Part 5
Allan stumbled
into the street after Alistair. Shouting out at him, he put one foot
in front of the other to try to catch up.
"I didn't betray
you guys! I wouldn't!" He fell to his knees. "not again."
Alistair smirked as he walked slowly towards Allan. He flicked his
cloak behind him as he crouched down on his toes and just looked
Allan, who was now visibly shaking, in the eye. He watched as Allan's
eyes travelled to a crimson purse attached to his belt. "you? But..
?"
Alistair, in one fluid motion, brought out a concealed dagger
and delved it deep into Allan's side, causing the man to cry out, and
double-up into himself, curling up on the dirty ground.
"I don't know how I can thank you for being a sneak in the past. I got reckless, gave away too much- but I won't make that mistake again, I wish I didn't have to sacrifice Quent to do it, but what are you going to do?"
"your... your own bruvverrr...? 'ook 'eree, mate. I migh' be a..." his body shuddered. "I migh' be a li'ul conflicted... bu' at least I would never.. av.. sold ou' my own li'ul bruvv..." Alistair grabbed a hold of Allan's hair, and whispered in his ear.
"Still couldn't save him though. Could you?" Allan squeezed his eyes shut as these words took their effect. Alistair let go of Allan and stood up. He took one last kick at his side, before leaving him to bleed out on the road.