Monday, 6 January 2014

The old faces

Early in the morning the next day the scarred man and I met at the same column ready to free Fade, he told me that the plan involved me going in alone to talk to Fade meaning that at least one of the guards would have to follow me in. After the scarred man said he would take out the people around the surrounding area making our escape easier my job was just to keep the other guard busy and try and convince Fade to come with us.
I walked down the now familiar hallways of the warren to the holding cells, outside were two of the staff in masks, both were large and burly, I couldn’t see the scarred man beating one, let alone the other if he needed to. I went along though as there was no other way that we were going to get Fade out and save Kat. I asked one of the guards if I could go and see Fade one last time before he gets hallowed, they agreed though as the scarred man had said one of them came in with me, trying to stop a breakout probably. This was when I saw Fade with his suit dishevelled, hair flat and just exuding a general sense of decay and filth, I barely recognised him as the man I saw yesterday.
F: Why hello Pete, one last hurrah is it before I become less than a man?
P: You could say that, or to make sure you don’t want to become hallowed or to see if I have a plan to get you out?
F: I know you don’t, so it would be pointless to ask you, even if I did want to escape, which I don’t.
P: Even if when you did you could save someone’s life?
F: You mean Kat, Manic’s family, people I don’t know.
P: So you’re going to let innocent people die, because ‘you don’t know them’?
F: Innocent? Those people are none such, they were only compared to Manic’s blood stained past.
P: Didn’t know you were so selfish, you’re worse than a murderer, you’ve given up even trying to be a good person, I don’t even care anymore, though I’m going to try help them, I don’t even care if you come.
F: Fine
*A voice and sound from behind drew both of our attentions, behind me was the scarred man and the guard slumped on the ground*
SM: Now, now I’m not used to those words coming out of you, are you sure you were ever part of Manic.
F: You, I know who you are.
SM: (He covers the distance between himself and Fade quickly putting a hand over his mouth and putting one on his head) Now we don’t want you to get agitated and cause undue trouble. All I need is for you to be cooperative.
Fade suddenly passed out and lay on the sparse bed, the scarred man then proceeded to take some clothes out of the bag on his back, among them was a black T shirt, a pair of torn jeans, a red and grey hoody and a long coat.
P: Sorry wait, what did you do to him, I thought you were going to save Fade.
SM: I never said I was going to save Fade, he will be of no use in the next act of this play he started, what we need is a warrior, and there’s only one I know of who could help.
P: Then who did you have in mind, have you fucking killed Fade.
SM: No I haven’t, I’ve made him hole again.
P: What does that mean?
*voice from behind*: He means that I’m back, I definitely thought I had succeeded this time, though I guess third times has to be the charm brother.
SM: I guess you’re right Eoin.
P: Sorry I don’t get what’s going on, you’re Fade’s brother?
SM: Oh no, Fade was not my brother, the man who stands behind you is.
Fade *I thought*: That man is Sirus, my older brother died last year or so I thought, especially since I killed him. It’s nice to finally meet you Pete, I’m Manic Muse and I’ll be helping you from now on.
*Pause as I take it in, He looked so different he looked more confident, sure of himself, much more threatening his mocking grin spread across his face. Even his clothes seemed more functional as his suit was discarded on the floor*
Soooooooo Should we be going to save my family or what?

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