06-09-2007, 08:39 PM
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Re: Sins of Thy Father (Cio)
Flamel coughed and slowly got up, seeing that it was now midday. He got to his feet and walked over to a nearby building, thankful that the large man was gone. Nonetheless, he was more than a little annoyed when he realized that he’d been out for several hours and not a single person had so much as dragged his body out of the street.
“Thanks for the help guys,” he said, directing the statement at anybody who would listen. “It’s really nice to know that your fellow man is too busy to drag an unconscious man out of the middle of the street. I really appreciate the concern guys. I like your self-restraint too. No need to overreact.”
Obviously, nobody responded. Creed would have blown them all to smithereens if he weren’t afraid of killing himself in the process. Making explosions wouldn’t be a good idea for somebody in his state. He wouldn’t even be able to fight or run if somebody stronger than him showed up.
He sighed and started on his way back to “The Sheep’s Eye”, supporting himself with anything he could find. The madman’s confidence rose with every step he took without passing out or going blind. By the time the inn came into view however, he could feel some more blood vomit preparing itself.
“Please don’t,” he thought to himself, begging his body to listen to him for once. “I don’t want to greet Celia like that. If she’s not there yet, vomit away. If she is, at least wait until I’m done explaining everything, please?”
As if in response, he could feel it settling down. He forced himself to smile at his little victory. Lord knew he wouldn’t be smiling often in his final weeks, and he couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to have a little smirk.
Creed pushed open the inn’s door, his fake smile turning into a real one at the sight of Celia. It seemed like she’d gotten there only moments earlier, as her back was still to the door. She turned and looked at him upon hearing the door close.
“Hey Celia,” he began, “I’m glad you could c-c-urgh!”
He bent over and wretched, vomiting a small puddle of blood before his feet. The madman leaned against the doorframe and coughed into his cupped hands. Now that is how a gentleman says hello.
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