The Path of The Ravager

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Chapter Two - A New Life

[font=Century Gothic]The faint light on the white ceiling flickered, accompanied by a buzzing sound of the faulty circuits..
The slow, but steady sound of the heart monitor was beeping away into eternity, and if you listened hard, you could even hear the tiny drops in the infusion fall.

A very sharp pain seared through his head.. he could not see quite clearly, but could only spot faint figures in the room..
It all started to spin.. he lost consciousness.

Two old men were standing by his bedside.. one was dressed into what apparently should be a white lab coat, but was actually some kind of combination of a pile of mold and half-moth-eaten white fabric. He was a doctor.. well as close as average medical facilities were in the remote areas of Corsair territories.

The other one was Alfredo Navaro, the man that stood up for the little boy's right to live.
They were speaking in hushed tones:

[color=#FFFFFF]" I just don't understand what you want to do with this bastard, Alfredo. Look at him, filthy child of an Outcast!" -he hissed. " He deserves to live no more than that wretch that used to be his father."

" I told you what I want done, and by god, it shall be done that way. Don't defy me, slumdog. That boy is under my protection.. I .. I see something in him. "

" Don't tell me he looks like your son.. Here we go again with this.. He's dead, dead. It's over, nothing can bring him back! "

" Don't presume to know anything about that, and besides.. this is something different. I see potential in the boy, who knows, he might grow up to serve our cause well. "

" Fine, fine, whatever you say. But don't come moanin' to me once this kicks you in yer arse! Anyways.. The boy has good chances to survive.. but the cardamine substance in him, although he didn't take it at this young age.. it's still in his blood, cause of that wretched air on Malta. I don't know what we'll do... but he can't survive without steady doses of cardamine in him.. And I don't see how anyone will oversee you getting that blasted drug!"

" Don't you worry about that, I can handle my business. You just keep to what you know, doc. Don't mind me. I am just worried about his psychological condition.. who knows what that lunatic Juan put him through.. you know what kind of a sadist that crazy one is. Anyways.. you know what to do.. just call me if he wakes up again. "

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