[ Skathheim Territories - outer Hall ]
All the freaks were huddled in a miserable pile near the eastern wall, clinging to one another like sheep before slaughter.
No one spoke. No one dared. A clown's hat trembled on his knees. Someone's prosthetic leg squeaked softly every few seconds.
Kieran stood apart. So did Velor.
A few feet of space stretched between the two of them as well.But it may as well have been a canyon. Neither looked at the other. Not after what had happened earlier.
The fists,the blood,the screaming and blame games.
Kieran stared ahead. Chest rising. Falling. He was trying to appear calm.
Clearly 'trying' but failing most of it!!!
There was a storm brewing somewhere deep inside. He was fighting. Fighting hard. Especially with Autumn so near… yet so far… so fragile… and his guilt… it was gnawing at him from the inside… literally eating him up…
And then…Stomp.
A beat passed.
Stomp.
Stomp.
