Wolves of Traft

Demons

Pierce opened his eyes slowly. Blinking a couple times, he processed his situation, and slowly got up. He grunted in pain as an old bruise became painful, and at his broken ribs. He looked around and recognized the clinic. He let out a sigh and got up. He had his jeans on, but his upper torso was covered with bandages. He winced again as he wobbled out of the room. He stumbled, and felt like he was going to fall until someone caught him "You should be careful, runt." He looked into a pair unfamiliar grey eyes "What ?" Confused, he corrected himself "Who are you ?" The person chuckled. It was a guy, with grey hairs, and a black beard. The man was a good inch taller than him, but had a chubby, jello belly. Pierce tried to get up, but winced at newfound pains weaving their way into his bones. The man helped him up "Who are you ?" The man chuckled "Call me Al for now, alright ?" Pierce nodded "Your friends are coming back soon, try and act like you never left the medical room, it'll help." Pierce frowned. He hated lying to anyone he cared about, this wasn't any different. And who the hell did this Al guy think he was ? He heard a chuckle "Hell, is correct, my sweet runt." Pierce felt his heart flip "Y-your a demon." Al nodded "Of course I am, now, let's pretend this never happened,alright ?" Pierce shook his head, but Al jabbed him painfully in his ribs "Alright ?" Pierce nodded, collapsing on the floor from the pain. He felt the room spin until it turned dark.