The Rune 1.6
After much soul-searching, I have decided to write a few short stories, unrelated to the other works, before continuing on with the next of the Shadow Wolf Sagas, just to keep it fresh. As always, this is raw and uncut; enjoy responsibly.
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“Another one?” I asked, visions of the Groaners tearing at my flesh flashing through my head.
Amy with the gun smirked at me. “I wasn’t being serious.”
“This is very, very serious for me, Amy. I have only the vaguest idea of what is going on, and that is the first time that I have seen a Groaner. Try to appreciate why I might not find that funny.”
“Yeah, yeah, I didn’t see you complaining about my manners when I was saving your ass, buddy.”
“Yeah, speaking of that… do your bullets have runes on them?”
Amy with a gun stopped and turned to look at me, eyes narrowed. “Tell me exactly what you saw.”
“When you fired the gun, I saw the bullet go by, I saw a rune on it, I think.”
“Can you draw the rune that you saw?” Amy with a gun asked in a tone that intimated that she thought I was full of shit. As she spoke her free hand produced a small black notebook. It instantly struck me as odd when I first looked at it, but I could not place why.
“Shouldn’t we be moving away from the Groaners?”
“Yup, it is a good reason to do as I asked right quick. Draw it.”
I grabbed the notebook. It felt oddly heavy. I scribbled the rune”DEATH” in it and handed it back to Amy with the gun. She looked at it, then looked at me. It was a guarded look, one that lasted a little too long.
“Come on, we need to get going.”
I was so relieved to get moving again that I forgot that look.
