Thanx alot, Lantra. Nice to hear (that sounds ironic but it isn't).
We walked in a row down the street, like a mourning parade. I felt worried about it all. Why did this slig shoot Noah? Did he do it because of me? If it was because of me, was it something I've done these last days or something long ago? I didn't know, and frankly, I didn't want to know. Gaia was crying softly, barely with a sound. I wished I could comfort her, but the slig was in a hurry. Orion and Tammer walked in silence, looking forward all the time. I sure was silent, but I wasn't the same kind of 'silent' as they were. I hoped that I wasn't dreaming again. I felt the cold feeling of steal against my neck.
"You look familiar to me, kid. What's yer name?" the slig whispered. The whisper was like a shout in this silence. I tried to think of a good answer.
"People call me Gold." I replied. He pushed the gun harded to me.
"I didn't want to know that, tell me yer name, so I can write it on my list of guys I've killed."
"You better write Gold then, since I don't know anyone that knows my name."
I heard a quiet mutter.
"Fine. I'll just write Gold. Tell me how you want to die, and let's get that over with."
A evil thought was born in my head.
"I can't die." I said. My selfcoinfidence raised really high.
"Stop joking, you lunatic. Don't you understand that with a movement of my finger you'll be in hell?"
"First of all, all of us already is in hell. The second, I don't think you can stand watching someone you killed for a minute ago arise again and live like if nothing happened."
The gun was swiftly taken off my neck. I smiled to myself. But he kept whispering.
"Feel the smell?" he whispered, I noticed a small tone of victory in his voice. I sniffed the air. It had one small feeling of smoke.
"Yes."
"Do you know it?"
"Smoke."
I saw Gaia react on that and she turned her head a bit to the left. She looked worried or frightened. That wasn't a good sign.
"We're close to the cementary." she said. Orion shuddered.
That made me loose something.
"Why does it smell like smoke just because we're close to the cementary?"
A silent laugh came from the slig.
"Too many people die in this giant town each day. We can't bury them, so we burn them."
All four of us went afraid.
"He's going to burn us!" Tammer suddenly said. His voice was full of panic.
"Shut up!" The slig cried. I doubted that.
"You're not, right?"
The slig didn't say something for a while.
"No."
"You don't like fire." I said, slowly going calmer.
"Yes, I do. I just don't like seeing living people twist and scream in pain, licked by fire. I might do orders, but that goes way past what I can take." he growled. I understood. He was a assassin. But to who?
I was about to know.
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