Savior

[Latin For Dragula]

((No good deed goes unpunished))

Theodore Fletcher was walking.

You've passed this before. How many times have you seen this same burnt out building? How many times have you tried not to look at it? How many times have you failed? How many people do you think died in there? How many of them do you think where your friends? How many of them thought about you even once before then? How many people back home are wondering why you aren't already dead instead of them? How many of them always hated you? How many of them never felt anything about you at all? How many of them will have to be reminded of your name when they watch you die? How many of them will forget it again right after?

Theodore Fletcher kept his eyes straight forward and gripped the stolen bag tighter.

You don't know where James is. He could be anywhere. He could be around any corner. He's probably waiting for you to let your guard down right now.

Theodore Fletcher paused.

Theodore Fletcher smiled.

You don't know where you are. You don't know what time it is. You don't know where you're going.

Theodore Fletcher wasn't listening anymore.

Theodore Fletcher was walking.

((Theodore Fletcher doesn't know what he'll do next. But it won't be nothing.))