- Pronouns
- They/them
It was hard to know how much time had passed. Kóri had slowly crawled down the fire escape of Sebastions building and taken off running as soon as their feet hit the floor. Just in case Ragar had seen or heard them, somehow. In case he was after them. They ran until they were no longer able to. For probably over an hour of getting as far as possible. And a lot closer to their area of town. Unconsciously, they realised, they had been heading to Thorje's. But they couldn't go there anymore. Ever again.
Kóri whimpered and changed directions, finding deserted commercial venues, lightless restaurants and almost empty parks. It was really late. But stopping didn't feel like an option. They could have found a hole to burrow into and slept until morning. But what if they were found? He wanted to gut them. They had understood that much. Pain or no pain, the monstruous man would kill them. To top it off, their mouth still smelled and tasted like his blood. Their hand like Sebastions own. Shit. Kóri sniffled again. In their teary eyed aimless wandering, they caught a familiar scent without being sure who it belonged to and followed it. Anything was better than the blood. When it grew in intensity they remembered. It was Margot and Re. And it led to a building... A closed, of course, bakery. Even if they weren't here it was worth a try. The scent didn't go anywhere else. So they found a window and started knocking with urgency. Every couple of seconds they stopped, listened for Ragar's heavy steps and then continued.
Kóri whimpered and changed directions, finding deserted commercial venues, lightless restaurants and almost empty parks. It was really late. But stopping didn't feel like an option. They could have found a hole to burrow into and slept until morning. But what if they were found? He wanted to gut them. They had understood that much. Pain or no pain, the monstruous man would kill them. To top it off, their mouth still smelled and tasted like his blood. Their hand like Sebastions own. Shit. Kóri sniffled again. In their teary eyed aimless wandering, they caught a familiar scent without being sure who it belonged to and followed it. Anything was better than the blood. When it grew in intensity they remembered. It was Margot and Re. And it led to a building... A closed, of course, bakery. Even if they weren't here it was worth a try. The scent didn't go anywhere else. So they found a window and started knocking with urgency. Every couple of seconds they stopped, listened for Ragar's heavy steps and then continued.