The Edge of Town
@akonabides
The air smelled odd when Starrk woke up, smell was now one of the first things the man noticed now. And sound, the noises they weren’t familiar, footsteps of someone moving about finally, the brunette opened his eyes, sitting up on an unfamiliar couch. Where was he?
The moon had been full the night before, the sickness had taken him he remembered the throbbing of blood and the howling in his ears, no, in his head, still wrong. No the howling came from his throat originating in the depths of his very own soul as the infection had spread far beyond his body.
Or so it felt.
When the beast blood seized him he only could remember flashes of what had happened after, moments frozen in time. Frightened animals, frightened people, and running always running; roving through the wounds like the animal he had certainly become in those moments. Finally, fully awake Coyote saw him the ‘witch’, the strange man who lived outside of town.
Many believed him to be mad or worse, a shot of pain ran through Starrk’s skull as he remembered, he’d seen this man...last night. He’d run up at him out in the woods fangs born growling, he’d pulled back at the last second, trying to grip the blood lust of the beast and...nothing he remembered nothing after that.
Why hadn’t this man run? Why was he here now? Who did he tell? Too many questions to remain silent as he watched the dark haired man hunched over a table containing who knows what.
“Why...did you bring me here?” A pause. “I tried to kill you.”
