West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

turn my world upside down


Posted on October 04, 2022 by Christian Walker
West

If I wasn't so irritated about losing the chance to get knocked unconscious, I probably would have admired the man a little more as he stood so silently while the bigger man slouched out of the alley. There was a wave of something almost predatory about my would-be hero, something that the other man must have picked up on. Just my luck. Find someone who wasn't there to help and it still drove away my fun time. The man was almost lazy in his responses while he watched me slowly rise to my feet. He seemed amused by my attitude toward everything, though who wouldn't be? I know it's not natural for someone to want to get beat half to death, especially as regularly as I all but beg for it. Instead, he only snorted as I asked him why he chased the man off. He disagreed, saying he did nothing of the sort. "Not in action, but your presence was enough, apparently." I said while nodding my head toward the other's retreating figure as evidence A.

The man started to walk toward me and I ignored all the instincts that started to kick in, those telling me to run, hide, etc. Nope, I wasn't a coward, and if he picked up where the other man left off, then so be it. Instead I merely raised a brow in his direction, watching him with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The man went on to explain those same instincts I was feeling but refusing to act on, and I tilted my head a little. "Guess I'm fresh out of those." I said with a light shrug. The man stopped before me and something about the very energy around him seemed to beckon to his true nature. Had to be a vampire, or a very emo werewolf. There was just something dark about him that I could sense, even without seeing the fangs. Of course he would be. That would explain the other man's reaction. The man started to speak again, his words trailing off as he crouched over a little to better look over my appearance. I know I probably looked like a heap of shit, quite frankly. All scratched up, bruised and bloody. It probably made for quite the pretty picture, in all manners of sarcasm.

When the man finished his sentence, mentioning my reaction, I couldn't help but chuckle, once again groaning as I grabbed my ribs. The man before me stepped back then, leaning against the other wall as he folded his arms across his chest. He spoke of me wanting to be dead but how I should have been already and I couldn't help but laugh more, leaning over to clutch my chest with both arms. It wasn't at all an uncommon assessment. If only the coven hadn't put a spell on me so that I couldn't die. Miserable bastards. I'd been trying to find the loophole, sure that there was one. When he asked what I as punishing myself for, I couldn't help the sudden change in expression. A fleeting image of my fiance's face once more clouded my vision and I scowled before looking away quickly, staring down at the concrete as the self loathing crept back up my throat like stomach bile. "Ridding the world of all light." The words were all but whispered and yet that was all the answer he was going to get on that subject. Probably wouldn't understand it for shit, but there it was.