My View From the Window ~ Chapter Seven

My vision shifted frantically from the shadow before me to the bleeding carcass at my feet, and I

immediately shifted myself backwards several steps, ducking behind the protection of Damien. The alley around

me had grown significantly silent with the exception of my heaving breaths and pounding heartbeat, and my hands

had turned sweaty against my chest.

Vincent spoke first. “...............And you would be.....?”

The figure stepped forward another foot or so, casually tapping a long nightstick in his hand against his

left hip. “.....It ain’t none ’a your business, bastard. Just step aside and hand over Allie....unless you’d like others

to join your little friend here....” He pointed indifferently down towards the gory corpse resting on the snow beside

me.

Vincent paused for a second, staring towards the form with unusual nonchalance, then lifted one eyebrow.

“......Reno of the Turks....” he whispered quietly, straightening up and staring out towards them. “....I thought you

died along with ShinRa....”

“....Oh yeah?? Well, I don’t think it’s any of your damn business, you understand me??” The shadow

finally stepped out into the light, and I could faintly perceive a rather young man with long red hair held behind

the nape of his neck in a crude ponytail dressed in a navy blue suit with the jacket wide open. “I ain’t gonna take

any of your crap, got it?? All I want is the girl. What happens to the rest ’a you is somethin’ that you decide for

yourselves.”

“....Hmph...” Vincent said softly, not removing his eyes from the figure before him. “So you survived....

what twisted plan have you conjured up now....?”

“...............Vincent..........” I choked hoarsely, shakily grabbing hold of his sleeve. “.....What’s going

on....”

“.....Huh, I thought I recognized you.” Reno sneered, lifting up his nightstick and resting it against his

shoulder. “You’re that ex-Turk bastard that helped defeat Sephiroth and overthrow President ShinRa....it’s

Valentine, isn’t it? I’d know you from anywhere.”

“......I suppose we had the pleasure of being acquainted several times...” Vincent replied, shifting his

position slightly so he stood before me. “....However, they never exactly were in the best of circumstances...”

“...Yeah, we were usually tryin’ to kill you, right?” Reno emitted a bone-chilling laugh that ricocheted off

the dense silence around me, and then he slowly directed his vision back onto Vincent. “.....Well, I’m glad we got

this chance to be reacquainted.......but now, you’d better move your goth ass aside before I decide to blast your head

off. I’ve been searchin’ all week for this damn bitch, and the rest of the Turks have dispatched over the rest of the

city in order to find her. I know she’s here, I’m not leaving until I’ve done what I’ve come to do....” I felt a lump

settle in my throat as he loudly cocked the gun in his hands.

“..................I see.” Vincent casually continued to gaze over towards the man in the entranceway, then

cast a slow glance over his shoulder back at me. “...I’m afraid the girl does not seem to be too fond of your

company....”

“....Well, ain’t that a goddam shame....?” Reno gradually aimed his gun straight towards Vincent’s face

and smirked. “And I thought I wasn’t going to be the only one leavin’ this alley with my head still connected to

my shoulders...”

In a split second Vincent shoved open his unfastened coat and seized the revolver resting in the holster on

his hip, then thrust his arm forward and released a bombardment of gunshots, snapping angrily into fiery embers

as they came in contact with the brick walls situated on either side of his target. Reno emitted a disgusted cry,

shielding his face with his arms as the relentless fire continued to spark around him, and all at once he dove to the

side and ducked protectively behind a row of garbage cans lined against the left wall.

“Get down!!” Vincent gave me a rough shove, sending me collapsing viciously on to my left side, as

Reno’s upper torso appeared above the string of trash containers and began to return the fire. Vincent lunged

towards me, ducking beneath the ravaging fusillade, and seized me beneath the arm, dashing towards the back of

the recess and dodging behind the large dumpster positioned against the back wall. I covered my ears with my

hands as return fire snapped maliciously on either side of me, then slowly shifted my gaze over towards Vincent,

leaning his back protectively against the receptacle. I could hear the tortured screams of several other companions

of mine and faintly I could see numerous trails of blood beginning to snake across the snow around the dumpster.

“.....V....Vincent!!” I was silenced as another scream escaped my lips, and immediately Vincent whirled

about and released a string of ammunition over the top of the dumpster before crouching back down again. I could

feel the receptacle behind me shaking violently with every bullet that struck its surface, and the tumultuous

metallic slamming noises that sounded from every contact numbed my ears. “....Vincent, please stop--!!”

