Mercy...Who Needs It?(Discontinued)

Part 12! (12)

Wandering around the vast city was not as nice as just watching it. As Agatha and I strolled through the city, she walked with utter confidence that I had hardly noticed before. It would make anyone think she basically owned the placed. I on the other hand was in a different position.

Pretty much every step I took would have more people watching me. It was like everyone could sense me because all their heads turned as I passed. From what I guessed, all these people were spirits who had died years ago or had their spirits ripped from their bodies. There were many stronger beings who stole energies from people just so they could become more powerful.

I just hoped that, that wouldn't happen to me. Just from what I was told by Agatha, I had something special in my spirit. I hadn't asked for much from anyone before, but this was the one thing I really wanted. I didn't want some creepy, greedy thing taking what wasn't theirs. It was mine and I should be allowed to choose what happens to it!

After several minutes of walking, or me being dragged, the scenery around us began to change. This part of the city was less detailed and elegant to the rest of it. Even a little run-down and dark for me personally. The cold stares that I had recieved from the other side of the city were immediately changed. Instead of undermining looks, I was met by only curious stares. It seemed like the people here from a lower class to the people who I had met when we had just arrived and had the decency not to look down on other people.

"Just to let you know, people are looking at you because you're still alive. They're just confused as to why you're here." Agatha informs me after several minutes of silence. Well I'm glad it wasn't because they hate me. At a time like this, I don't need people being pissy about me being in their 'sacred' land.

I only sighed in response. I suddenly felt extremely tired and only wanted to go back home. I didn't want to deal with this right now. I just let Agatha drag me along with her as we made our way through the narrow streets. I just let my eyes lose focus and surroundings become a blur.

"We're here!" Agatha suddenly exclaims, shaking me from my lack of focus. I end up walking into her back, but she doesn't seem fazed by it at all. Look bitch, I ain't that weak!

I look up to notice that we were standing in front of a quaint little shop. It seemed to be in better shape in comparison to the other building that were around it. Even so, it was made from concrete with a pale yellow colour to. I wasn't sure if it was because that was the colour, or it faded due to it being there for ages. Several cracks and chips in the building made it pretty much seem that way.

"This place was built over three centuries ago. It's even a miracle it's even standing" Agatha says as she opens the door into the shop. A little chime rings as we enter the shop. The smell of herbs and spices hits my nose, as well as something a little acidic. Looking around, there was shelves upon shelves of oak, containing several types of plants that I could barely recognise, doubting any of them even existed in the human world.

The creaking of a door makes me look over to the corner of the shop. A tall man, who seems to be the owner of the shop, stepped into the room. He looks as if he just got up with messy, untamed black hair, spreading out in all directions. A gray turtleneck covers over his torso, with a black wife-beater sticks out from the bottom of it. Black slacks cover his legs with brown Chucks. He could mistake anyone as a human shopkeeper if he were in the human world.

Suddenly, a slight burning pain in my arm causes me to stumble. I steady myself before I end up falling over, but it only adds to my fatigue. "Is he okay?" The shopkeeper asks in alarm, mixed with something I can't put my finger on.

"I haven't a clue, Seffron. He seemed fine a few minutes earlier" Agatha replies in the same tone. I try to keep myself conscious, but it is in vain as I suddenly collapse on the ground, finding it more comfortable than a bed. I quickly let the depths of the darkness consume me.

Just before I passed out I heard a voice that said something along the lines of, "Hurry up and get the vile" but I couldn't make a guess at which of the two asked it. The voice sounded stressed and almost... happy? What the heck is going on?!

There you go, people! Another chappy from thyself. I hope you enjoyed it and remember to vote and comment. I just want to know what you think of the story so far! Bye BIYERCHEZ!!