*Sigh* Bad day people...bad, bad day.
But the good news is ff seems to have its shit back together
"Damn…my shoes are gonna stink," Emmett sighed as he swished his puke-covered kicks through a puddle.
I tried to apologize…again, but he waved me off.
"It's fine. Now…take the dagger and let's try and find this guy."
The heavy weight of the blade felt familiar in my palm, but I was scared shitless.
"The word on the cloud is that he has arrived and he is not alone," Emmett said seriously, making me giggle at his description.
"The word on the cloud? Is that like the word on the street? You guys kill me!" I laughed, bending over and holding my stomach as the cackles erupted from my gut.
Better laughter than vomit.
"You think this is a game…don't you?"
I fell silent as his words registered, and looked up at his grave face.
"I don't think it's a game. I just can't believe that after 200 years of peace, it all comes down to a battle between the spawn of Satan and little ol' me."
"Well it does…and the fate of the world is in your hands. So stop fucking around and help me find him."
"Fine, but you don't have to be such a dick about it," I sighed as I tucked the dagger into the back of my jeans and walked off toward the street.
Something was pulling at me…like the tension of a string, yanking at my soul.
So against my better judgment, I obeyed the call.
Twofer? Yeah...one more.
