Ghost Stories - Widow Maker, Continued

His eyes molded over Kregg’s bent form, coming to rest on his intense looking face that was shaped like a wild rat’s, the chin long and pointed.

 

Kregg shrugged, his bent form temporarily unbalanced, one side shorter than the other as he tenderly eased out, “Not complaining, Master.  It’s just that we have been out here for a terribly long time.  I was hoping to bake a cherry pie before sunrise.”

The left side of Vincent’s upper lip curled spontaneously and he emitted a rough, frightening growl.  “You speak about a pie when I’ve lost all that is important to me?” he challenged.

  

Kregg shrugged again, a bit lower to the ground as he had squatted in reaction to his Master’s growl.  “Forgive me, Master?  I-I can be so scatterbrain at times.  You-you are aware of such.”  He paused and half-bowed, not exactly a great feat as he was already close to the ground.  Kregg continued, “I understand your loss.”

 

Vincent’s lip relaxed and he drew the black cape around himself, for some reason reaping a bit of comfort from his efforts.

 

They had reached the outskirts of the steel city and were swiftly moving towards the nucleus.  Vincent had decided they would begin the search there, which seemed logical as they had walked down Main Street multiple times that evening at the Medieval Faire.  And a poor display of a Faire at that!

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