Death's Favorite
I collapsed to the ground as a demon-summoning guttural sound erupted from me, emptying every single substance from my stomach. I crouched over the gutter, wrenching like an indigested feline.
My chest heaved in and out rhythmically, I couldn't control the trembling of my hands and with every nocturnal sound that pierced the atmosphere, I flinched, throwing my head about like a psych patient.
I huffed out, struggling to lean on my cane so I could stand straight, but not until a wicket pain shot up my disabled limb and sent me crumbling to the ground again. I had ran with it without giving it a second thought and this was the repercussion.
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