The Fly Guild by Todd Shryock

Author:Todd Shryock
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-08-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

The sun was cresting the horizon, sending long lines of brilliant red and orange across the early morning sky. Quinton might have even described it as beautiful, if Star Gleam City weren’t such a pit of despair -- and if his knee wasn’t screaming in pain. There were a few workers walking down the far end of the street, almost out of sight from where he stood. The dark shapes of the wall and the towers were visible, but as for the maggots and the men following them, there were no signs. He looked up along the roof line on the other side of the street, hoping to see Sands standing there, but then cursed himself for even thinking the man would be stupid enough to be spotted from down below.

He wasn’t sure what to do. Sands was nowhere around, and any sense of danger seemed to have passed. He didn’t want to head toward the wall, because that would put him deeper in enemy territory, and he couldn’t exactly run away. He found a large piece of driftwood that had somehow made its way up to one of the many piles of debris around the warehouse and made a makeshift crutch out of it. His new aid in hand, he hobbled down the street, heading back toward the guild. He hadn’t gone far when he saw two men enter the intersection ahead of him. The men, the same ones he had seen following the maggots earlier, were busy chatting and eyeing a butcher shop on the corner and hadn’t noticed him. He hobbled over to a shadow along the near building and didn’t move. One man, who was a head taller than the other, sported grey, greased-back hair; the other was squat and muscular, his physique emphasized by the faded red shirt that hung open at the waist, exposing a chest full of muscle.

Quinton watched as the two men moved to the door of the butcher shop, still talking and sometimes arguing with each other. Occasionally, one gestured down the street where he was sitting, not seeing him, but motioning about some unseen subject. The boy made sure he was as deep in the shadows as possible, but the ever-increasing light made that more difficult. There were no easy escapes from his current position, no alleyways or cross streets. With his leg throbbing with pain, he doubted he could climb, so he was stuck. The men stopped their arguing and the one with the greasy hair disappeared inside, while the other kept glancing in every direction as if standing guard. A few minutes later, the man reappeared in the doorway. There was another man behind him, partly obscured by shadows. From what he could see, the hidden man was wearing a rich green shirt with a large gold medallion hanging around his neck. He was only in the doorway a moment, then quickly disappeared back into the depths of the butcher shop. The greasy-haired man motioned to his companion and started down the street directly toward Quinton’s position.

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