Sight: A Verse Thriller, стр. 12

“What happened?” I ask

“We were hoping you could tell us.

Last thing we knew we were riding in the taxi.

Then we wake up here

To the sounds of wood burning and houses blasting.

We gotta hurry and figure out what's causing it!”

I look to the town

It burns of blue

My stomach drops

Surely, she wouldn't be such a fool?

“I'm going to find Leigh!” I call, rushing out

Last thing I hear is Tom asking “What about...?”

Blue flames are something to do with her and her blood

Stepping into the street, chaos burns and floods

My vision foggy but not as much as before

I can see a slight trail, but it strains my eyes, sore

I follow it, pushing through the pain

I've got to find her quick

Before the next move of this game

Somehow they're involved, my brother and the other

Don't ask me how

I just have a feeling

Like indigestion

And it has me reeling

What the hell are they up to?

What does Death have planned?

It has to have something to do with the man

The thief going around

The one stealing the sins

Somehow he's the key

He's how they intend to win

Sifting my way through wreckage and flame

I hear someone call my name “Nate!”

Dave, hobbling through the street

Hacking and wheezing – Like a goat he bleats

“Dave? What the hell?” I call to him

“We had an appointment!” He snaps at me

“The town's kinda burning in case you couldn't see.”

“I know that!” His tone heavy and dark

“I believe Traf is guilty in some part.”

“Traf? Why?”

“That Sin has brought more trouble than needed,

Probably because it's magic is seeded...”

“Seeded in what?” I ask

“It's mixed in the scuffs between the Trolls and Goblins.

They're gluttony and greed.

I ask that you remove it from here

Before the town bleeds.”

“Well, let's go.”

As he leads the way

All roads lead to the Sin

That's easy enough to claim

Something still bugs me

The blue flame and Leigh

What's the connection?

What's the game?

Finally, we arrive at a makeshift stall

There stands a troll, easily ten foot tall

“You might've warned me he was a troll.” I whisper to

Dave

“Didn't I?” He asks confused

“Oh well, at least act brave.

Those items we discussed,” He addresses the troll

“We'd like to take them off your hands.

You know, to lessen the toll?”

“You think,” Traf booms “I'll give them up to you?

Do you realize how much they're worth?”

“Yes,” I chime in “More than you do.”

“What's this, Dave?

You brought an errand boy?

Get out of my face. This place is burning

And they aren't toys.

I'm hitting the road.

They'll fetch me an easy price.”

“Well,” I say “I tried asking nice.”

I pull out my watch

Hold it up like a badge

“By authority of the Organization

You are here by ordered to relinquish your claim!

Do it now!

I'm not playing games!”

“You brought an O.D.?!” Traf booms in rage

“You little snitch!

Damn you Dave!

I'll make sure the whole black market knows your name!

You won't do business with anyone ever again!”

“No!” Dave calls “I didn't...

You betrayed me, Nate!

Damn it all! Just great!” Without another word, Dave

hobbles away

I turn back to Traf

Who is trying to escape

Before I can even take a step

A blue blast of flame nails him in his chest

Stumbling back

He's off balance

As another blast hits him

Forming a callus

Shaking the ground, he crumbles unconscious

I look back and see

A hooded man

His face hidden and dauntless

As he looks to me

More flames strike like a match

Surrounding and caging me

Locked in a patch

Of dried ground, but the flames don't spread

They're elegant, controlled

As the man sifts through Traf's garments

Then the hat on his head

At last pulling out what looks to be ashes of the dead

Embrazened with a rune

Which should activate an effect

But with one finger, his flames have it vexed

He takes the urn and walks away

As I can only watch, trapped by the flames

Trial 11: Debt of the dead

A drizzling rain begins to pour

But the flames surrounding me burn even more

As up runs Leigh

Her face dark

She dissipates the flames

With her hands arched

Suddenly, she approaches me swift

Grabs me by the collar

And has me pinned

“Who was he?” She asks

“What did he say?!”

Looking deep in her eyes

All I can think is to save

“This has got you torn up inside, doesn't it?”

She steps back and looks away

“Blue flames,” She begins “Are unique to my family.

For one of them to...

It pains me.

I will not rest until they're arrested.

Or until they're dead and bested.”

Suddenly Traf begins to groan

Saying simply one word “Vito.”

I sigh heavy

There's only one I know

With ties to the black market

Off to Italy we go

Finally, the burning town dies out

Leaving nothing but wreckage

Charred and brown

Tom comes stumbling up

With our luggage in tow

Three backpacks filled with food and clothes

“A Currier came and dropped these by.”

His tone frustrated and dry

“Nice to know Jewl's looking out.” I say

“And the Sin?” Tom's face looking colorless – Grey

“Gone.” I reply “But we do have a lead.”

“Then what are we waiting for, let's leave.”

“First things first.” I step to the stall

“I believe this is mine.” My words directed at Traf

As I pull out a box in a bag

“This'll come in handy.”

“What is it?” Tom asks

“It's a T.O.A.D..” I smile “It used to belong to Jack.”

“Are you sure we can trust it?” Tom's question sincere

But he doesn't make an effort to hide his