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wickerpark2018-01-06 12:33 pm
maskofhearts) wrote in wickerpark2018-01-06 12:33 pm
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For Whom the Bell Tolls
He was going to die, Hadyn thought as his foot sank deeper into the snow and he stumbled. Catching himself against a tree, he winced as snow scattered to the ground around him. Looking down he could see the blood that was slowly oozing out of the wound at his side. A knife wound, not particularly deep...but it was enough to slow him down. It was probably what that damn Rook had had in mind when he caught the Spade with the blade. At first Hadyn had pushed it aside, determined to worry about it after he got home, but he didn't even make it half way to the Deck.
His back tire hit the black ice and spun out from under him fast than he'd really had time to react. In truth, he was probably lucky that he had be flung head first into the pavement of the road, and left as road kill. Instead he'd landed roughly in the snow, skidding and tumble across the ground before coming to a stop. His cracked visor hid the wreckage of his bike from his view, but he could make out the flames as they licked up toward the sky. And then everything had faded to black. He was lucky again, he thought, that when he came back around, the Chess Pieces hadn't found him where he was buried in the snow. Or at least, he didn't think they had as he pushed himself up and looked about.
Hell they hadn't found the wreck yet- but he wasn't going to waste time waiting for them. Looking about the area, he wasn't sure it mattered if they chased him down or not- there wasn't a damn thing out there that he could see. So he'd picked a direction, away from the road, and limped his way into the woodland landscape. What had started as small wound, he thought as he looked away from it, was now just as likely to kill him as the fucking cold. As the Chess Pieces if they caught him. Hell, just as likely as Jordan to kill him for being an idiot if he survived all of this to begin with.
"Well," he muttered to himself as he pushed off the tree and swallowed back the pain. "At least Mother will be happy- I'm finally dead, out of her way. Something, fuck....something good out of this." He didn't have to look down to know he was leaving a trail. Looking up though, he saw the faint outline of a cabin ahead, smoke rising out of the chimney. He almost cried, both for the good fortune and the fact that fate was obviously mocking him at that moment. "Well...freezing to death didn't sound that great, Hadyn." He said to himself as he started forward with renewed vigor. In the distance he could here sounds coming from the road, likely the Chess pieces finally giving chase now that dawn was here.
Moving to the Cabin as quickly as he could, Hadyn started running through all the things he could tell this unsuspecting soul- 'sorry, I don't want to die in the cold, but we're both going to probably die' just didn't seem likely to go over well. Not that he was coming up with anything better as he stepped onto the porch and banged on the front door of the cabin. "O-open up," he shouted as he hit the door, "F-fuck, please.....Open up."
His back tire hit the black ice and spun out from under him fast than he'd really had time to react. In truth, he was probably lucky that he had be flung head first into the pavement of the road, and left as road kill. Instead he'd landed roughly in the snow, skidding and tumble across the ground before coming to a stop. His cracked visor hid the wreckage of his bike from his view, but he could make out the flames as they licked up toward the sky. And then everything had faded to black. He was lucky again, he thought, that when he came back around, the Chess Pieces hadn't found him where he was buried in the snow. Or at least, he didn't think they had as he pushed himself up and looked about.
Hell they hadn't found the wreck yet- but he wasn't going to waste time waiting for them. Looking about the area, he wasn't sure it mattered if they chased him down or not- there wasn't a damn thing out there that he could see. So he'd picked a direction, away from the road, and limped his way into the woodland landscape. What had started as small wound, he thought as he looked away from it, was now just as likely to kill him as the fucking cold. As the Chess Pieces if they caught him. Hell, just as likely as Jordan to kill him for being an idiot if he survived all of this to begin with.
"Well," he muttered to himself as he pushed off the tree and swallowed back the pain. "At least Mother will be happy- I'm finally dead, out of her way. Something, fuck....something good out of this." He didn't have to look down to know he was leaving a trail. Looking up though, he saw the faint outline of a cabin ahead, smoke rising out of the chimney. He almost cried, both for the good fortune and the fact that fate was obviously mocking him at that moment. "Well...freezing to death didn't sound that great, Hadyn." He said to himself as he started forward with renewed vigor. In the distance he could here sounds coming from the road, likely the Chess pieces finally giving chase now that dawn was here.
Moving to the Cabin as quickly as he could, Hadyn started running through all the things he could tell this unsuspecting soul- 'sorry, I don't want to die in the cold, but we're both going to probably die' just didn't seem likely to go over well. Not that he was coming up with anything better as he stepped onto the porch and banged on the front door of the cabin. "O-open up," he shouted as he hit the door, "F-fuck, please.....Open up."