Mental note: being shocked really hurts.
Maybe I should get a notebook to write all of these notes down. I’d made one about getting a new place to stay earlier, and then maybe one about guns? Mental note: buy a notebook
I opened my eyes. My vision wasn’t very blurry, although I was on the floor, and slightly bruised. I wondered how much electricity that dog had sent through me. I remembered hearing somewhere that it takes only a very small amount of electricity to kill you, but hopefully most of that had gone into the dog and not into me. For a moment I wanted to check his pulse, but I decided against that. No one could survive a throat wound like I had given him, immediately followed by electrocution. Besides, there was too much blood, and I was still pretty shaken. I would just rest here on the floor for a little while more, and then go back to my unspeakable motel room. There was definitely not anything more I could do tonight. The best I could hope for was to get a little sleep, although it would probably be more comfortable on the floor than on the motel mattress.
Bang bang bang.
Ugh. Who was disturbing me? I had been just about ready to get up, and now I had a headache. Or maybe I had already had a headache, and I just hadn’t noticed it. In any case, there probably wasn’t much more benefit in lying here. I propped myself up on an arm, and brought myself to my feet. After a moment of vertigo, I started feeling better. Most likely I had been over dramatizing my injuries, in the first place.
Bang bang bang.
Oh yeah, there was a kid in here. That’s why I had killed the dog, in the first place. The kid was making that banging, in all likelihood, unless there was someone else in here as well. I supposed that now he needed rescuing. It was the least I could do, now that I had gotten involved. It was easy to locate him in the small apartment, and I unstuck the door with a firm kick. I was immediately greeted by the sight of a bloody form, sitting on the floor, staring up at me, dumbfounded.
“Come on, kid. Get up.” I thrust out my hand for him to take. The kid, still shocked, began to offer up his injured arm. Giving an exasperated sigh at this, I grabbed his other arm and pulled him to his feet.
“I- wha- Who are you?” He stammered out.
“Your guardian freakin’ angel,” I replied. “Come on, I don’t wanna hang around.” I turned and walked out into the main room, and the kid followed, quietly. He gave a start at seeing the dead dog on the floor, in a pool of blood, but I ignored him.
"D-did you do that?”
“No, it was a magical fairy.” I was not in a good mood.
The kid was probably annoyed at this comment, but he let it go and moved on. “Really, though, what should I call you?”
“If it’s really so important to you, you can all me Caimo.” This was my surname, and he seemed to accept it.
Just as I was about to walk out the door, I noticed something on the table. Cash. Quite a bit of it, actually.
Finally, I cracked a smile, muttering to myself, “Well, I guess that dog was good for something after all.”
I’m not sure whether the kid heard me, or whether he picked up on my intentions from seeing me head for the money, but he suddenly fired up
“Hey, you can’t take that! It’s Pearl’s! The dog man stole it from her!”
I turned and glared at the kid for a moment, before going back to gathering up the cash. Without looking at him, I said “Listen, kid. My sense of morality can only be stretched so much. Be thankful I got you out of there in the first place, instead of just letting you bleed out. And by the way,” I gestured vaguely behind me, “you might want to bandage up that wound.”
The kid was probably angry, but he didn’t say anything more. I turned to the door, all of the money safely within my pockets, and walked out. By the time I reached the end of the alley, the kid ran up behind me, holding a pillowcase.
“Hey,” he said, slightly breathlessly “can you show me how to bandage this properly?” He sounded terrified.
I gave another sigh, and was about to tie the pillowcase around his injury when suddenly there was a huge rumbling roaring sound all around. I quickly looked in all directions, but could see nothing. Then my gaze fell upwards, and my jaw fell open. I had heard of weird stuff happening in Wasusy before, but I don’t think there was any record in history of the sky literally tearing open. This was, to put it lightly, a little much for me to handle at the moment. I had to sit down.