Seeking
the Keys
Pt. III: A New Face
by
Cowboy Ghostie
Oh Fuck... Will
thought as he watched the ground rush up at him. He tried to
force his wings through the restraints that burned his skin,
but they just wouldn't come...
He felt himself grabbed by his collar and yanked sideways as
his so-called savior banked sharply. Will gripped the others
hands, and just hoped to hell this guy actually meant what he
said...
The full impact of what he was in for had hit him long ago, but
he couldn't help having second thoughts yet again... He wasn't
stupid and he wanted to keep his skin intact.
The flight was frightful as the shade flew erratically, skeletal
wings barely missing the sides of buildings and alleyways, finally
he was thrown downwards, landing with a crash into a dumpster,
the shade back-winging above him as he recovered his form.
Will didn't bother cussing him out for that, he simply extricated
himself from the rubbish, the shade watching him with a bit of
a knowing smirk as the wings folded themselves back into its
body... He brushed himself off and looked up at this so-called
savior again, half tempted to give him a withering glare...
Instead will stayed quiet a moment, glaring off at nothing before
turning a more... respectful gaze on the shade. He spoke
in a quiet hiss... "Warn me next time you're going to do
that..."
The shade just laughed at him, a quiet rumble: "And why
should I? Your face was absolutely priceless..."
"So I don't like being thrown off a building... " Will
couldn't help a scowl, he rubbed at his wrists absently, then
realized that damned restraining cuff was still on him: "Any
chance I can get this thing off me?"
The shade leapt off the dumpster, landing with a heavy thud next
to him. Will reacted on his guard, never trusting of a sudden
move. However, as fast as he was he wasn't fast enough, his wrists
were seized in the shade's clawlike hands and they began to melt.
Will couldn't resist, only praying he understood the intent.
After a moment the left cuff fell to the ground, having slipped
off of what was left of his hand. His mind cleared of the fog,
and his intellect shocked at the sudden clarity. Why hadn't he
noticed that before?
The cuff on the right however, was of a different make, and would
not budge for all the shade's efforts. Almost like it was a part
of him, after a minute he whispered... "Leave it... It does
no harm."
Will leaned on the wall behind him a moment,
then shook his head to clear it further...
"Thank you..." He glanced up at him, far from shocked
by the feral smile he received as the shade remade his hands,
normal this time, instead of the claws they were. "Do you
have a preferred name?"
"My name is Razor, cub, don't forget it. You belong to me
now, because one wrong step and I'll throw you to the Legionnaires."
The shade stood taller, his form changing to that of your average
restless, brown hair, brown eyes... Will wished for a moment
he could do that, but then, disguise should be easy enough....
"Understood?"
Their eyes met and will nodded, lowering his: "Yes, Sir."
He'd have to be careful of his thoughts around this one, he had
a feeling he'd be being read at Razor's whim. Damn Mnemoi, more
trouble than they're worth...
Hate them... They don't care... A whisper in the Silence.
So he was still there, Will had wondered. Hey, Casper, where
else are we going to go? Pull this stuff on our own? We'd last
a week, methinks...
Better than working with HIM...
Razor turned, having apparently made up his mind and walked down
the alleyway without saying a word. But then, he didn't need
to... Will bent and picked up the dropped cuff, wrapping it in
a bit of discarded rag. Never know when this could be useful,
he followed quietly in his new master's wake.
* * *
Days later Will found himself with a new part to play. Just a
minor character in a bigger plot, of course.
He was supposed to gather information, something
he was rather used to by now, the only change in his character
was he had to play it steady. He had to keep a good rein on his
temper, for if he didn't, it was just inviting trouble from the
first wraith with a trace of castigate and a whiff of suspicion.
It was his skin on the line, nobody else's, so he better play
this good.
Today he was 'Raymond Chase' - quiet assistant to the ever-absent
Lady Bryant. A new face, eager blue eyes and nondescript, off-white
T-shirt and bluejeans.
Of course, instead of dying in a studio fire, Raymond had been
simply hit by a car... He'd enough new 'memories' to know exactly
what that felt like, it wasn't a pleasant experience, but at
least now he could fake a good story if he had to.
Hmm, A Masquer and a Mnemoi, it just gets better and better,
he could be anyone anywhere and you'd never know it, till he
read your mind anyways... A sick laugh from his other half.
And then he'd kill you-
Stop that, one would think I'm the good half and you're the bad.
If you're going to play my conscience you'd better straighten
up... Will shook his head and ran a hand through his short
cropped hair. Almost sounds like you're drunk. Or Mad. Either
way I shan't pay attention until you make more sense.
So what if I'm Mad? Aren't we all - And drop the accent with
me!
Do Stop that. Will peeked out around the corner, looking
for a likely target to make a first impression on. Not the pardoner,
tall dark and obviously stuck up, goodness no, that would do
to break his cover almost immediately, if only he could disguise
the fact that he wasn't quite a wraith anymore.
He needed a circle of friends, good ones. But where to start?
Not someone with too terribly many contacts, not yet anyways.
Will scanned the streets, pretending to be lost as he crept out
of the alley... There, that one, the tall dark and not very handsome
staring up at the stars. Probably as much a dreamer as he used
to be.
He let his eyes slide right off of him and turned around, looking
upwards at the buildings... Turning back, touch of a stumble,
always used to throw people off guard. "Oh..." He came
'a little too close' then backed up, blinking at him. "Sorry...
"
The Dreamer blinked, turning his slightly sad gaze from the stars
for a moment. "Need something...?" It was almost an
attempt at frightening him.
Will just blinked... "Err... Just a little lost, new to
town. Which way would the Trinity church be?" He took a
step back, not that he was actually afraid, but it was always
prudent to be out of grabbing range.
This new one blinked, and gestured vaguely to a building across
the street, which of course Will knew was there, he was just
playing the not so observant kid. "Oh!... Dear... Terribly
sorry."
The dreamer just gives him a strange look, then shifts and leans
on the light post again. "Name?"
This one was rather curt, Will liked it. Less bullshit, more
brains... "Raymond, Raymond Chase..." A short pause.
"And you?"
"Jess..." The dreamer cocked his head at Will. "So
you're new... Planning on staying?"
"Until Lady Bryant wants me to accompany her elsewhere..."
Will straightened his T-shirt absently, Ray was the type to fidget.
"Under someone's thumb. Feh... It figures." Jess turned
away, dark hair ruffling in the night-time wind.
"I am not!" Will stood a little straighter, then tapered
off... "She's just good to me, that's all..." He glanced
towards the church, he needed out of this one... His judgment
of character must be a little off today...
"Oh!" Will looked back at Jess, feigning a bit of surprise,
"There she goes... Must be going... See you around..."
He trotted across the road and into the shadows of the church...
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