Forsaken

He left the building through a back door, throwing the things he stole in his pockets. Instead of smelling dead, this alley reeked more like oil and rust. However, that was a given, due to all of the pipes and machinery surrounding him. 

He walked a little further… No one. Not even a rat or a bug. It was just a desolate yard of pipe and steampunk machinery. Gears, steam valves, etc. It was paradise to mechanics - Yet he wasn't a mechanic, so it was just hazardous land to him. 

He begrudgingly walked and walked, but everything looked the same to him. Maybe it was the steam and smog getting to him. It most likely was, because he felt ill - Like he had to puke. He gasped for any clean air his lungs could get. He had hope that he could get through, though that hope started to dwindle the longer he walked.

He saw the light. Then again, it could be his imagination. He heard voices, maybe it was his brain. But no, he walked out of the alley. He marched right into a crowd… He was covered in dust, cobwebs, smoke, and ash, but no one paid mind to him. He walked out of the sea of people and into what seemed like an inn. 

A bell rang and a middle-aged fat man approached him and started to take off his coat. "Hello, Hello! Welcome to The Alexandra Arms Inn. Let me take this-" The man took off John's jacket and noted the blood, as well as the revolver. For whatever reason, he bites his tongue.

"Hello, I'm sorry, but I have no coins." The man gave a sour look of disappointment. "Boy, if I wanted your coins I would have already asked!" John was in shock. He thought that the man would kick him out.

The man then led him to one of the rooms. "This is going to be your room. My name is Howard Park. If you need anything, call my name." Then Howard scurried away. But he soon came back with a key. "Sorry, forgot this." Then he rushed away once more, not returning this time.

He looked down at the key. It was weirdly shaped and barely even resembled a key. Through some mild hesitation, he put it into the lock on the door - and surprisingly enough, it opened. Not without a squeak or two from the hinges. He walked into the room. It had a rather gloomy essence to it. He also noted that the room smelt sour… He looked around and noticed that the bed was on the floor.

It wasn't the best, but it was free. And it seemed, over here, nobody knew he was a Blessed, which was good - if the first encounter was anything to go off. People didn't seem to like the Blessed. 

He went over and sat on the bed. It creaked and squealed. He took off his dress shirt and revolver. He examined the cut that his attacker had left. He noticed his blood was a more purple-ish color rather than the normal red. The cut didn't hurt when he was stabbed and that still statement held out even now. He felt where he thought he was stabbed… Yet nothing was there. It seemed the cut had already healed. 

There was still blood, though, so he decided to go to the bathroom. He exited his room and walked down the hall. He looked and looked but it seemed there was no bath. He took the next best option. "Howard, come here, please. I need help."

Howard hurried as fast as his feet could go. He made it to him in record time, although now out of breath. "Y-you called?" He said in a huff. "Where is the bath?" John asked with a laugh. "It's…Hang on…It's the 12th door to the right." he said quietly between big huffs. He wandered off to the bath without saying a word. Howard, wanting a reward for his efforts, yelled at him. "At the very least, you could say thank you!" He looked at Howard. "Thank you. Also, don't yell."

Howard gave him a smug smile. "You're welcome, blessed.~" He stopped for a second before continuing. "You should know that that word means nothing to me." Howard laughed and walked away as John entered the bath. 

The bath seemed to be better maintained than his newfound room. He started the water and waited till it was about half full. He went in and lay down in the steaming water. The bath was nice, the water relaxing his joints. He watched as the bath water turned a deluded purple as the scab of the wound started to dissolve. He put on a different pair of clothes that he found and walked into the hall. 

He noticed Howard cleaning the front, and then Howard spotted him and grinned. "Hello. What brings you back to me, blessed?" He sent Howard a glare before going to his coat. He took it and then headed back to his room. Once he got there he noticed that his cost was patched up. He looked at the bed and noticed his outfit was also sewn and there were coins. 

He took the coins and put back on his normal outfit - including the revolver - and walked back to the front. No one was there. There were even cobwebs in the corners. He walked out into the now dark and empty street. He wandered to the end of the town, where he saw a gate. He stepped forth and made his way past the gate. He was then… transported to another city. He saw a poster with his face. 

He shoots out the details, then stumbles into the new bustling town.