“I said stay low!!” he snapped angrily, shoving me furiously down onto my stomach before resting his

back against the dumpster once again. “You have a deathwish or something?!”

I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut as a series of bullets flew over my head and pelted the

brick wall before me, causing a torrent of flickering blazes to flutter down in front of my eyes. My left hand slid

against something--it felt like a trail of slinking blood--and the agonizing screeches of innumerable other

adolescents before the dumpster blurred namelessly into the pounding of ammunition against metal. “....Stop!!

Stop, please!!!” I begged deplorably, covering my head with my arms. “You’ll kill them!!! You’ll kill them all!!!

Oh God, please stop this--!!”

Vincent spun around once again, aiming speedily with his gun and unchaining a succession of bullets.

All of a sudden there was a loud, metallic recoiling noise, and all at once Vincent fell back behind the protection of

the receptacle. “Damn!!” he hissed angrily, glaring down towards his bronze left arm and running his fingers

over a large dent a stray bullet had made at collision. “The bastard’s aim is significantly better than it used to

be...” he huffed quietly, mostly directed towards himself, before he snapped his gaze forward once again. “That

means nothing profitable can come from a pointless exchange like this....” His eyes slowly fell to my shivering,

sobbing form against the snow, and he gradually leaned forward, away from the dumpster behind him, and placed

a gentle hand against my shoulder. “.........Please stop crying....You’ll be all right, do you understand me?...”

I didn’t budge for a second, not removing my body from the cold asphalt beneath me, then exhaled a

quivering, hoarse breath. “........You killed them....You shot them all.....They’re all dead...!! You killed them--!!!”

Vincent did not move for several moments, then slowly withdrew from me and lifted his gun next to his

face once again. “..................I want you to leave.........” he told me after an extended pause. “............Allie, did

you hear me? I want you to get out of here, right now. No questions asked. I’ll cover you. You find a way to get

the hell out of this alleyway.”

I slowly lifted my face from the ground, spilling damp locks of blond hair across my face.

“....Wh....what...?”

“....I don’t know for what foul purpose Reno wants you and would rather not find out...” he began,

cocking his gun and holding it alongside his complexion, “.....but whatever the incentive might be, I’ll die before

he succeeds. Somehow you need to find a way to escape while I hold his attention.”

“.........I.....I can’t--” I was cut off by a startled scream as a dark silhouette spontaneously leapt over the top

of the dumpster and landed clumsily beside me on its knees, panting furiously and wiping away a string of blood

that was seeping from its forehead. Immediately Vincent whirled about to face the shadow and aimed his weapon

straight towards its face, but the figure simply huffed for several more seconds before he nastily snapped,

“...You...you try and hit me with one goddam bullet and I’ll tear out your spine and floss with it, yous got that?!!”

I gaped at the panting form for several more seconds, then drew in a relieved gasp and shifted up closer to

him. “..........D.......Damien..!!! You’re alive--!!”

“....Yeah, surprisingly enough...” he wheezed weakly, slumping tiredly back against the dumpster as it

continued to quake with every round of ammunition that struck its surface and placing a hand against his

blood-stained tunic. “....A...a lot of the guys managed to get their asses outta there before they got hit....and I got

to Mimi in time before she got hurt again...”

“........‘A.......again’?!” I gasped in horror, lifting my hands to my mouth. “....N....no....you can’t

mean....!!”

He slowly nodded, shoving aside a long strand of auburn hair that had fallen loose from his braid.

“....It’s...it’s not as bad as it could have been, but.....she was hit straight through the left hand. It...it was bleedin’ a

lot, and she kept screamin’.....but Hiro managed to stay with her, and he’ll help her, I know he will...”

A loud clicking noise came from the other side of the dumpster, like a gun being reloaded, and all at once

I emitted a terrified scream as a number of bullets struck the side of the receptacle, exploding into a series of

glowing flares and falling to phosphorescent cinders against the snow. “........You do realize this is not going to

end...” Vincent told us quietly, extending his arm over the top of the dumpster and firing several blind shots into

the air. “Reno has improved a great deal since last time I encountered him. We must get Eliza out of here, don’t

you agree........Damien, was it...?”

“.....Ugh....” Damien cringed as the dumpster quavered violently behind him. “...He ain’t after Eliza...he

wants some chick named Allie.....And who the hell are you, anyway??”

