The bitter cold air filled Fergy's lungs as he walked home. It was three in the morning and it had been a long night, no real problems thankfully but tiring still. His deep burgundy attire almost looked black in the twilight. Glasgow wasnt a safe place to be, especially at night, but Fergus wasnt afraid. He couldn't afford to be in his line of work.....
She watched as the large shadow walked through the snow in the quiet of the night. The only sounds were the crunch of snow under his shoes and the tiny 'pfts' of chunky white flakes of settling into the growing mounds on the street. With a small breath, she started out of the alley and followed in his foot steps, hands jammed in her peacoat pockets. If Fergus Wilson was as she suspected, he wouldn't allow her to track him for long.
Fergus took note of the woman who was following him, she didn't seam dangerous, but who knows, anything is possible in this damned city and there are lots of desperate people. Walking on he counted the minuets in his head.....
one....three......five......seven.... Without stopping or turning around Fergus reaches back and flips out his shirt reviling his old pistol "Anything i can help you with mam?" he asks Icily.
An unseasonably warm breeze buffeted against Fergus' cheeks and the woman he thought was behind him was now in front of him. She was walking backwards, a small smile on her lips as the wind picked up on her curls. "I think I should be asking you that question, Fergus. Do you mind if we talk?"
Fergy is taken aback by the gust of wind and the seemingly transported women.
I know its been a long night but not that long.....I must really need some sleep "What the hell...." Fergus muttered as he blinked "Not at all." he says calmly
That little trick seemed to have caught his attention, and calmed him down at the same time. "Excellent," she smiled, "I have a job proposal for you. One that I think you might find more fulfilling than taking dunkards to the curb."
"And what would that be?" He asks as he walks on still on guard but relaxing somewhat.
She kept walking backwards with ease as she studied the big man in front of her. "The chance to be a hero. A real hero. To save people who still believe that there is hope."
Nothing changed in Fergus's stance or features, although if you looked close you would've seen a small twinkle flashe in his eyes at the ladies words. "I'm sorry to disillusion you, but heroes don't exist lady....maybe once they did but not anymore." he says holding her gaze.
"It only takes one man to stand when all others fall to darkness. Even if no one will ever see that act," she replied, "If it is your desire to help people and you are willing to leave everything behind that you know to be that man, take this." Pulling her gloved hand from her pocket, she offered a tattered slip of yellowed parchment. If he chose to unfold the slip of paper he would find the instructions.
Burn me.
Taking the slip, Fergus slides it into his jacket pocket. "Heroes dont exist." He muttered half to himself.
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Fergus trudged through the half-light hall leading to his apartment, thinking about the encounter on the street. Walking up to the squeaky yellow door that must have been white at some point, he swung the door open. He sighed at the familiar sight...A small dingy apartment with a wing-back chair, a small table, a couple beer bottles scattered around, and a cigar box sitting on the table. "Is this really what I've come to?" He says to himself as he takes a seat and pulls out a cigar. Taking a cold draw from it. He pulls out the slip of parchment and looks it over, before lighting his cigar and taking a puff or two. He thinks for a few moments before he touches the cigar to the paper lighting "Heroes dont exist..." He mutters.
The slip of paper began to burn, the red embers eating the material at a surprisingly slow pace and causing a fair amount of smoke. An abnormal amount of smoke. In fact, it began pouring into the room at an alarming pace and then turning into a rainbow of colors. Swirling greens, pinks, blues, and purples surrounded Fergy.
"What the fuuuck." Fergy said standing as the smoke surrounded him, unsure what to do.
The entire room filled with smoke so thick no one could possibly see through it until suddenly, the floor dissappeared from under his feet and the big man plummeted into a brightly colored abyss.
Fergu stood confused for a second before the floor was suddenly sucked out from under him. "GODDDDS BE DAAAAAMNED!!" His yells where lost in the void as the large frame of Fergus plummeted down.
Fergus fell faster and faster until the smoke cleared and he found himself plummeting through a dusky sky and the ground quickly approaching. He passed clouds, then trees, coming face to face with a moss covered cobble stone walkway before jerking to a halt right above it. As he hovered a pair of boots came in to view and a familiar voice greeted him. "Hello, Fergus."...
(Is this what I was supposed to do?
@aryamajor , because you never told me or replied to the private SF convo)
