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priscaTitle: Sign of Trouble
Characters: Mister Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Prompt: any / any / first sign of trouble
Words: 479
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Kurdy frowned. „What's this supposed to mean? You don't have a past?“
The little guy beside him shrugged. „Well, I guess I have one, but I can't remember. One morning I did wake up and all my memories were gone.“
„That's kinda strange.“
„A lot in my life is strange. Like the voice in my head who insists that it's God talking with me because I am his messenger.“
Kurdy hit the brakes, and the old jeep came to a halt. Suddenly, he regretted that he had stepped in when he had seen the guy getting knocked around by a group of drunkards in the bar. Obviously, Jeremiah was right when he sometimes called him a softie; he could never turn his eyes away when someone got hassled. „One day, it will bring you serious trouble,“ his friend had warned him. „And I won't be around to help you out of it!“
Kurdy huffed inwardly; maybe the day was today. „So, who are you? A kind of priest,“ he asked cautiously.
„No. I am just...“ The guy shrugged. „One name is as good as the other. Call me Smith. Mister Smith.“
„Okay, Smith. I guess, our paths will sepa....“ A booming detonation made him stop. Shit, this had been close. On the road, only a mile down, near the bridge. Maybe the skinheads were already nearer to the Mountain than Markus knew. Kurdy felt iciness rushing through his body. So many people, good men and women, and children. They were all in danger if he didn't return in time to warn them. With a shaking hand, Kurdy turned the key in the ignition.
„That's not a good idea.“
The voice made him stop; reminded him that he was not alone. „What do you know,“ he asked, his voice sharp, his eyes narrowed.
„Going back now will lead them to the Mountain. Will bring chaos and death over to everyone living there. We will have to wait until the fog comes to hide us.“
This was too much. Kurdy grabbed the collar of the old coat, pulling Smith closer. „You will tell me all now,“ he hissed. „Who are you? Where do you know all this from? You are a spy of the skinheads?“
„Like I said, I am God's messenger. He told me to find you.“ A weak smile turned up on Smith's face when Kurdy deepened his grip. „Go ahead, I am used to it, that people hit the shit of me when I try to help them. But maybe you should think twice first.
Without me, you would have been in the middle of the bridge when the bomb exploded, and you would be dead now, or at least seriously hurt and a captive of the skinheads. No chance to go back to the Mountain in time to warn them.“
Characters: Mister Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Prompt: any / any / first sign of trouble
Words: 479
:::
Kurdy frowned. „What's this supposed to mean? You don't have a past?“
The little guy beside him shrugged. „Well, I guess I have one, but I can't remember. One morning I did wake up and all my memories were gone.“
„That's kinda strange.“
„A lot in my life is strange. Like the voice in my head who insists that it's God talking with me because I am his messenger.“
Kurdy hit the brakes, and the old jeep came to a halt. Suddenly, he regretted that he had stepped in when he had seen the guy getting knocked around by a group of drunkards in the bar. Obviously, Jeremiah was right when he sometimes called him a softie; he could never turn his eyes away when someone got hassled. „One day, it will bring you serious trouble,“ his friend had warned him. „And I won't be around to help you out of it!“
Kurdy huffed inwardly; maybe the day was today. „So, who are you? A kind of priest,“ he asked cautiously.
„No. I am just...“ The guy shrugged. „One name is as good as the other. Call me Smith. Mister Smith.“
„Okay, Smith. I guess, our paths will sepa....“ A booming detonation made him stop. Shit, this had been close. On the road, only a mile down, near the bridge. Maybe the skinheads were already nearer to the Mountain than Markus knew. Kurdy felt iciness rushing through his body. So many people, good men and women, and children. They were all in danger if he didn't return in time to warn them. With a shaking hand, Kurdy turned the key in the ignition.
„That's not a good idea.“
The voice made him stop; reminded him that he was not alone. „What do you know,“ he asked, his voice sharp, his eyes narrowed.
„Going back now will lead them to the Mountain. Will bring chaos and death over to everyone living there. We will have to wait until the fog comes to hide us.“
This was too much. Kurdy grabbed the collar of the old coat, pulling Smith closer. „You will tell me all now,“ he hissed. „Who are you? Where do you know all this from? You are a spy of the skinheads?“
„Like I said, I am God's messenger. He told me to find you.“ A weak smile turned up on Smith's face when Kurdy deepened his grip. „Go ahead, I am used to it, that people hit the shit of me when I try to help them. But maybe you should think twice first.
Without me, you would have been in the middle of the bridge when the bomb exploded, and you would be dead now, or at least seriously hurt and a captive of the skinheads. No chance to go back to the Mountain in time to warn them.“