“......................Just a nameless stranger........” Vincent directed his vision over towards me as I sat

quivering beside him, then slowly gazed over towards Damien once again. “...Whether Eliza is Reno’s goal or not,

I do believe this is not the ideal spot for a lady...”

“....Yeah, well......” Damien wiped the blood from his face again. “And what are you expectin’ us ta do,

exactly? The second she steps out from behind this damn trash heap she’s shot through five times over!”

“................Can you lift her, Damien...?”

“.....Yeah, why?”

“.....I’m going to stand up and fire at him, all right?” Vincent cast a glance over his shoulder. “As soon as

he’s distracted, I want you to help Eliza up and get her over the back wall.”

“What?? Are you outta your mind?? She’ll be massacred, you moron--!!”

“....Not as long as I’m still alive.” Vincent shifted up to his knees and turned to face the dumpster.

“.....Do you understand what you are supposed to do? One mistake and it’s all over...”

“......If this damn plan doesn’t work, I swear to God I’ll--”

“...Trust me.” Vincent cast a glance over his shoulder back at us. “Are you ready?”

“...Vincent, no!!” I protested tearfully, struggling against Damien as he took hold of my arm. “As...as

soon as you stand up, he’ll kill you...! You won’t stand a chance!!”

“........Wait for my signal...” Vincent continued indifferently, lifting his gun to his face.

“Vincent, no--!!!!” I shrieked, extending a hand back towards him as Damien pulled me back against

him. “No, Vincent, don’t do this--!! Vincent, stop---!!!”

“Now!!” All at once Vincent leapt straight to his feet, thrusting is arm forward and firing numerous

rounds of ammunition out into the alleyway. There was the loud sound of bullets rebounding viciously off the

brick walls and garbage cans, and all of a sudden I felt Damien seize my waist and lift me swiftly off the ground,

up towards the brick barrier in front of me. I heard Reno emit a startled gasp, and then came the whistling noise of

bullet streaming through the air about me. I grabbed hold of the wall before me, pulling away from Damien’s

grasp and leaping swiftly down to the ground on the other side. I slumped full-force onto my stomach and elbows,

feeling an excruciating burn tear through the wound on my right knee, then slowly shifted up into a groggy sitting

position. Bullets still pounded mercilessly against the opposite side of the brick wall beside me, and I could feel

this trails of blood beginning to seep from several scratches on my cheeks and arms that had been formed by

skimming ammunition and that many locks of my blond hair had been singed.

I gaped silently at the wall before me, as if I could see visions through the deafening barrage hammering

against the brick, then slowly shifted to my feet and struggled to remain on balance as an attack of intense

queasiness surged and swam within my skull. Swaying and on the verge of vomiting, I managed to squeeze my

shut and make a mad dash deeper into the alleyway.

*****

“........Uuuuughhh...” I covered my mouth and leaned my back against the cold hurricane fence behind

me, attempting to disregard the noticeable quivering that had begun to sweep throughout my body. “......so

sick...gonna faint...!” I clasped my arms against me, then slowly directed my vision to the dark alley around me. I

had managed to flee another six or so blocks away by way of the series of back alleyways, and I had spend the past

miserable twenty minutes shivering against the icy fence. “....it’s...so cold....” I stuttered quietly, closing my eyes

and bracing myself against the howling gale that ripped through my clothing. “...gotta...gotta keep moving...or

I’ll...or I’ll.....”

“.......Heheh....are you all by yourself, pretty lady....?”

Immediately my vision snapped up towards the darkness before me, and after several seconds of sickening

hesitation I watched a shadow slowly step into the light. He was tall and young, with long black hair, dark eyes,

and a nauseating air of evil about him. I felt a internal jolt and pressed myself noisily back against the fence as I

recognized the revolting similarity of the navy suit he wore to that of Reno’s. There was a bulge at his left hip

beneath his jacket, and instantly I identified the shape of a hidden gun holster at his side.

“.....Nnnnnn...” I gaped blankly up at his face, then leapt to my feet and kept my back flattened against the

fence. “....Y...you....you’re one of them....”

The man’s amused expression remained unchanged. “....I presume you’ve encountered one of my

associates, then...?”

“.....Ughh...” My hands had begun to quiver against the wire barrier behind me, and I could hear how it

had begun to rattle in my faltering grasp. “.....What.....what do you want...? Why are you following me...?..”

