying to regain my composure.
Above me is a man holding whatever it was I grabbed onto, it look like a sword. He is tall, thin, with pale skin and dark features. He has dark hair down to his shoulders, there are some beads in his hair. He has a long dark rain coat on, it falls down to this feet. He is holding the sword leisurely across his shoulder.
“Sorry Attila,” the big man says with a chuckle.
“What’s the point in this,” the man says sharply.
“We were trying to extract info,” the girl chimes in.
“What kind of info has been accumulated from this, kiling an innocent man,” he barks back.
“He had a gun,” the big man says quickly.
“So do you,” he barked back.
He walks over slowly to It and looks at it quietly, someone is sobbing. He looks sharply back at the girl.
“This was a waste of time my Brother has already picked up a lead, we’ll know where he’ll be,” he says sharply.
They both get quiet, sullen, almost violent.
“It would have been nice of you to communicate with us,” the big man barks.
“You might have been listening if you had not been torturing people,” he quickly replies.
The big man glares at him quickly, then leisurely lifts his gun up and fires at him. The obscene thunder fills the room, the orb of light flourishes by hitting a pillar that promptly vanishes into thin air. The man jumped before it split the air, he lands swinging the sword downward still covered. The big man swings the gun up promptly to counter it. The force smashes the gun into his face, blood splits out below the guns handle. The man with a sword quickly kicks him in the stomach before his head can even recoil from the original strike. It sounds like meat hitting iron. He falls down on his back. The sword is unsheathed the point at his throat, the big man gurgles then smiles.
“When we catch him and I assure you we will, I am going to cut that ugly face right off your skull,” he says sharply.
The big man only smiles and shakes his head at him. He swings his blade back in a quick curve just enough to cut his chin open. It is back in the shealth. He strolls away casually. The door has been bashed in, the junk removed that was originally blocking it. I look over to the girl expecting to see her creature, but its gone, completely vanished. She looks pale and weak. The man with the sword walks over to me as the big guy leaves followed by her.
“Sorry about this,” he says. They are out the door in moments, the rain falls, someone is sobbing.