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Duskull — S&V Shrouded Fable #68

Illustrated by: James Turner

I guess this is just a self-indulgent little project now.

Chapter 3: "This world, is shooting to kill."

    I woke up on train, gasping for air.

    The Salmon Runner across from me looked up from his phone, staring at me with an inquiring look on his face. Then he gasped.

    'What is he so scared of? Oh...'

    I reached up to my face and immediately found out why.

    'Oh, fuck.'

    My bandana had fallen around my neck, revealing the dark grey scale markings on my face, two stripes on each side of my face slowly curving upward towards my cheekbones, eventually fading out  at that point from a lighter grey into normal, tanned skin.

    The Salmon Runner eventually found the courage to move and got up, holding his weapon. He began walking toward me, weapon aimed at my head.

    I, however, was infinitely faster.

    Before he could even get halfway toward me, I'd snuck up behind him, slammed him face-first into where I'd just been sitting, and had a Dualie pressed against the back of his head.

    "Don't move," I snarled. "Or I'll blow your brains out."

    He immediately morphed into his octopus form and attempted to swim away.

    I instantly grabbed him by one of his tentacles and held him up in front of my face. I took off my goggles so I could see him better.

    His entire face was bleeding from his little crash into my seat. The one tentacle I was holding him by was also starting to bleed from the pressure.

    "So," I said while holding him. "Care to explain why you attacked someone who did nothing to you?"

    He said nothing. Just dangled limply from where I was holding him.

    I smashed a window and threw him and his weapon off the train. As I did, I felt a tiny pang of guilt.

    'He attacked you first, idiota,' I snapped at myself. 'He would have done the same to you, and you know it.'

Useless guilt.

    I suddenly felt an acute stab of pain from the end of my spine.

    Right. Almost forgot about that.

    'Just a little longer,' I told myself.

    'Find someone who will trust you, and once you do... you'll finally be able to reveal yourself.'

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