“Hmph.” The man smirked, then took several steps in towards me, causing me to draw in a startled

breath and back up against the fence. “....I simply thought it would be horribly unethical of me to leave a poor

homeless girl like yourself shivering out in ghastly weather such as this.”

I forced myself to swallow, refusing to remove my eyes from his face. “.....I....I want you all to go

away...all of you.....I....I don’t know what you could possibly want from me, but....but...”

I stopped as the man drew up before me, reached forward, and gently lifted my chin with his hand in

order to get a better look at my face. “................You do look just like her, don’t you...?” he sneered. “...No

wonder that bastard has such an interest in you...”

“...........I......” I could feel how loud the thudding within my chest had become, and I forced myself to pull

away from him. “..........I don’t know what you’re talking about...!”

“................Such spirit.” His eyes followed my quivering form against the fence as it emitted another rusty

creak at the force of my weight. “....And such a pretty thing as well. It’s such a shame that an attractive young

lady like yourself must be involved in a such a deranged plot...”

“....Sh...shut up!!” I snapped angrily, ignoring how my voice cracked pathetically from fear. “You...you

just keep babbling on and on about nothing!! What the hell do you want from me?!”

“..................It doesn’t matter...” He casually reached into his jacket and removed the firearm from his

hip, causing me to choke on my escaping gasp and cling pathetically to the fence on either side of me. “....I most

certainly hope you forgive me...” he told me softly, gradually extending his arm and aiming his revolver straight at

my face. “....Think of it this way, my dear....you are doing the great honor of granting me a ravishing new trophy

for my wall...”

I let out a terrified scream and fell to my knees as a loud gunshot rang out, followed by a anguished shout

from the man before me. There was the sound of something metallic falling to the asphalt before me, and all of a

sudden I heard the noise of a form rushing towards me, seizing me around the waist, and dashing back into the

depths of the alleyway. Behind me I could faintly hear the sound of the man emitting a series of afflicted groans as

he collapsed to his knees growing distant as the shadow that held me continued to flee.

The following minutes were smeared together into a jumbled mural of disarrayed images, blurs, and

sounds, and eventually I could feel the figure beside me gradually begin to slow, leap over a barrier before him, and

land tiredly on his knees, panting.

Somehow during the rush I had shifted myself beside the figure and clung firmly to his shirt, burying my

face into his chest and sobbing quietly. “.........D.....Damien....” I lamented softly, concealing my tear-soaked face

into his shirt and listening to the beat of his racing heart and the movement of his chest with every heaving breath.

“.....Damien.....I was so afraid.......I.....I think....I saw my life....flash before my eyes...!!”

I could hear the shadow’s panting gasps above my head, and slowly I could feel his arm wrapping

protectively around my back. “.........You’re....you’re all right now.......I’m here with you.....”

...That voice...! My eyes slowly fluttered open, and I forced myself to shift away from the form and gaze

up at his face. “....V....Vincent....!!!” I gasped in surprise, jerking up into a startled kneeling position. “....It....it’s

you...!!”

He didn’t reply for a second, unable to speak through his gasping breaths, and then for the first time I

watched a smile slowly seep up onto his sweaty face. “......You...you had me scared there for a second...Allie...”

I gaped up at him for a second, then threw my arms around his neck in a terrified hug. “....You came for

me...!! And you didn’t die...!!”

He wiped away the perspiration dripping down his forehead. “.....I wasn’t Reno’s target....so...so as soon

as you fled, he chased after you.....and now Tseng’s searching for you as well...looks like he wasn’t lying when he

said they had the entire damn Turk squad coming for you...”

“.....D...Damien?!” I suddenly exclaimed. “Damien....is he all right...?”

“.........He’s fine....” Vincent reached forward and gently wiped away my tears with the heel of his palm.

“You don’t need to worry....about him....”

I slowly glanced down towards the ground beneath me. “.......Yeah.....he’s always been all right without

me, hasn’t he....?” I cast a glance over my shoulder, and slowly I felt a deadened realization settle over me like a

tortuous mist. My vision snapped angrily over towards his face. “....but...but the rest....they’re dead....You killed

them all...! They all got caught in the crossfire--!!”

“No, no, many escaped. Only a few lost their lives...”

