The Dresden Files: Origin
Chapter One
"Just this once, Harry." Bob pleaded in his high class accent.
"No." Proclaimed Harry as he sat on the soft couch then turned back to the reading the pages of the old spell book.
"Harry, would it really kill you to, for once, have a walk in the Park?"
Not turning from the book, he replied. "As a matter of fact, it would."
Bob's voice sank low. "Harry, you're making up excuses."
"So," closing the book and looking to Bob. "I don't do Parks. And I don't like it when you do that."
Bob's facial expression lit from curiosity and asked. "Do what?"
"What you did just now."
"What did I do? Ask you to take me to the Park? I deserve a little reward every now and then."
"Not that part. That bothers me too. But the other thing."
"Harry," Bob retaliated in irritation. "What other thing?"
"That thing. The whole thing with my name. It's pretty obvious by now that I know who you're talking to, and it's starting to irritate me.
Clearly annoyed, Bob crossed his arms and slouched his body posture slightly. "Like wise." He retorted.
Just then, the bell from Dresden's front doors rang indicating someone had entered.
Reacting instantly, the two went their separate ways by Bob retreating through the wall heading back into the Laboratory while Harry Dresden laid his spell book on the couch before rising to his feet and quickly walking to the doors.
He was struck with surprise when a young man, maybe in his 20's, stumbled through the right side of the double doors with his left arm lifted and hand clapsed onto the edge helping him lean against the door for support. His black Trench Coat-covered body slouched and looked liked he was in pain as well as exhausted. His right arm tucked under the Trench Coat wrapping and disappearing around his waist with blood trickleling down his sleeve and onto the wooden floor.
"Help me." The young man said weakly before collapsing.
Harry reacted by flying to the man's side and fell to his knees where he carefully flipped the man over to get a better look at the wound. Realizing he was unconscious and was surprise when he saw it was a stab wound. But what was intriguing about it was the man's blood wasn't red like a human. It was a glossy color of black.
If you liked this chapter and can't wait for the second, then you're in luck, 'cause it's finished. I'll be posting it in a few days.
Thanks to all who have read this and liked it.
Blackdawn