Day 3, Hora Septem
“Pugnax, over here!”
“Quiet, you fools! He might hear us!”
“he’s still alive…”
“Don’t be rediculus! He’s sitting in the street. Has been since this began.”
“he looks more alive than the others we’ve seen.”
“look at the blood, you follius, idiot!”
Lucius groaned, slowly lifting his head. Someone screamed.
“Quiet!” a tall, muscular figure raised a staff. Lucius held up his hands to defend, but the wooden end of the pole slammed into his head, sending him toppling over.
“Wait” a new voice made its way into Lucius’ head. He heard footsteps coming up. “He is alive!”
Thanks for noticing, Lucius thought blurrily. Why hit me if I was dead?
“Bring him with us!” the man who hit him. Hit Man. That was as good a name as any. He chuckled softly, thinking it was funny. Hit Man looked down at him.
“You think it’s funny, boy? I could snap your neck like a TWIG!” he cracked the wooden pole he held in half to demonstrate.
“Lovely” lucius managed to croak. He laughed again. Hit Man made to hit him, but another figure stopped it.
“He’s delirious. Dehydration. Shouldn’t hit him. Not good.” The figure spoke fast and precise. He grabbed the stick halves from Hit Man and threw them away. “Wasted. Shame. Was a good stick. Shouldn’t have broken it”
Hit Man was furious. “YOU NO GOOD PIECE OF MERDE! YOU SPURIOUS!”
“Calm down, Pugnax!” another voice, female. It was gentle and kind, but forceful. Pugnax glared at her. “You’ll bring the whole city down on us. besides, Kulinus is just pointing out that you need to calm down.”
Pugnax grunted in contempt. “Don’t be such a peace maker, Umbara!” he snorted. “Take sides for once in your life!” he stormed off.
“Has problems. Yes. Need to watch out.” muttered Kulinus. He turned to Lucius. “What do we do with him?”
“Bring him back.” Umbara decided. “Justus, go get Pugnax.”
A tall, skinny man nodded silently, and ran off after Pugnax.
Umbara turned to Lucius. “What’s your name?”
“Lucius.” He groaned.
“Well, Lucius. Welcome to Tartarus!”
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