Re: Log: Micah & Louis
He didn't so much hear the approach as he did feel it. Someone coming too close, someone invading personal space that shouldn't be there. Someone that wasn't welcomed. There was the sound of his name, a chill darting down his back, and just as Louis reached to touch him, Micah whirled, nearly pivoting on the tip of his cane with the motion. There was panic in his eyes, bright and wild, and he swung with that cane, just once, before he pushed off in the other direction, away from the other man.
A trap. It was all a bloody, stinking trap.
It was hard to move fast, harder yet with the people that gathered, that stopped to stare at the commotion that had just erupted, but Micah pressed on, pressed through the pain in his hip, in the leg that threatened to give out even as he held tight to his cane, white-knuckled and high-strung.