“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.”
The way he spoke as if it was nothing was infuriating. She got on her feet, ignoring the way he legs screamed at her and her vision blurred, threating to go black. He reached out to help her, but she pushed his arms away.
“You took care of them?”
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
“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–”
“W-where… am…I?” she asked. The cool ground sent chills throughout her aching body.
“Littlewater.”
“Littlewater… how…?” she shook her head a little. Everything was such a blur. She couldn’t remember how she got here. The last thing she was remembered was…
“You’re not from around here, are you?”
“Wake up.” The voice that called out to her seemed distance. Her head was fuzzy, the world around her buzzing around her like radio static.
“We sure as hell aren’t going to solve any of this if we stand around arguing either. It don’t matter what she is. She can’t be allowed to do that again.”
Their voices echoed against the alley walls. Should she run again? She tried to will herself to get up, but her body wouldn’t move. The world was spinning and all she could do was push herself back into the shadows and pray for their cover was enough.
Keep it down… don’t let them hear you…
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