“....It doesn’t matter...!” I climbed to my feet and turned my back to him. “You....you felt no guilt at

simply pulling out your damn gun and firing mercilessly into a group of homeless teenagers that stood in the way

of your target...!! And...and during the fight, you wounded an innocent girl and killed who knows how many

others...!! Don’t you care at all??! Don’t you feel anything?!”

He remained silent, like a shadow against the wall.

“....No....no, you don’t care, do you?!” I lifted my hands to my face as more tears welled up in my eyes.

“How could you care?! You just shot dead a whole group of blameless kids without even flinching, and now you

make everything seem ok by saying that ‘only a few lost their lives’.....How could I even assume for a minute that

you give a damn about anything?! You don’t care....not in the least...!! The only one you worry about is

yourself--!”

A deathly silence ensued, and then I heard the sound of him shifting to his feet behind me. “..................Is

that what you think....?” he asked me quietly, and I could hear the crunching of snow beneath him as he slowly

began to approach my back. “..............That’s what you’ve been thinking the whole time...?”

I could feel my heart begin to flutter, and I could sense his presence standing only a foot or two behind

me. “..............That’s the impression you’ve received from me...?” he continued, and I could feel his eyes staring

straight through me. “...That I have no emotion...? That I feel nothing but self-absorption....? Is that truly the way

I appear to you...?”

My breaths had suddenly become noticeably ragged, and I kneaded my sweaty hands nervously against my

jeans. “......What sort of emotion would you expect me to show...?” his dark voice questioned me from only inches

behind my back. “...The kind of emotion you see in yourself....or one you’ve never felt before...?”

“.......I....” I froze in place, staring anxiously down at my feet and deafened by my racing heartbeat. “.....I

didn’t mean....anything like...”

I was cut off as a clamorous gunshot exploded from somewhere in the darkness, rebounding brightly off of

the brick wall to my right. I let out a terrified scream and whirled towards the noise, and immediately I noticed the

form of Reno sprinting madly out of the shadows towards me.

“.......Found ya, sweetheart!!” he laughed triumphantly, seizing the nightstick at his side. “How long did

ya think it would take me to track you down??”

“Get out of the way!!” Vincent’s brutal shove propelled me to the ground, and I heard the noise of Reno’s

weapon shrieking through the air above me. “How did you find us, damn it?!” he snapped angrily, planting his

feet and glaring over at his opponent.

Reno smirked. “....Tseng radioed me and gave me the exact coordinates of your position. He’s gonna kill

ya when he finds ya, y’know. You really pissed him off wi’ that wound you gave ’im in his shoulder.”

“..........He was lucky I let him live...” Vincent’s eyes remained locked on Reno’s foreboding form. “...Do

you wish for a similar turnout...?”

“Hey, I ain’t takin’ none ’a your crap!” Reno retorted, holding his nightstick protectively out in front of

him. “I don’t wanna deal wi’ you....just give me the girl and I’ll leave like nothin’ happened.”

“..............Vincent..........” I choked quietly, drawing up close to him. “......Please don’t....”

“...She’s not going with you,” Vincent replied sternly, taking a step forward. “The ShinRa has always

been composed of a clump of aberrant bastards.....I will not allow this girl to have anything to do with them as long

as I breathe.”

“.........Suit yourself...” Reno sneered, directing his eyes back towards Vincent’s face. “...but remember,

you was the one that suggested it....heheh....”

All at once Vincent shoved me aside and rushed forward, leaping into the air and throwing out an forceful

kick, which Reno dodged with a simple duck and whirled about with a lash of his weapon. Vincent bent over

backwards, landing on the palms of his hands and flipping back to his feet, then hurled a menacing punch out

towards his opponent’s face. Reno smirked again, falling to his knees and sweeping a effectual low kick directly

into Vincent’s ankles, tearing his feet out from beneath him. Vincent plunged to his side and rolled over his right

hip, eventually springing back onto his knees and thrusting his hand into his jacket towards his holster.

Reno emitted an amused snort and swiped his nightstick in a wide arc before him, and with the loud clang

of something colliding with metal I watched Vincent’s revolver get knocked from his grasp and land delicately in

Reno’s free hand. There was a nauseating pause that turned the air thick around me, and slowly I observed Reno’s

face slowly twist into a triumphant grimace. “........................Distracted, Valentine...?” he taunted, spinning the

gun carelessly about his pointer finger. “.........It looks like you’ve got somethin’ else on your mind....heheh.....”

