Wednesday, January 10, 2007
New Beginning 184
Tom huddled under the eaves, hands tucked close to his body for warmth, water dripping coldly off the thatch onto his elbows and bare feet. It'd be night soon, and they'd be calling him again, trying to draw him from the chalked circle that kept him from walking into their jaws. Did they find him, that circle'd do naught to keep them out; they'd pluck him from it and suck him like a marrowbone. He'd seen what was left from that.
Damn you to hell, Master Gybbins, damn you. You said you'd teach me; seven year safe you promised me and bare five of it gone. Devil take thee.
The devil had, too, but his master walked abroad by night still, and he'd have Tom if Tom stepped wrong.
Tom tightened his tunic around himself and listened intently to the night. There, beyond the dripping of the rain and the chattering of his own teeth, was another sound: the scuffle of guileful feet across gravel; and then the moist warmth of breath on his neck.
“Five years in the study of the alchemist,” Gybbins murmured to Tom’s soft, prone neck, “and the man doesn’t know that rain washes out the chalk.”
Tom glanced down and found himself unprotected.
“I have you at last,” the master whispered.
Thus it was that Master Gybbins, corrupt by the Devil for sure, plucked his pupil out. And thus it was, also, that Tom came to understand: being sucked like a marrowbone was not so bad after all.
Opening: batgirl.....Continuation: anonymous