The blare and flare of light splashed across cold and pale faces that shuffled by the mouth of the alleyway, collars turned up and hats pulled low against the rain and cold that had suddenly set in. If they cared to look, perhaps the glint of dark blood, lit with moonlight, cooling in wet hand prints along the alley walls would have drew someone in. Someone brave in the face of danger.
Behind the grimy dustbins, Sterling cradled his head in his hands and tried to remember how breathing worked. Somewhere, in this big, dark city, a man, or woman or child made a fresh new corpse whose blood still smelt so good on his fingertips, but without Nino it meant nothing. He hadn't savoured a thing. Could hardly recall it; the chase and pounce (metaphorically speaking, you couldn't expect him to run in this suit!) that once excited him now registered dimly through the cotton wool balled up in his brain.
Absentmindedly, Sterling sucked two fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling across the blood that still clung to them, and wondered where Nino (Nadia? Natalie? Nuka?) was. What mischief had her charm, and bright eyes and towering wit dragged in her direction, and, more importantly, did this shoddy city have anyone in it to replace her.
Last Edit: Sept 21, 2010 18:58:32 GMT -5 by Sterling