Imperius Rekt
Prelude: Boiler Warning
Blood poured from the open wound in his side. He always wondered why so many people tried to stab him in the gut. Sure it hurts, but it doesn't usually kill. Maybe that was the point? Some form of repressed morality that caused a temporary lack of judgement on their part. Whatever the cause, it cost another fool his life today. Ike was no fool, he had survived to many brawls to be a fool. He was a fighter. He was also smart enough to take the fool's top for a bandage.
He tore the oddly discoloured cloth into even shreds before using it to tie down a boiled wad of cloth he used as gauze. It was as close to sterile as anyone this far down into a hive could get. The bleeding slowed as he tightened his wrapping and pulled his tattered top back down. He was standing in a small alley behind a wall of refuse that he had piled to hide his moment of weakness. Not many could pick a silent man out amongst the garbage in the dim artificial light of the lower hive.
He pushed the pile aside and scaled what remained, the stirring released the pungent smell of death. The source was likely one of the bodies that frequented such heaps. Walking into the street the smell was quickly replaced with Urine, sweat, and various other bodily fluids. Much better. He wasn't large, he wasn't small, he knew how to blend. He was smart. He merged into the passing crowd and headed home, his prize tucked deep into a pocket where no nimble fingers could reach. The crowd bleakly flowed on, Ike disappearing in a sea of blank faces.