Dead end
âShit!â
Caretaker came to an abrupt halt at the sight of the walls in front of them, and started pacing the confines of the walled in alleyway like a wild animal. Whumpee followed close behind him, out of breath, eyes widening at the sight.
âDead end⌠no!â Dread filled them and panic started to tighten its clasp around them. The alley ended in a square little area, illuminated by merely a blinking street light and a sparse bit of moonlight. None of which highlighted any small paths out of here or a wall to climb over. The only way out was to go back.
Their gazes crossed as they looked around. The flicker of fear in Caretakerâs eyes seemed like a death sentence to Whumpee. If they couldnât find a wayâ
Caretaker opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, both whipped around at the sound of footsteps behind them.
"Hide!" Caretaker whispered, urgency in his voice. He steered Whumpee towards a dark nook in the wall, small enough just for them to fit.
âThatâll never work!â Whumpee protested, but went along.
âWe have to try!â
âWhat about you?!â
âItâs not me heâs after!â
Before Whumpee could rear up and protest, Caretaker suddenly held up a hand to silence them and glanced back. He waved them down and Whumpee obliged, sinking down to sit on the cold tiles next to the large container, hugging their knees drawn up to their chest and trying to press themself further into their little corner, to become one with the darkness.
Caretaker stood in front of them, blocking them from sight. All they could barely see were his legs, feet firmly planted on the ground, posture rigid; ready for a fight.
Footsteps echoed through the damp alleyway, slowly getting closer, and Whumpee held their breath.
"All by your lonesome, Caretaker?" the familiar voice drawled. "I could have sworn I saw you running off with something of mine."
Caretaker bit back the rage swirling up inside him at that comment. He took a step forward, cautiously, making sure Whumpee couldnât be seen. âWe split up,â he snarled. âLooks like you followed the wrong one.â
âDid you, now? You left them all alone? How unlike youâŚâ He looked around, suspicious, but all he could see was indeed Caretaker. He let out a sigh. âGreat. Youâre not the one Iâm interested in.â
âI know,â Caretaker shot back with a triumphant air.
âOh.â Whumper grinned and took a step towards him. âThat makes you think youâre safe? Youâre wrong there, my friend. You are not safe until I have Whumpee with me.â
A stab of fear ran through Caretaker and he suppressed a shiver. He knew perfectly well what this man was capable of and if he was going to have to fight to protect Whumpee⌠That was going to be a losing battle. Though a short one, with Whumpee right behind him.
But Whumper seemed to have different plans. And Caretakerâs breath stalled when he saw the man pull a gun out and slowly aimed it up at him.
âThereâs no need for that,â Caretaker said, breathless.
âNo?â Whumper said, obviously enjoying the moment. âMaybe there is. Maybe a gunshot will draw Whumpeeâs attention and theyâll come back here looking for you.â
âAs will everyone else around.â Caretaker gestured to the buildings surrounding them and the sound of traffic from behind them.
The hand holding the gun wavered a little and he lowered it just a few inches. âNow that we donât needâŚâ
Caretaker visibly relaxed, to Whumperâs amusement.
âBut you know what else I donât need?â Whumper crooned. âYou.â And without hesitating, he pulled the trigger.
The shot echoed against the buildings around them. The force of the bullet punched Caretaker a step back. Blinding pain seared through him and he slowly crumbled, hand to his abdomen where his shirt started turning red fast.
âNo!â
Whumpee shot out of their hiding place, but too late to catch Caretaker. He smashed to his knees hard against the unyielding concrete and fell to his uninjured side. Whumpee knelt over him, hands roaming over his torso in a desperate frenzy. âNo, no!â
âWell, now, what a surprise.â
A hand clamped around their arm and started pulling them away.
âNo⌠No! Let go!â Whumpee wailed in despair, clutching Caretaker and falling back over him every time they managed to break free. âHe needs help, let go!â
âDonât worry, like he said, the gunshot will have drawn some attention.â He finally managed to pull them off the bleeding man. âWith a bit of luck, people will find him before itâs too late. By that time weâre loong on our way.â
Whumpee kept up their struggles, fighting to get free, to get back to Caretaker. But Whumper didnât need physical strength to restrain them.
A harsh click sounded next to their ear and they froze, certain the gun was pointed at them. But when they looked upâ
âUnless, you want me to deliver the finishing blow right now and put him out of his misery?â
âNo⌠No, please!â
âGood.â He lowered the gun but kept it in his hand to be sure. âThen letâs go. Before I have to do this again, to someone who has nothing to do with this.â
Almost hyperventilating now, Whumpee turned to Caretaker, who was struggling to push himself up, still trying to get to Whumpee and protect themâ when he couldnât even get on all fours. With a cry of pain he fell back on his front and curled up, hissing, hands over the bullet wound.
The hand around Whumpeeâs arm tightened in warning and tugged at them, pulling them away from the scene.
A whisper brushed against their ear:
âIf you didnât want this to happen, if you cared for him⌠You wouldâve revealed yourself sooner.â
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