Demon's Rising
Ch.2 Bad boy town.
"What's ya gonna to do when they come for you? bad boys, bad boys…" oh! Sorry you've caught me singing one of my songs. Now what can I say about bad boys? Listen to the song. It works.
Lureana rode through the mud covered streets of the filthy out-law hub, the town of merish. Now I've been to filthy place before believe me, but unless you don't count a filthy, dirty town where the streets we only mud, there were drunk people in the streets both left and right, there was always a knife or sword fight being fought in nearly every single bar or hotel, and there was absolutely no relive from all the rats as a filthy place. You need therapy. Seriously you do.
The mud squished, and soaked her boots as she walked into the nearest bar. There was a strong scent of mold and mildew. Green rotten water dripped from the ceiling. Only eyes stared at her as she walked to the counter. Sure everyone went along with their business, but there was always a pair of eyes watching her. She had sat in a chair as the bar tender walked up to her.
"What's you orderin'?" he asked gruffly as he spat in a cup and washed it with a filthy rag.
"I need information about someone." She replied.
"You need info… what? Never heard of that drink before."
Lureana just rolled her eyes with annoyance underneath her cloak. She leaned over so that the bar tender could hear her.
"Where's slurin?" she whispered.
The bartender's face became terrified at the name. He slowly limped over next to lureana and pulled up a chair.
"What's you name now sonny?"
"Loran." She answered.
"Well loran, I don't know if this slurin character owes you some money or something, but I wouldn't go after him if I were you. He's the type of person that you just don't want to mess with."
"Well trust me." She replied slowly. "He'll want to see me."
The bar tender looked left, then right. He slowly grabbed a piece of parchment and started to write on it.
"Now listen here." He said as he wrote frantically. "You didn't get this from me, you don't know me, and you never came here, got it?"
He shoved the parchment over to her and then quickly went up the stairs, tripping as he did. Lureana looked down at the parchment; she could barely make out the writing.
"He's down the street in the abandoned, black house. Turn right to enter it from there, and may the goddesses of this world protect you from his wrath…."
She left the parchment on the counter and went out into the pouring rain. Through the thick mist she caught someone walking down the street. He walked with grace. Too graceful to be human.
"slurin." she whispered.
She slowly followed him through the rain. She didn't know that he had sensed her presence. He walked into a thin, dark alley way, and waited.
She peeked into the alley, there was nothing there. She slowly walked into it grasping the hilt of her sword. Her barley heard the slightest movement before something crashed down on top of her and pinned her in the mud.
"Who are you?!What do you want?!" slurin shouted as lighting ran throughout the sky.
"Slurin stop! It's me! Stop!" lureana screamed as she struggled to get free.
Slurin immediately knew the voice. He desperately tried to back away from her, but slipped in the slick mud into a deep puddle behind him. I'll he could do was look at lureana's muddy, ticked-off face.
"What…what are you doing here?" He asked as they both stood up.
She looked dumb-founded at slurin, like if something heavy came from the sky and fell on her head.
"What am I doing here?" she paused. "What… what kind of question is that?!"
Slurin grabbed her arm and pointed towards the gates.
"Lureana you've got to go know! You can't stay here!"
Lureana would not take that statement for an answer. Catching slurin by complete surprise she punched him straight across his face. Slurin twisted over and fell back into the puddle unconscious.
"Great… just great." Lureana thought to herself.
She grabbed slurin by his ankles and dragged him through the mud. She struggled with great effort until she finally got him on her saddle. She looked at his dirty face. A soft pang throbbed in her heart. She found a clean puddle and washed his face with her hands.
"I'm sorry, but I have to know." She whispered to him.
Lureana grabbed thunderax's reins and walked through the filthy, black, rotten gates of merish.