Say Hello to my Little Friend || Self-para
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of violence, death, fire, bad jokes, burns and burning, biting,
𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: Azim Patel 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Petting Zoo, Equinox Fair
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Azim gets saved by an unlikely pair and an equally unlikely friendship blooms.
Azim had been having a rip roaring good time. Until the Strigoi attacked. Many fair goers mobilized to fight off the Strigoi and protect those who couldn’t fight themselves, but it seemed that Strigoi were having the upper hand. He knew how strong Dhampir were, even Dragons would give a Strigoi a run for their money. Why were they having trouble? No sooner had that thought crossed his mind that Azim was slammed into with such force he was thrown into the petting zoo. The dirt did not make for a soft landing. His groan was met with a pair of loud mocking laughs from a pair of Strigoi. He assumed one of them was the one to hit him.
“Told you I could send him farther than fifteen feet! Pay up!”
That they were so casual, so nonchalant pissed Azim off more than being tackled did. While they were yucking it up at his expense he reached for a coin in his pocket. One he already enchanted with some serious bad luck. “Yeah yeah so hilarious. Who said undead psychopaths didn’t have a sense of humor,” he spoke with sarcasm dripping on every word. With more effort than he cared to admit Azim lifted himself off the ground. Thankfully only having a couple of scrapes. For now.
“A prize for the big man.” Azim said as he tossed the coin at the Strigoi. The bigger one caught it with a confused look. Both of them looked at each other and begun their laughter again.
“I haven’t laughed this hard since Montreal, Chet.” the other, Chet nodded in agreement. “Same, Brett.” His fist clenched. Usually the magic would’ve kicked in by now. Sure luck magic tended to take a little time or it’s effects were too subtle to really notice. However Azim was hoping that Lady Luck would smile on him once more and make this bad luck potent. Nothing happened. Both of the strigoi shrugged and proceeded to stalk towards him. This wasn’t the end. Couldn’t be the end for one Azim Patel.
SNAP. CRASH.
All three of them shot open their eyes as something, or someone let out the most unearthly sound. Az couldn’t help the grin from his face. Luck wouldn’t abandon him. However unlike the explosion of bad luck he was expecting Az watched a chicken flew from the barn towards Chet’s face. The strigoi letting out a surprised sound while the chicken pecked at him. It didn’t last long as he grabbed the bird by it’s feathers and tossed him at Azim. The magician catching the critter before it fell.
“You fucking piece of shit. No one makes a fool of me.” Chet growled. He charged straight him faster than Azim’s eyes could keep up. The chicken let out one little ‘bakaw’ before fire came from it’s beak. Burning Chet alive. While his buddy Brett watched in shock and rage. Once the bird’s fire stopped Az was grabbed by his neck and held against the barn. Wood cracking behind him, some of the splinters being shoved hard against his skin that some penetrated. “Biggest and last mistake you will ever make magician.” Brett knocked the chicken across the petting zoo.
On instinct Az threw a punch at the strigoi’s face, but with a smirk the guy caught his wrist. “I enjoy it when my food willingly bares their skin for me.” Brett opened his mouth that Azim would say was reminiscent of a snake about to strike at it’s food. And he used to love snakes. Yet before the strigoi to could bite his arm another crash came. Even thought Brett made sure the chicken couldn’t help Azim out again the strigoi didn’t bet on their being TWO chickens at this petting zoo. It blasted fire at the strigoi immediately. Catching Azim’s arm in the blast and he howled in pain, kicking himself free he crumpled to the ground as Brett died as his friend did. Chicken fried.
Cool dirt felt wonderful on his burns. Azim almost didn’t want to move. Then again he found himself unable to as two chicken made themselves comfortable on his chest. His vision was coming and going, but he looked up at the two birds anyway. “I’m calling you Bill and you’re Ted. You better work on your cute faces cause we’ll have to convince Desi to let me keep you two.” If he didn’t die here.
Before he passed out from the pain, his vision slowly going dark Azim heard the sounds of howls in the distance and a dark brown wolf hovering over him.