i_likecats When worlds collide [narrative]
This one felt familiar too.
Like the woman who slew vampires- Buffy, or the man who spoke the language of the Agatean Empire- Wash, the newcomer was clearly dead.
At least, she should've been dead. Dead as doornails, if it wasn't for the fact that she still breathed, talked, walked, lived.
The City is strange.
Death started to walk away from the girl who talked to her dog- he was never much of a dog person- when the air shifted.
"Who are you?"
He did not turn. He had learnt from his brief stay in the City that humans did not appreciate his appearance. I AM... SOMEONE WHO YOU MIGHT HAVE MET BEFORE.
"In that cloak? I would've remembered."
Sarcasm, laced with a hint of hysteria. Death was much better at spotting subtleties in speech now.
MOST PEOPLE WOULD RATHER FORGET ME.
There was a shuffling sound as the woman stood up. The dog was being clearly antsy now. Animals always had better intuition than humans.
"Who are you? Where am I? What the hell is going on? Vincent, stop that!"
Death could answer two of those questions, but he only answered one. YOU ARE IN THE CITY. NO ONE IS ABLE TO LEAVE, NOT EVEN I.
"The ci- Vincent!"
Her hand was tangled in the leash, and as the dog streaked past Death, the woman had no choice but to run after it. She looked backwards, but did not catch a glimpse of Death, as he was no longer there.