Nightshift 56: Main Street (Doyleton)
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Like the times before, there was the sensation of motion in her gut, and between one blink and the next, she was standing on the main street of town, only a few metres down from the very spot the boy currently touching her had found her just that day to talk. She didn’t immediately drop her hand, but kept it aloft.
That conversation had happened in the daytime, however. The sun had set on the picturesque town named Doyleton--with the night came its tattered, stained afterimage, infested with spectres she knew were roaming about the dilapidated buildings even if there were none in the near vicinity. The nightly appearance she had come to associate with Landel’s Institute’s underbelly.
She smiled, and the cold air stung her cheeks as her muscles worked. “You’re welcome,” she said at first, before making a sound of amusement. “Did you trust me to get you here all along? My ring could’ve taken you anywhere and you would’ve never known.”
Speaking of… She bent to retrieve the device with her free hand without looking at the boy. Drawing a thumb along the machete’s edge, she split her skin to let her blood flow over the ring, reforming the gem where the old one would be. By the time she stowed it away in her pocket, the wound was almost gone, too shallow a cut to have impeded the sesshouseki’s healing abilities.
Like the times before, there was the sensation of motion in her gut, and between one blink and the next, she was standing on the main street of town, only a few metres down from the very spot the boy currently touching her had found her just that day to talk. She didn’t immediately drop her hand, but kept it aloft.
That conversation had happened in the daytime, however. The sun had set on the picturesque town named Doyleton--with the night came its tattered, stained afterimage, infested with spectres she knew were roaming about the dilapidated buildings even if there were none in the near vicinity. The nightly appearance she had come to associate with Landel’s Institute’s underbelly.
She smiled, and the cold air stung her cheeks as her muscles worked. “You’re welcome,” she said at first, before making a sound of amusement. “Did you trust me to get you here all along? My ring could’ve taken you anywhere and you would’ve never known.”
Speaking of… She bent to retrieve the device with her free hand without looking at the boy. Drawing a thumb along the machete’s edge, she split her skin to let her blood flow over the ring, reforming the gem where the old one would be. By the time she stowed it away in her pocket, the wound was almost gone, too shallow a cut to have impeded the sesshouseki’s healing abilities.