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[forourqueen]

When; January 4th, evening
Rating; R for zombieness
Characters; Asshole rogue (forourqueen) and lady in distress (misterblackbird)
Summary; Gabriel has had enough of the ticking. His solution? Kidnap some company.
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[misterblackbird]

Cain knows that smell of mold and earth and rot and grave better than he perhaps would like. But he cannot quite reason out why he should smell it now nor why it should suddenly have grown so strong. It chokes him a little and he tries not to cough.

But when that sudden and unexpected hand (it must be a hand; surely it wouldn't feel so much like a hand to not be a hand) falls on his shoulder from out of nowhere, from out of the darkness his blindfold leaves him in, he tenses--still pulling against the ropes, he holds still as he can. Even when those fingers dig into his skin, he keeps still without being calm.

But at those raw, gravely words--You're not worth anything to me. You're just keeping me company until you croak. Or until I decide to eat you.--realization begins to dawn across his mind. If he were being held by someone, even a stranger or a newcomer, in the pay of DELILAH, there wouldn't be that kind of a threat. That wasn't their way. Even when he'd been caught before, even when he'd been caught in the City, he had been turned over to his father or his father's followers. Only that mad doctor would dare try something so unexpected, and this was not he.

Strangely, it was now that the real fear began to set in, now that he did not know who had caught him. As little as he knew about his father's occult organisation, they were still something known to him, something almost familiar. He knew more of their workings now, he knew their ranks, he knew their ways. And this was not of them. Now he had reason to fear. Indeed, now he could be facing death.

After a long moment, he dares speak again:

"Who are you?"