Vincent stood panting for several seconds, then slowly fell to his knees onto the snow. There was a

powerful twinge of fear within my chest, and I withdrew several gradual feet backwards as Reno contemptuously

began to circle Vincent with slow, mocking steps. “.......Whatcha got on your mind, Valentine...?” he scoffed,

lifting his nightstick to his shoulder. “...You never let me beat you before.....what, now that’s the best fight you’re

gonna give me....? And to give up so easily! You must not be completely focused on what you’re doin’, my friend.”

Reno seemed to be awaiting a response, and then after several moments of dense silence appeared to be annoyed at

Vincent’s lack of reaction. “...........What’s ’a matter, Valentine, you think that bitch’s actually Lucrecia?!”

My body spontaneously jolted into a rigid halt, but I could see my heart pounding beneath my sweaty

shirt.

“....Yeah, that’s it, isn’t it?!” Reno emitted a chilling, jeering laugh and glared down at his rival’s heaving

form at his feet. “You used ta be rather fond of that whore, didn’t you?? Practically obsessed, if I recall

correctly....haha, has this new little slut made your head all fuzzy?! C’mon, Valentine, don’t tell me you’ve gone

soft!! One little hooker who looks like your old infatuation steps into the picture and all of a sudden your

concentration is totally demolished?!”

Vincent remained silent with the exception of his violent pants.

“Hahaha!! You’ve gotten weak, my dear sir!!” Reno stopped his revolving Vincent’s huffing body several

inches behind his back, glaring tauntingly down at him with one eyebrow raised. “....Unfortunate. Heheh....Well,

this is your lucky day, my dear sir, because I haven’t the time or the patience to deal with you now.” All of a

sudden he swung his nightstick in a swift semicircle through the air before him, and with the deafening,

blood-curdling sound noise of something cracking mercilessly against bone, Vincent collapsed lifelessly to his

stomach onto the snow. Several trails of blood began to trickle across the pale dirt from the back of his neck.

“...Heheheh...” Reno sneered down at Vincent’s motionless frame against the snow, then pulled a

handkerchief out from his pocket and indifferently wiped away the crimson splotches staining his nightstick.

“...Actually, my dear Mr. Valentine, I’m rather disappointed at your sudden--”

He was silenced as a tumultuous metallic clang echoed ruthlessly in the empty alleyway around him, and

suddenly he tumbled sluggishly onto his hip beside Vincent. Panting, I drew backwards and stared blankly down

at his inanimate body at my feet, dropping the garbage can lid in my hand to the ground. “....Wh...whoa...” I

gawked vacantly at the fresh scarlet seeping onto the frost and shining conspicuously against the dull silver of the

bucket’s cover. “....I...I guess I hit him harder than I thought...”

The following silence closed in around me like a suffocating epidemic.

I continued staring disconcertedly at the two unconscious forms at my feet, then slowly lifted my vision

towards the entranceway of the alley. “.......I’ve got to get away...” I told myself softly, turning on my heel and

trudging swiftly out towards the light. “...I...I have to get home....I have to escape everything.....I just want it all to

end...!”

I had just about reached the opening leading out into the street when my eyes slowly crept down onto my

left wrist.

I came to a gradual halt, then lifted my hand to my face. I could see it--a disgustingly conspicuous scar

raked straight across my skin, that had turned a revolting copper color from the first signs of recovering. I gently

ran my fingers over it, then after a pause I cast a glance back over my shoulder into the darkness of the alley. I

hesitated, then turned back around and took another step out towards the street, then finally paused, exhaled a

breathless sigh, and wandered back the way I had come.

Slowly Vincent’s stationary body came into view, still sprawled out on its stomach across the crimson

frost, and I gradually approached it with jaded steps, eyeing the form of Reno with apprehensive glances, kneeled

down, slipped my hands beneath his armpits, and sluggishly began to drag him deeper into the alleyway. I was

forced to pause after every step, almost overcome by his intense weight dropped on my weary muscles, and the

progress I was making was hardly noticeable.

A soft scuffling noise came from above my head, and as I slowly glanced up I noticed a shadowy figure

crouched atop the brick wall beside me. I stared up towards it for a second, then slowly let out a fatigued breath.

“.........Damien...” I whispered despondently. “....Please.....I need your help.....”

~ End of Chapter Seven ~

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