Pain surged through his body... Sharp and icy...
Somewhere, a bell jingled.
A dainty sound... A cheerful sound... Full of happiness.
How strange that he should hear it now.
Blood poured from his wounds, his body was bruised and aching.
He lay limp on the ground, agonizingly unable to move.
There was that sound again... The soft tinkling of a bell, coming from everywhere and no where all at once.
Demeter wore a bell on her collar.
Was she nearby? His eyes had too much blood in them to see anything. She had to run or she would get killed...
They all had to run...
He tried to shout a warning, but his voice came out as a choked moan instead.
Someone was nearby. Friend or foe? It was impossible to tell with his eyes so clouded with red filth.
A faint voice came through his murky consciousness, a soft mewing... The sound of the bell on her collar jingling quietly as she cleaned his wounds.
No, don't... Run away... he wanted to scream at her, to make her get to someplace safe, but his body wouldn't obey.
He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to the moon overhead that everything would be alright.