Feb. 4th, 2010 07:47 pm
Drabble-Month: Day #4
The resistance has started to swing upwards in strength as Azkadellia’s iron fist begins to rule down upon the land. Cain’s been running errands with the desperation of a man whose life is starting to slip away from him. He can barely keep Adora and Jeb in protections’ grasp any longer and he lives in fear for it.
He roams the streets of Central City and no longer knows who’s foe or friend, ally or enemy. He’s had information come through the pipeline about a genius who might have all the answers to stop this. That’s why he’s here in this dingy bar, stalking through the back halls in order to make progress and to find Ambrose, the man with all the answers.
“He’s this way,” some goon says with a lamentable tone. “Don’t know what you plan to get out of him, though.”
When they open for the door for Cain to see, it all clicks in a second-flat why Ambrose hasn’t got a single answer that can help them save the O.Z.
“Hi there! The name’s Glitch!” the dark-haired, zipper-headed man brightly chirps. “Wow! They really don’t lie about sending out for the good stuff, huh? What’s your name?”
Cain glances at the guard by the door, bowing his head low as hope starts to bleed from every pore of his body. “Where’d you find him?”
“They let him loose in the wild, hoping the vultures would pick at him.”
“Well, might as well do the same, he’s no good to us,” Cain grunts, trying not to look this Glitch straight in the eye seeing as he doesn’t know that he could stand to look and have his resolve flicker. “The whole goddamn realm’s gone to the wolves. And he’s no use. We have to keep looking for an answer.”
In retrospect, Cain will wish he looked harder under his nose, but at the time all he saw was a zipper and a lost man attached to it.
He roams the streets of Central City and no longer knows who’s foe or friend, ally or enemy. He’s had information come through the pipeline about a genius who might have all the answers to stop this. That’s why he’s here in this dingy bar, stalking through the back halls in order to make progress and to find Ambrose, the man with all the answers.
“He’s this way,” some goon says with a lamentable tone. “Don’t know what you plan to get out of him, though.”
When they open for the door for Cain to see, it all clicks in a second-flat why Ambrose hasn’t got a single answer that can help them save the O.Z.
“Hi there! The name’s Glitch!” the dark-haired, zipper-headed man brightly chirps. “Wow! They really don’t lie about sending out for the good stuff, huh? What’s your name?”
Cain glances at the guard by the door, bowing his head low as hope starts to bleed from every pore of his body. “Where’d you find him?”
“They let him loose in the wild, hoping the vultures would pick at him.”
“Well, might as well do the same, he’s no good to us,” Cain grunts, trying not to look this Glitch straight in the eye seeing as he doesn’t know that he could stand to look and have his resolve flicker. “The whole goddamn realm’s gone to the wolves. And he’s no use. We have to keep looking for an answer.”
In retrospect, Cain will wish he looked harder under his nose, but at the time all he saw was a zipper and a lost man attached to it.
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