Reek

Maybe I shouldn't have gone so deep into the alley or maybe I shouldn't have had too much to drink before the execution, but when I stepped back into the street, Luke was gone.

"Luke!" I called, but received no answers.

The denizens of the slums walked past me like there was nothing wrong, but to them, nothing was.

I made my way through the crowds looking for any gin of where he was.

"Luke!" I called again, still receiving no answer. "Fuck!"

I looked to where he was when I left to piss. He was leaning by the window of what seemed to be some sort of store. There was a sign in some gibberish that I couldn't recognize. I walked to the alley next to the store and looked down. There was nothing to see. I followed down the alley anyway. I doubted that Luke would leave. He did say that he had something very important to share.

"He said he had information" I said aloud to myself, thinking. "Information on what? The Hornets?"

I walked back to the entrance of the alley when I looked down and saw knife, somehow untouched lying on the alley floor; an act of some godly force that a fiend hadn't claimed it for himself as of yet. I picked up the fine blade by the handle and knew I had seen it before. It was Luke's.

"He was taken by the Hornets!" I yelled to myself both out of excitement and fear at the same time.

I had to tell somebody. Luke was in trouble and he was my friend. I had to help him.