Tag: Flora
Pantomime collected her from off of the alleyway floor, sighing heavily to himself. “She better be worth all this trouble,” he muttered, carrying her away.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I think I’ll manage on my own.” She yanked her arm away from his grasp, turning to walk away. As she did blackness washed over her vision. She staggered for a moment, her ears ringing, before collapsing against the ground with a soft thud.
“Oh, you have some nerve, mister,” she spat back at him.
“Pantomime,” he said, grasping her wrist and moving her finger away from his face.
“Excuse me?” she arched a brow at him.
“That’s my name… I figure if you’re going to continue to yell at me, you should at least know my name.”
“Well, Pantomime, thank you for saving me,” she spoke through gritted teeth, “but I’ll be off now.”
“It’s not a good idea for you to go out on your own. You should let me take you somewhere.”
She stared him down in disbelief for a moment. “Why didn’t you say that first?” She yelled, pointing her finger right in his face.
“You weren’t exactly coherent a few moments ago, were you?” he snapped back at her.
“That doesn’t matter!”
“Look, I get it. I should have stared with that. But you know? Would it kill you to say thank you? You’d be dead by now if I hadn’t stepped in.”
“They won’t be bothering you anymore, anyhow,” he spoke the last part almost like an afterthought.
Her gaze shot back up and she looked the stranger in the face. “What?” she asked, confused.
“I took care of them for you,” he replied.
She knew that he was right. The adrenaline from before was starting to wear off and she was left with the world spinning around her and limbs weak. It would only be a matter of time before she collapsed again. Then what?
“Wait,” he called out to her, putting his hand forward to stop her, “you’re not in any condition to go anywhere by yourself.”
“You don’t understand,” she replied, her voice shaking and frantic, “it’s not safe for me here.”
“And exactly how far do you expect to get?” The harsh tone of his voice made her flinch. She turned her head to look away from him, staring off into the distance.
Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, panic crashing over her in waves. She remembered the tavern. Those men. They slipped something in her drink. She remembered screaming and screaming, but no one came. Then…the gruesome shrill of a man being twisted inside out. There was so much blood.
“I have to get out of here,” she said suddenly, trying to stand.
“I… I don’t remember,” she tried to regain some kind of grip on reality. Everything was lost in the fog of her mind. She remembered running. “What… what happened?”
“I was hoping you could help me out there,” he replied.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “everything is a bit fuzzy right now. My head–”
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