Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 2:19:36 GMT -5
Tiffany sat in the seedy bar, his suit old and dusty, one of the few things he managed to find in the thrift store. He currently was staying in the poor quality motel three blocks away. He could feel the very walls infested with the scent of demons and evil, the movement it made as it crawled through the flooring, and the sounds of infidelity and conspiracy happening in the rooms near him. He could rarely even close his eyes feeling dirty just sleeping in the bed, but as he reminded himself, he had a duty. He had been brought back, saved, to finish what needed to be done, and the best way to accomplish such a task was to walk with the evil. Determine what it’s plotting and kill it from the inside.
It was for that very reason he currently sat at this bar drinking water looking very close to a homeless man seeking shelter from the rain outside. He had heard rumors of this being the Red Hoods part of town, a ‘gangster’ in his mind that needed to be brought in. He had started to recognize his patterns, but still had yet to manage to physically locate him, but if he were truly honest with himself, his mind wasn’t fully there.
He couldn’t stop his eyes from watching the shadows dance and crawl around the bar ready to attack him or from listening into the slime conversation behind him. How did god expect him to clean up such a terrible mess? In the time he was away, it had only gotten worse. He was working from scratch, but he suspected this was his punishment for giving up, for doubting. He could never doubt god’s plans.
His eyes picked up when someone entered. The man seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place the face. Strangely, unlike the other patrons of the bar, this man appeared to not have the evil shadow lingering on his shoulder or attaching itself to his body. No, this man was clean, but one could never be too certain for why would he be in this part of town in the first place if he were clean?
It was for that very reason he currently sat at this bar drinking water looking very close to a homeless man seeking shelter from the rain outside. He had heard rumors of this being the Red Hoods part of town, a ‘gangster’ in his mind that needed to be brought in. He had started to recognize his patterns, but still had yet to manage to physically locate him, but if he were truly honest with himself, his mind wasn’t fully there.
He couldn’t stop his eyes from watching the shadows dance and crawl around the bar ready to attack him or from listening into the slime conversation behind him. How did god expect him to clean up such a terrible mess? In the time he was away, it had only gotten worse. He was working from scratch, but he suspected this was his punishment for giving up, for doubting. He could never doubt god’s plans.
His eyes picked up when someone entered. The man seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place the face. Strangely, unlike the other patrons of the bar, this man appeared to not have the evil shadow lingering on his shoulder or attaching itself to his body. No, this man was clean, but one could never be too certain for why would he be in this part of town in the first place if he were clean?