So Emerald now knows Lusiphur, to some degree, and Par's telling him this might not be such a good idea... and he's right... for by the twitching of my thumbs....
Em slept quietly in her inn room, still too drunk to give a
damn about anything. And far too drunk to dream. She appreciated this, have
dreamt all too much.
The next morning, well, late the next morning, Emerald woke up happily. She
really enjoyed a good night's sleep. It was, however, addictive. But a lot
more fun than staying out all night when one is already flaming drunk and not
likely to find another tavern.She went through her knives and made sure they
were all sharp, and by the time she was done with that, it was dark.
"Hmmm," Emerald thought. "What to do tonight...?" She reviewed her options.
She could go get drunk again, possibly hurt someone. She could work on
getting into Sanctuary, but that was fairly far down on her list. She could,
of course, just go annoy the police, which she was good at, but she couldn't
think of any really good way to jerk their chains. "I think I'll take door
number two." Em had decided to follow the police.
"...was good, but not enough... they want one alive. I can't wait." Jace
blinked again, surprised. "The best part is," the dark heaired lieutenant
said, "is that not only do they have an undercover person working for me on
this, but also we can stop them before the kill."
"If we can catch them," Jace pointed out.
"Yes, well..."
Aw crow! he thought, looking down, as he dodged the arrow, barely.
If that shot had been one inch to the left.... He darted to one
side, and reached for the chain of the ankh. Nothing.
"SHIT!" He had to lose them, and quick.
Em saw a sparkle fall to the ground as the assassin escaped. The cops didn't
notice it, any more than they noticed her, and as they chased after the male
assassin, (hopelessly in her opinion) she sauntered over
to see what it was. A simple, and fairly pretty inverted ankh hung from a
delicate chain. It looked like it had fallen off, as the chain was intact.
Grinning, she scooped it up and looped it around her neck, tucking it
underneath her shirt. "Here's to good luck, may some of it find me!" She
wandered away to find
a good bar.
Fleece lost the cops, without killing any of them. He felt rather proud of
himself, if a bit put out. "How did they know where I was gonna be?" he
wondered as he climbed cautiously out of his slightly smelly hiding place.
"And what the fuck happened to my ankh?" He set about going inconspicuously
to the back door
into Sanctuary. He wondered if it would be smart to bitch about it or not.
Em was in a slighty better mood, being just drunk enough to stave off her
memories, and thinking impossible thought trains.
Days passed. Uneventful days and nights. Then as the saying goes, two ships
passed in the night. Alright, it was more like a collision...
"WHY THE HELL CAN'T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING?" screamed Em.
"OH LIKE IT WAS MY FAULT?!" Luse growled back. They glared at each other.
(Actually, it wasn1t either of their faults, as someone had rudely shoved Em
hard enough to send her fragile form flying.)
Finally, Emerald cracked a smile.
"Of all the people, of all the elves in this city, who do I bump into?" She
shook her head. "Something up there," she said, jerking her finger at the
overcast sky, "has a sick sense of humor." Luse didn't find it
funny. Em sweetly explained what had happened, but he still blamed her. He
was just in a bad mood altogether. Emerald offered to get him a drink. The
day looked brighter.
Later that night, Emerald landed with a thump just outside the door of the
tavern. Shortly after that, before she got a chance to stand up, a brawling
mass of men tumbled out the door, most of which disenaged and scrambled back
inside. She heard the door latch, and laid her ears back.
"They sure know how to make a girl feel unwanted," she said.
"If I continue to keep company with you," Lusiphur said, sighing and dusting
himself off, wiping the blood from his face, "there won't be a tavern in town
that'll let me in."
"Poo!" said Em with a giggle. "By the time that happens, the first one will
have forgotten!"
"Not likely. I don't think that barkeep'll use that hand again."
"Oh come on," she said. "Healers work miracles." She stood up and brushed
herself off. As she did, the dim light on the street glinted off the necklace
that shone around her neck. First the emerald round, then
the simple ankh. Emerald found herself slammed against a wall, her eyes
closed in pain. She was edging on too drunk to deal. What....? she
thought. Her eyes opened and she saw what was holding
her against the wall. Lusiphur, holding a hunk of shirt, and the dangling
chain of the ankh. "Let go," she growled at him. Blue-green eyes met icey
blue. Neither of them gave.
"You're here for me?" Luse asked
"I have no idea what the fuck...." Em trailed off. Suddenly she did. She
giggled. "You think I'm a... how do you know about the.... You're one of...."
Still laughing, Emerald dealt Luse a sharp crack across the face. He didn't
loosen his grip, she dealt another one with her other hand which he stopped.
Then her right hand, the one with the punching glove, came around and smashed
into his temple. As tiny visions
of Parintachin danced round Lusiphur's eyes, Em tried to pull free. Luse
jerked back on her shirt. The slippery cloth slipped out of his fingers, but
the chain caught.
Time slowed down.
The chain snapped.
Luse realized what was about to happen, and threw himself backwards away from
her.
Em's startled face disappered in a cloud of smoke.
Time resumed its normal corse.
Luse picked himself out of the street again, and looked at the ankh in his
hand. What if it was a mistake...? he thought.
When the smoke dissipated her eyes were wild and unseeing, and her knife and
sword were out. Fleece and Talon, who were in the room, were turned and
looking at her unbelievingly. Emerald's eyes locked on Talon. Her lips pulled
back from her teeth, and an inarticulate snarl came out of them. She rocketed
across the room.
"Mendrac !" she shrieked, eyes glazed. "I WILL KILL US BOTH BEFORE YOU CATCH
ME AGAIN!!"
Talon had no time to react, and her momentum carried them both to the floor.
He kept her hands away from him, but not her knee from a, uh...sensitive
area.
"Shit!"
She broke loose and scampered away. Talon looked around. She was gone. In a
voice a half-ocatve higher than it should be, he still sounded like he was in
control of the world."Who the fuck was that, how did she get in here, and
who," he said, his voice returning to its normal level, as he climbed back to
his feet, "is Mendrac?"
To be continued.......
Posion Elves is © Drew Hayes. I'm not violating it, I1m just playing
with it. Any similarly to persons living or dead is purely a symptom of
paranoia or an over inflated ego. Or of coruse, I could be doing it on
purpose. You'll never know.
Jace's ears were laid back. He was sick of this bull-shit, but Vido wasn't
catching on. So he was stuck listening to that...weirdo. He yawned, then
blinked, ears coming straight up,disbelieving what he was
hearing.
Fleece was nervous about going out on assignment in Mandratha, after what had
happened to Cassy. But a job was a job, and his job was to just do it. So out
into the night he went. To his surprise, everything went smoothly. He was
just about to leave, when he heard a shout, and a arrow zipped by his head.
Vido was pissed. The assassin had escaped, the victim was dead, and there was
nothing he could do about it.
Emerald's head swam. MAGIC! HE'S COME FOR HER! NO!