2nd of Fall, 504 AV Zeltiva's Ancient Quarter Early Morning “You murdered Zachary Cole?!” The young wizards voice filled his family study to the rafters. Azrayel hurriedly pressed a finger to his lips, hissing through his teeth. “Ye Gods, Alastair. How about you put up fliers too, huh?” A grin in response. He grabbed Azrayel’s by the chin, yanking his face around to get a better look at the dark blotches on his face. His lips twisted into a thin smirk. “Wow, those must hurt, huh?”, he said. Azrayel swatted his hand away. “No, they feel fantastic.”, he said dryly as his voice grew hoarse. “Seriously mate, I’m freaking out here.” “Alright,” Alastair began, pressing the tips of his fingers together in front of him. “Slow it down this time. From the beginning.” “Well, I had been out in the Sailor’s Quarter. Helping dad peddle to foreigners, you know. I slipped away as soon he got distracted.” Azrayel braced himself against his knees. With each word he spoke he could feel the cut on his lip threatening to rip open again. His chest felt heavy. “Honestly, it’s mostly all a blur now.” His voice softened, and waivered as he searched for the words. “I’d been running most of the day. That run I showed you last week, y’know?” “Over near Marcel’s, right?” Azrayel nodded. “Yeah. That’s the one.” “So then what?” “Well, it was getting dark, so I was headed home. I wanted to avoid those punks who hang around The Equinox, so I was hugging the waterfront.” As the memories came back, Azrayel’s words grew strained as they were forced through clenched teeth.“l Was through the Sailor’s Quarter when I bumped into them, harassing some younger kids. Something about throwing rocks at houses or something.” His hands reflexively balled into fists on his lap. “It was three versus two. They couldn’t have been any older than six, maybe seven. Skinnier than you or me.” He fell silent for a moment. “I tried to make them stop. First we argued, then they were hitting me...then they had ahold of me and…” “And then, your tussle at the docks. Yeah, I think I understand.” He paused, then let out a whistle.“Really went and petched everything up now, didn’t you?” “That’s not funny!” Azrayel stood and began to pace around the walls of books. His throat felt endlessly dry. He wanted to collapse; he wanted to simply flee until Zachary Cole’s bloodied face no longered glared at him every time he closed his eyes. Until he could no longer remember the feeling of satisfaction that came when he first hit him with the bottle. Or the heat in his veins as he had struck a second and third time. “Wasn’t trying to be funny.” Alastair sighed.“I don’t know what you expect me to say. I’m studying to be a Wizard, not a lawyer.” “Say anything! Or… Nothing. I don’t know!” He buried his hands in his face, letting out a sob. As he rubbed indignantly at the tears, he could see through the blurry smudge of his peripheral vision that Alastair had stood up and was approaching him. He turned his head, hiding away behind his arms. A moment later, Azrayel felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up, still rubbing the wetness away from his face. “Alright now. Enough of that.” Alastair sighed wistfully, his demeanor unusually soft.“Pull yourself together, mate.” “What should I do?” His voice was coarse, like his throat was clamping down at the words as they came out.“What do I tell my parents?” Alastair began to pace the room now, casually plucking a book from one of the shelves and idly shuffling through pages.“I guess a good place to start would be verifying the murder actually took place.” “How do you mean?” “Well, you just hit him a couple times with a bottle, right?” He removed a layer of dust from the tomes cover with a short blow, before rubbing the rest away with his sleeve, deftly sliding it back onto the shelf. “Erm,” Azrayel cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “It was actually three. It broke the third time.” Alastair gave Azrayel a glance, an eyebrow cocked. “That right? Well even so, depending on the type of bottle, they really aren’t that hard to break anyways. You say you saw blood, but you didn’t really get a good look at the guy, right?” Azrayel nodded, “It was pretty dark, but I definitely had blood on me. I had to throw out the shirt I was wearing.” “Well, I think you just cut him. Maybe gave him a mild concussion at worse. At any rate I certainly wouldn’t trust the diagnosis of his two pet morons.” “So…what?” Azrayel furrowed his eyebrows. “Should I go look in the graveyard?” Alastair groaned. “Azrayel, think. All this happened, what, ten bells ago, if that?” Azrayel nodded slowly. “So...I guess we should check The Infirmary?” “Not a bad place to start,” Alastair said. “Although the Cole house might be worth checking out too.” “Wait, what?” Azrayel shook his head. “ You think we should break into the house of a Guardsmen? Specifically, the Guardsmen whose son I might have just killed?” Alastair moved past Azrayel toward the door. “No. But I think you should. As fun as all this sounds, my tutor is gonna be here in a few chimes.” He opened the door to the study, locking eyes with Azrayel.“Don’t look at me like that. I wanna help you out, really, I do.” He gave Azrayel a dismissive pat on the shoulder. “But you know how my father gets when I start slacking in my studies.” He escorted Azrayel into the main hall, and up to the front door, opening it for him. Azrayel winced as the sun slammed him in the face. It seemed such a foreign entity, sunlight. He had almost forgotten that he hadn’t slept last night. He paused a moment at the door frame, then turned to Alastair. “What if… I did do it?” Alastair’s face was invisible as he spoke from behind the shadow of the large oaken door. “Edmund Cole is known for being one of the most brutal of the Wave Guard. You’d probably vanish mysteriously before ever getting a trial.” Azrayel nodded somberly. “Guess I’d have to leave town then.” “Guess so.” He headed down the steps from Alastair’s home, but stopped as he heard his friend's voice calling out to him. “Don’t go doing anything stupid now, Azrayel.” Azrayel let out the most convincing laugh he could muster, giving Alastair a wave. “I’m gonna be fine, really.” No response. He still couldn’t see Alastair’s face, only the silhouette he cast in the doorway. “Take care of yourself, mate.” Before Azrayel could reply, he shut the door. |