Avalon

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Back To The Shadows

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Every night, I dream you're still here.

The ghost by my side, so perfectly clear.

When I awake, you'll disappear,

Back to the shadows

Nate slowly entered the dark basement level. His ears picked up all the noises, or the lack of them. It was weird that the place was suddenly so eerily quiet. It made suspicion rise. Because it was supposed to be louder a bit. Maybe somebody was there and his gang went to hide. So Nate slipped again into shadows and took a sweep over the floor for good measure.

However it didn't quite happen that way.

He woke up with a start. Immediately pain exploded all over his body. His head felt like somebody took a hammer to his temple and his ribs literally wanted to curl up and poke some holes in his sides. What the fuck?

His mind went white for a while the second he tried to move. Something most definitely was wrong to a level he didn't approve.

But before his body recovered the hell broke loose..

"Hey, asshole, looks like you feeling up for a chat." Roland's voice cut in. Great, Nate almost wanted to facepalm himself. That meant something really was wrong. Great, he thought.

"What, you decided to become a bad guy now? Or did something fell on your head?" He was so close to just let go and show this scumbag how not to play games with a guy that has intense military training existing (or more like existed once on planet Earth).

"You, shithead, don't play with me!" The angry criminal yelled at the young thief who just rolled his eyes and got slapped for that. Well he'd just play along to see what the actual fuck and later will see how to move on.

"Well I'm most definitely not the one doing shit. It's you who suddenly decide to take matters in their hands while someone else is actually trying to stick to the plan and do stuff, unlike somebody else here!" And he snapped. It happens. It's kind of their thing back in the day. Him and Narcho screaming at each other until they loose their voices and fall into each other arms. They occasionally used to beat each other up during heavy fights but it was consented from both sides and how that one usually ended in their time was to stay in shadows.

"Don't play me stupid, boy! I know you've been up to some shit. I saw you mingling!" Roland was screaming at Nate the way he did moment ago. Still nonsense.

"What the fuck Roland? Cut the crap and spit it out." He was tired already. What the...?

*Bang!*

His vision whited out again and stars blossomed behind his eyelids or whatever.

"What the f..?" He gasped and lost the grip of reality once more due to another blow from the hand of the angry man.

More minutes in the whiteness and it was a moment that really made Nate start thinking what bullshit this was.

"You pathetic little piece of shit! How dare you?!" Roland was on the roll and more blows followed. His hand was hard and really heavy. It was clear something had set him up and he was mad like hell. But what it was still pretty much a freaking mystery.

"I have no idea what are you fucking even talking about so please do us all a favor and get the fuck off of me!" Nate yelled back with all his might. For that he felt really proud considering how bad his ears were ringing and head pounding. It was already really bad now it was shitty.