October 31st, Halloween night.
Helheim's Thorn district, Willamina's Bar, 2067.
The bar was clutrered, decently loud. I took off my Stetson and sat down at a table in the back. The same one.
The waiter came up to me to take my order.
"You guys got any good whiskey?" He nodded.
"Get me some of that, spritz some lime in there for me too.."
He walked away as I leaned back calmly, and lit up a cigar. There was a skng playing on the radio, oldie from 1991.
When the sun goes down, on my side of town.
I sat my hat on the table, and sighed as I inhaled slowly. I stared at my reflection through the glass, rubbing my stubbled chin and pulling my hair back as the waiter came back.
"Whiskey and lime for you, sir." He said, sliding me my glass.
I nodded a silent thanks as I took a swig from my glass, laying my cigar on the ashtray.
I crossed on leg over the other, pulling out my holotab and overlooking a photo.
Seraphina... I'm gonna find you, if it's the last thing I do.
I heard a car pull outside, screech to a halt. I don't know why, but my hand hovered over my gun.
I heard the bar door open, but the chatter never ceased.
That's when she appeared.
"Oh God, here we go again.." I said as I rolled my eyes, pinching my nose.
"Sam, what the fuck did you do? Why are people saying you and mom are fucking around?" Victoria sounded worried.
She shouldn't be.
"I didn't do nothin', Vic. You're mom and I are jus.. Havin' a rough patch.." I said taking a swig from my glass.
"Bullshit! She's been looking for you for three days, she's been acting off. You had to have done something!" She said leaning in, that same worried look.
Reminds me of Sera, almost..
"Look, Vickie I'm okay and I'm sure you're Mom's worried too, but I have to go look. Just one last time."
Suddenly her face shifts, her frown becomes more aparrent as her brows furrow.
"Damnit, is all you care about you're sister..? You read that letter, and you joined my family, but you can't even stay..?" Her words spat at me like venom, and it hurt.
"I need closure, honey.. I'm sorry, alright? But I need this, if I'll ever move on."
"Not if I have any say." A slightly sympathetic, but compelling voice spoke up.
"Damnit, Vickie.."
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Grym: The III
ActionIt comes knocking, not knowing. Never feeling. No, not truly feeling anyways. An overwhelming sense of it, maybe. Or so it seems. I appreciate comments and support, as well as criticisms. This is my first real original story and not some fanfiction...
