The Vitalis Chronicles: Tomb of the Relequim by Swanson Jay

Author:Swanson, Jay [Swanson, Jay]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9780983469926
Publisher: The Northern Range
Published: 2012-08-08T16:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

THE SHADOW KING WOKE UP SLOWLY. It was dark. The dingy apartment stank worse now than it had before, if that was possible. His head spun as he sat up, there was blood everywhere. As the room stopped spinning, his headache made itself vividly apparent. He sat himself up against the wall and stared into the dark.

There wasn't much light in the windowless box; outside of what seeped under the door, it was pitch black. But there was enough for his cold eyes to see the carnage. He had been so mesmerized when he entered the room that he had barely taken note of anything in it. The mangled corpse of the medium lay across the room from him. Torn and shredded, beyond unrecognizable, somehow the sight made him feel sick. The smell wasn't helping. He stood, pinching his head at the temples as if the gesture would stop the stomping sensation on his brain. It didn't.

His stomach churned. He felt like he might throw up. Carnage like this had never bothered him before. All he wanted was to be out of the room, so he made for the door and wandered into the hallway. It was almost as dank in the hall as it had been in the room. At least it wasn't as hot or as close. The winter chill was making its breaches into the building well enough here. He shivered and heard doors close as curious eyes hid themselves behind locks and bolts.

He didn't much care. He had to find a way out of this place... out of the city. Why did he feel so sick to his stomach? He'd been around plenty of blood in his life; something was wrong.

He staggered to the stairs and looked out of the smeared, grimy window. It was raining outside. Water cascaded down the pane but the glass was no cleaner for it. It looked like it had tried to snow. The world was gray.

The Shadow King made his way slowly down the broken stairs. They creaked. He groaned. His legs weren't as up to the task as he had imagined. He gripped the broken railing tightly, trying to keep from falling head first as the world lurched under him. What was wrong with him?

He got out into the dark lobby of the building, overrun with what he assumed were piles of rancid garbage. He felt filthy just walking through the room. A withered old man lay in one of the piles, moaning and mumbling. He pointed at his private demons as they tormented him from above.

Finally outside, the Shade took in a deep breath. The crisp cold air was refreshing. Why do I still feel so sick? He wrapped his cloak tightly about himself as he pulled his hood up. No sense taking any unnecessary risks. The roads were empty, almost like they'd been cleared. There was a good chance they had been. The hunt for him was probably still going on. He needed to make an exit.

He walked up the street a ways and took a turn down an alley.

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