Past
She stared at him from the shadows, the pocketknife in her hand pitifully small.
"I know what you are," The bastard looked amused.
"What do you want?" Fear shifted, a cold ball in her throat.
"A world where we need not hide." He smiled, terribly sad, dangerously sharp.
The knife rose above them in parody of something she couldn't quite grasp. She gasped, looked at him. "How will you do that?"
"With your help." He reached his hand out. Numbers strikingly blue against his forearm.
She took it, indigo interlaced with paler tones.
And let silence have the final word.
She stared at him from the shadows, the pocketknife in her hand pitifully small.
"I know what you are," The bastard looked amused.
"What do you want?" Fear shifted, a cold ball in her throat.
"A world where we need not hide." He smiled, terribly sad, dangerously sharp.
The knife rose above them in parody of something she couldn't quite grasp. She gasped, looked at him. "How will you do that?"
"With your help." He reached his hand out. Numbers strikingly blue against his forearm.
She took it, indigo interlaced with paler tones.
And let silence have the final word.
