So much for being stuck.
So while i should have been doing the coursework that's due on Friday i wrote two and a half chapters.
After walking into the working industrial district on the opposite side of town, I found a secluded spot and snuck though the gates.
"Baldwin?" I asked the petrol-filled air, searching for my latest informant. I turned another corner and there, huddled in the corner under a hooded coat was the abnormal I had been looking for. "Hey, Baldwin!"
He turned to face me. "Kel. I was told you were caught."
I took another step towards him and he backed away. "Alright…" I muttered under my breath, "I need to know who's in town. Who's near? I was caught which means I need bury myself low and know who might be next."
"Drusus. Jarl Sedna. Matthan. Sammie Braidy."
Drusus, the bastard. He was a humanoid abnormal, sold his own kind for his own gain. I'd have to tread carefully, if he caught up with me I would be strung up with my blood sold by the phial over decades. There was a heavily sadistic streak in the humanoid.
"How close is Drusus?"
"West side. Others are out of town but close."
"Thanks dude." I threw Baldwin his payment and picked out a place name at random, "Wichita. That's next if things go south."
Baldwin was part of a near global network of suspected telepaths; information ran freely throughout. Some helped people like me, some sold what they learnt to gangs or abnormal mafia. It was a massive risk to take, but helped nonetheless.
I started to leave by the same way I came when I heard Baldwin pipe up again. "And Kel?" I stopped.
"They all know, about Brad, the one you've probably killed. He was going to give them all a sample of your blood and sell you to the highest bidder. They'll send private personnel soon."
I cursed under my breath and checked the pockets of my coat. There was just about enough for a few essentials and a ride out of town.
New City
Soon was an understatement. There was someone following me from almost the moment I stepped out of the cordoned-off area. After judging my thirst I was contemplating a slight theft from the local blood back, I thought there was no way I'd get away with it with someone on my tail.
Then the thought struck me… I was being followed by someone whose boss most likely classed as disposable, especially for a prize like myself.
I tried not to do this sort of thing. The hunt, the kill, the chase, it all gave me a thrill like no other.
I allowed him to catch up and I could almost feel the excitement running over him like sweat. His mouth was watering at the thought of his 60% cut I was sure. Clenching my left fist tightly I turned into the next allyway as it got dark. Before he turned to follow me I crouched beside one of the bins and put my hand against my mouth to hide my quickened breaths.
The dark coat hid me from him so he started to search every which way.
My stomach squeezed quickly this time; it was easier like this. I threw away the gun that sat in his jeans and took him from behind, swinging him to face me as I slammed him against the alley wall.
"Bounty Hunters! Always one after the other, leeching from each other's hunts." I moaned as he struggled to get out of my grasp.
I ran my nail over his cheek and to his neck, staring as the scratch turned from white to red.
"Monsters, the lot of you-"
"If you hadn't been on my tail I would be at the morgue by now. Me without blood," My voice shook as my heart pounded and I started to see red. I knew his hardened hear was going rapidly too, "It's worse than Cryolam without water."
Cryolam, difficult to transport because of its constant need for gallons of water, but the price was extremely worth the effort.
The nail dug into the flash on the bottom of his neck.
"You're sick!" The bounty hunter told me with a snarl.
I looked up at him, "Just desperate."
His neck sliced open easily and, thankfully, the loud noises of constant business and movement drowned out the sounds of one more bounty hunter being sliced open.
