As his foot passed Justine’s slump, Justine reached out a hand, and tugged hard at the leg of his pants, ripping off a piece of cloth from the jagged edges of the garment.
“Stupid bitch”, grunted the man, giving Justine’s jaw a hard kick.
Justine slumped back against the wall with a whimper, clutching the cloth tight within his hands.
When he was sure that the man was gone and out of the cage, Justine closed his eyes in focus and muttered softly three time: “EGO sum validus in somes, mens, quod Phasmatis empowered per phasmatis, EGO sum ut validus ut EGO votum …”
Taking the cloth in hand, he wrapped it around the chains that tied his hands to his feet and pulled. With a grunt of effort, they snapped and fell to pieces around him.
Stumbling to his feet, Justine grabbed at the bars caging a small window that lead to the outside of his cell. Pulling them apart to form a hole big enough for him to slip through, he stuck his head out.
Closing his eyes, a shimmering double of him escaped into the open air from the crown of his head and out into the starless night.
“That I would be.” He looked at the door opening as well. “Most people who live here are normal. The town’s friendly with them, not infested.” He cautioned. A large man stepped out of the door. His scent was wretched. A mix of alcohol, drugs and…Gage glanced at Alistair to see if he had smelled it too.
He looked at the man and then back to Gage. “I promised someone special that I’d look after Justine, and I’ve apparently done a piss-poor job of it so far. At this point, I really don’t care who’s involved. If they’re even just friendly to the hunters, it’s good enough reason for me to rip their throats out.”
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