Pitch Black stumbled along the streets, pain causing him to double over more then once. He stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, and leaned up against a brick wall. He was breathing heavily, waiting for the pounding in his head to recede. The rain was pressing down hard, sending cold streams down his back. It helped oh-so-little with the pain, but he was greatful for it.
He heard chattering behind him, someone on a phone, and he started to turn. Before he could see if he needed to move out of the way, the woman passed strait through him.
He doubled over once again, fighting the urge to throw up. New pain flared in his skull, causing his vision to blur even worse than before. He was barely able to put his arm against the wall to support him.
He had been through this before, back in the dark ages in the aftermath of losing the believers. There had been the short time of nothing, filled with the fear of what was to come, before the pain rolled in. He had learned that walking was the best way to help keep the pain at bay.
He had been mindlessly walking through a forest when he had stumbled into the town. He hadn't even been fully aware of his surroundings until he started hearing the cars roll by, splashing disgusting water in his face.
A small part of him wondered if the guardians had started to feel it, back when they had fought. No. He hadn't seen any show of pain, and the beginning was always the worst. They wouldn't have been able to fight him if they had felt it. The fool Frost wouldn't have felt it at all. He was on an emotion high with his first believer, and the child hadn't stopped believing after everything he did.
Pure foolishness.
He straightened, clenching his teeth, and moved to a side passageway in time for another pedestrian to pass him. Perhaps he should just wait here awhile.
Suddenly, he felt the throbbing in his head lessen slightly.
His imagination? No. Surely not. He could feel it growing slightly weaker every few seconds. It wasn't anything big, but he lurched towards the small feeling of relief. He stumbled to the opposite wall, the sound of song and laughing reaching his ears through the pelting rain. He looked out, leaning around the corner.
A girl, only 16 it looked, was running about on the sidewalk, kicking puddles and throwing her head back to catch rain on her tongue. She took her folded umbrella and dragged the tip through the puddles in a circle around herself. As she drew parralel with him, he felt the pain definitely lessen. It wasn't gone by a long shot, but it wasn't as bad.
Opening the umbrella as a car passed her by, she caught the wave of water inside, then proceeded to dump it on her head, laughing as it washed away. Dragging her wet, dark blonde hair out of her face, she prepared to do the motion again as another car came close.
"Isn't that stuff polluted?" He muttered to himself.
"Hmm?" The girl turned around, the smile still on her face as she faced him. She locked eyes with him, and the smile changed into one of surprise. He blinked, jerking his head back.
Impossible.
"Ummm..." she said, at a loss for words.
He pushed himself off of the wall, lurching towards her with every intention to find out if she...
He fell and watched the world grow black, the pain taking it's toll.