Prologue
All Alfred knew was pain.
He could hardly see anymore, vision flickering in and out, static and all. Even if he could see, it wouldn't do much; he was currently lying in a useless heap in a pitch dark alleyway, soaking in a puddle of his own life-blood. His limbs were unresponsive, though from the pain or simple brokenness he did not know.
So this was death: lying helpless, nose flat to the ground and overwhelmed, a rising smell of blood intermingling with motor oil.
Alfred closed his eyes rather gently, all things considered, and slowly let himself drift.
A sudden light in front of him.
He smiled.
Lily's Notes: So this is a prologue. Duh. This originally came from an Imagine Your OTP prompt on Tumblr. It was originally a 'one person saves another' type of simplistic prompt that evolved into this mess of a story. It's a Steampunk AU, so pardon a lack of spot-on Victorian era culture, since the tech in this AU is more on the science-fiction side. And, yes, I know, I need to work on my summary and titling skills.
Also, though it's obvious, Alfred is not dead. Someone helped him out.
All that aside, I should have the first chapter out today, perhaps tomorrow. Until then, you get this tease ;)