Michael
OUT OF DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
As of late, Michael was treading more dangerous places than usual. Not for any other reason than he felt the need to. The Fangs, The Climb, Hak Etme, anywhere beyond civilization. Away from noise and the din of voices, a silent hope that by leaving the civilized behind that the voice in his head would fade. That such an invasion would be silenced if he ran far enough. If he ran fast enough. If he hid well enough.
He'd come here for another purpose, too, though:
Mining.
He didn't have much coin, didn't care to earn it. Would much rather take it or get it himself, didn't trust anyone else to give him what he wanted. For long nights in the cold, for boiling water, for crafting, for tools. The best axe head he'd ever had had been made from stone, though volcanic glass was delicate and brittle. Easily broken if pressed or crushed in the right way. It could be sharpened into weapons, though, spearheads and blades with edges that could cut straight through flesh and into bone.
He was here, though, for a piece of granite or basalt. Something heavy that would do fine in any weather, a solid slab, not too large he couldn't carry, that would be good as a cutting board. A staple for any nomad like himself who was always on the move but enjoyed making his own food when he felt alive enough to do it.
And it was while he was searching that he heard the
clink clinkCLUNKTHUD clink
of metal on stone. He paused and turned in a slow half circle before he saw her there: A woman he didn't know using the handle of her dagger to crash into a pillar of black rock. And the only thing that was happening was the sound of it blasting in his ears.
Better, if only JUST, than the voice that invaded his mind.
He stared at her for several moments. Wondering if she was going to stop. As the comedy carried on, he folded his arms across his chest, the straps of his backpack pulling taut against strong shoulders.
"You know… I heard a legend once that said that if you attack a big black rock with the handle of a dagger you'll be rewarded with fuck all. Nice job if that's what you're after, you're doing great." He unfolded his arms so he could offer her a thumb's up. Eyes squinting. Eyebrows raised toward his hairline.
YOU PULL THE TRIGGER YOURSELF
