To a brighter future?

[Wolfs Ghost]

Goodman Ranch, Planet Cambridge, Cambridge System -- Weeks after being graced.

"I'm surprised my former subordinate, Martin Bridge, actually graced me. My small contributions here and there actually worked? Or was it because I threatened to kill that Constable, that finally pushed them do to something that didn't end up getting me arrest? Questions that will never get answered. Theres also a dark presence that lurks here, these nightmares lately, can't seem to shake them..." -- Ship Log 022, Austin Goodman

He could hear multiple foot steps, and a familiar female voice calling out to him. "Oh Austin. Come out, come out where ever you are." There was a light giggle. He breathed slowly, holding his sidearm up, and pressing himself closely to the wall. Thoughts raced through his head, How did she get here? Who told her where he lived? He swallowed hard and could feel his own heart racing, a feeling that would only come to him during an intense combat situation in space.

There was another voice suddenly, another female voice, this one sounding more urgent. "Austin! Don't - " The voice was quickly cut off, and he could her a whimper as the girl was smacked. "Now, now darling. Don't listen to her. You know you want to come out and play. Remember, Austin? Every shadow is your weakness."

The door on the far side of the room creaked open. He took aim, pulling the trigger as he did. The room lit up four different times rapidly, then everything went quiet, even for a minute as the sound of something heavy hit the floor. He moved towards the door carefully, taking a sigh of relief. Swinging the door open, he saw a woman standing just on the other side, grinning. He looked down and took a step back, realizing who he just shot. "Lafiel..." He cringed, looking back up at the woman. "Innocent blood has been spilled, Austin, how sweet of you. Now you'll be wanted for murder. The murder of a Countess."

The woman began to laugh gently as Austin aimed the pistol at her. He pulled the trigger, he watched as the bullets passed through her, and her vanishing shortly after. "Every shadow is your weakness.." Echoed throughout the room.

"God damn it Siona!" He shouted, sitting up quickly, breathing heavily and looking around the room. It was night time. He slowly got out of bed, and wiping a beads of sweat from his forehead. Coughing rather heavily he began working his way out of the room and into the kitchen, getting a glass out of the cupboard and setting it down with shaky hands on the counter. "Damn..." He said out loud, staring at the sink. "Just another bloody dream."

He turned the sink on and cupped his hand underneath the warm water, then splashed it on his face. "She's in Rheinland...she'll be fine." He reassured himself, "And the Kithe family hasn't been seen in or around Bretonia in months." He began to laugh lightly. "Maybe they finally died. The Immortal, finally killed. The harlot slain."

Or maybe it's whats to come? The thought itself sent a chill down his spine, he shook his head and cupped his hands again, collecting water and splashing it on his fast. "Need to get out more often." He glanced over at the time and sighed lightly, The sun would be rising soon, he might as well just stay up.

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