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Topic Started: Apr 16 2009, 12:59 PM (584 Views)
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Slowing down to a stop, Bert leant over, before gagging slightly from exhaustion. A thin splatter of bile and drool dribbled forth, but nothing else. Each second, Bert would take an enormous, ragged breath before exhaling one just as large. After perhaps a minute, his breathing had reduced down to a relatively small gasping, but he resembled a fish without water more than a man. He looked about, nodding once at certain trees while he walked about a small clearing between two moss-covered logs. At seemingly random places, he would touch this, or that, before sitting down. Whether it was an obsessive compulsion disorder, a signal, a code or a way to calm down couldn’t be determined.

Five minutes later, Bert was still going. It seemed increasingly unlikely it was a secret code to open a trap door, unless each poacher was particularly patient, or Bert had forgotten the key. His eyes travelled the surrounding forest, constantly roving. He may have been looking for a sign from a fellow, for the witch, or perhaps even the ghost of his boss, who he could now only assume was burnt, or mutilated by the vicious demon. A small frown creased his face. Although he could never quite see it, out of the corner of his eye he would at times see a boy clothed in a grey, hooded jumper wearing shorts, but whenever he glanced at that direction, there’d only be a rock, or once, a rustling bush.

Eventually, he found the location of his hallucinations. He had been wandering about the clearing still, tapping this and twisting that, when he could once again see the child. Carefully, as if going to tap another thing, his eyes moved and while he could see the child, it was now almost transparent. A knot of fear grew in his stomach, but he knew the others would come, and possibly more importantly, he couldn’t run far.

He straightened up, his beer belly wobbling slightly from the movement, and lifted his chin high. Defiantly, he shouted;

”Oi you! Git over here! No one can scare us Shibusen students!

He unbuttoned his dirty, bloodied work-shirt and threw it off dramatically to reveal a black singlet, relatively clean with Shinigami’s mask taking up almost the entire shirt. The bluff of the poachers that they were Shibusen students had been agreed that it was a last resort, but to the fearful Bert, this ghost was allied to the demon, and may have taken more than one soul already.
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