Thursday, October 22, 2009
The Enemy of My Enemy...
5:38 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
Pyroblades regarded the blond man in a black trenchcoat standing at his table in the Pocket D. “How do I know you’re Grimaulkin?”
“Step outside and I’ll show you,” said the blond.
Pyroblades took a long drag on his cigarette and blew it out slowly. “Don’t think so.”
The blond sighed. He fished around in his coat and came up with something that looked like a small stick. He tossed it on the table. Pyroblades looked at it; it was a finger bone.
“What happened to you?” he asked, as he shoved the chair next to him open with his foot. “You’re not black.”
Grim took the seat. “I’ve been Redeemed.”
“Got baptized by a holy roller?”
“Baptized by fire.”
He took another drag. “Let’s not get into religion, huh? People kill each over lesser things.”
“That’s what I’m here about.”
Pyroblades had no eyebrow to raise, but his brow twitched. “About that vamp lady?”
“Yes. Don’t kill her.”
“Gonna need more money to make that kind of decision.”
Grim pulled out an envelope from his coat and put it on the table. “There’s a thousand in there to make you forget.”
Pyroblades picked up the envelope and peeked in it. “What about the little girl you hooked me up with?”
“Let’s forget about her, too. Do you need more for that?”
Pyroblades stuffed the envelope in his jacket. “Nah, I’ll let it go as a favor. Why the change of heart?”
Grim got up. “Just forget about her.”
“Forget about who?”
Grim nodded. “Good. Be seeing you.” He turned away from the table.
“Hey, forgot your finger.”
“Don’t need it anymore,” he said, without looking back. Pyroblades picked it up and twirled it absently on the table. It kept pointing to the door whenever it stopped.
“Step outside and I’ll show you,” said the blond.
Pyroblades took a long drag on his cigarette and blew it out slowly. “Don’t think so.”
The blond sighed. He fished around in his coat and came up with something that looked like a small stick. He tossed it on the table. Pyroblades looked at it; it was a finger bone.
“What happened to you?” he asked, as he shoved the chair next to him open with his foot. “You’re not black.”
Grim took the seat. “I’ve been Redeemed.”
“Got baptized by a holy roller?”
“Baptized by fire.”
He took another drag. “Let’s not get into religion, huh? People kill each over lesser things.”
“That’s what I’m here about.”
Pyroblades had no eyebrow to raise, but his brow twitched. “About that vamp lady?”
“Yes. Don’t kill her.”
“Gonna need more money to make that kind of decision.”
Grim pulled out an envelope from his coat and put it on the table. “There’s a thousand in there to make you forget.”
Pyroblades picked up the envelope and peeked in it. “What about the little girl you hooked me up with?”
“Let’s forget about her, too. Do you need more for that?”
Pyroblades stuffed the envelope in his jacket. “Nah, I’ll let it go as a favor. Why the change of heart?”
Grim got up. “Just forget about her.”
“Forget about who?”
Grim nodded. “Good. Be seeing you.” He turned away from the table.
“Hey, forgot your finger.”
“Don’t need it anymore,” he said, without looking back. Pyroblades picked it up and twirled it absently on the table. It kept pointing to the door whenever it stopped.
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