Alastair's smile spread across his face, his eyes lightening up along with the mood in atmosphere. "You're a good kid, that much i know. Once you're back up to 100%, I'll get you to start helping me and Lisa clean the upstairs area"
"That's won't be a problem sir! Umm.. also where am I?".
The room around percival was small. It had bright pink wallpaper hung, obviously a quick job by the looks of it. There were drawers scattered around and a dresser, with a mirror on top and make-up products sitting beside it. He lay on a queen sized bed, fitted with a darker pink quilt, made of cotton. The light that hung from the wall looked new as it shone with a very bright light, illuminating the whole room.
Alastair chuckled lightly, letting out almost a sigh of relief. "Lisa's room".
Percival seemed shock, flustered even.
"My room is filled with too many important items and artifacts; Lisa said you were to fine to rest in here, until you recuperate".
Knock Knock.
The white painted wooden door opened silently, a woman stood at the doorway, shorter brown hair, a friendly smile, and sweet looking eyes that peered at him with the oceans colour.
"Percy!! You're awake! You had us so worried back there. I almost fainted when I noticed you'd been stabbed. God that was horribly gruesome!!".
Percival smiled, seemingly used to the almost yelling that Lisa seemed to speak with. "It's good to see you looking healthy too, how is the cut on your hip?".
She turned to the side, showing Percival the cut. It seemed deep, however Alastair had done a good job at stitching it up, it looked as if it would take no more than a month to heal.
"Are you feeling okay to walk? I can make you some tea if you'd like?". She pointed towards outside the door, supposedly where the kitchenette was placed.
"I'd love some tea, thank you Lisa. I should be up in a minute, my body feels fine in all honesty".
As Percival walked out into the main area he saw Alastair and Lisa sitting at the table. He noticed that there was a 3rd chair placed at the table, the one for him.
He seated himself, holding his mug of tea as he looked around; a sigh of relief left his lungs. He'd been happy to see them both back in good shape. Percival was really starting to grow fond of the two who sat at the table.
Alastair was the first to speak. "Lad, I'd like to give you this as a token of my appreciation for keeping the bar out of danger. And for saving both of our lives".
In his hand he held 3 five pound notes. His eyes welled up at the sight of it. He had never seen so much money in his life. All he got paid from his last job was 11 pence a week. Which to him seemed like a lot.
The monetary system worked in 3 category's. Pence, being the lowest, shillings, the second, and pounds the top.
12 pence was equal to one shilling, 20 shilling equal to one pound.
He looked towards Alastair, the tears falling from his eyes uncontrollably. "I-I can't take this from you.. its too much sir".
Alastair, with enough force to overpower Percivals own, grabbed his palm and opened it, putting the notes into Percivals hands.
"Percy. You saved out lives lad, this is something you are more than deserving of. You have no idea what would have happened, had you not been there. You must take this, me and Lisa have both discussed this".
The two in front of Percival stood up, pulling him into a hug. It felt as though his life had turned around in such a short manner of time. He went from almost homeless, to owning more money than he had even dreamed of owning.
....
Hours later, Percival arrived home, he hadn't seen his home for more than 2 days. It was nice to see but his nose seemed to have lost its shield to the putrid smell of the corridors.
As he made his way up the stairs, he started to think on the last couple days. He was still afraid of what would happen if Larlocks associates heard news.
Would they attack the bar again? Or would they gun it for me? Honestly, that might be a better outcome. If it can be helped, i'd rather not put those two in harms way again. They've done enough for me.
He unlocked his door, hanging his keys on the hook, and folding up his trenchcoat. He put the trenchcoat on the desk. As he laid in his bed, the exhaustion from the past couple of days hit him like a truck. He was passed out.
...
Inside of the bar, Alastair and Lisa shared cards at the table, laughing, drinking tea and overall having a good night.
"Do you think Percivals going to be okay?..". The words escaped Lisa's mouth before she could even think about it. Her face shocked. She wasn't meaning to bring him up, especially not after the shock that took Alastair that afternoon.
"The lad will be okay Lisa, I know you worry, but everything in my heart tells me he hasn't got anything to worry about right now. All he needs is some pure rest. I already told him he can come in at 10 tomorrow instead of 8".
"I meant like, because Eliza knows about him, and his ability. She must know that he's the one who shattered Larlock right? And if she knows then won't she come for revenge?". Lisa eyes now showed the emotions of fear, anticipation.
"If that happens, we'll protect him; our duty is to make sure our comrades never fall. That is what Percival stuck to in that last battle, we must do the same for him
"I see him as one of us. We have his back".
.....
Percival opened his eyes slowly, the morning sun shone through his small windows out in the walkway. His covers almost completely off the bed.
Wow, I was tossing and turning a lot last night by the looks of it. I didn't have any dream, at least none that I can recall. Although now that I think about it... the dream i had where I grabbed the scythe out of the box; it wasn't just a dream. I'm sure it was the decision to keep or leave the Soul Shatter ability.
I chose to keep it...
Percival seemed lost, he had understood what power he held, but it felt as if it was too much for him. Would I be as strong as i was in the bar yesterday? Or would I need to learn to do that? It was caused by the outburst of both pain and emotion flowing inside of me. If that happens again.. I may not be able to control it.
I will learn to wield this power. It will become mine.
Percival made his way out of bed, throwing on his clothes and of course the trenchcoat that seemed to be a part of him. He held out his hand, and attempted to summon the weapon. Before his eyes, the scythe materialised as if it had been there all along.
The wood arched in his hand, it felt right. His eyes seemed to be able to notice the tiny details around the room. The minuscule things he never noticed. The spider in the corner of his room, the dust covering the window sill, the wind that seemed to come through a small hole next to the frame that the window sat in.
It was as if he was experiencing the world through a different set of eyes. Eyes that weren't his, but merely given to him for the time being.
He dematerialised the scythe. His vision returned to normal. His senses seemed to lower.
Percival made his way down to the lobby area, but before he reached the stairs leading down to the second floor, someone nudged him aside.
This man, possibly in his late twenties, turned to apologise. His eyes widened, he started shivering as if he'd seen a ghost. He then knelt down. Palms on the floor. "I-I don't want trouble.. p-please just go..".
Percival, shocked, confused and worried at the sight that was before him, bent down, his hand touching the shoulder of the man. "Are you okay sir? I didn't mean to frightened y-".
The man got up and backed away, turning to break out into a jog down the hallway. He didn't look back once.
Had I done something to him before..? I don't recall ever even meeting this man, why did he run off like that? What a weird man.
He walked down the stairs to the second floor, and decided to head towards the showers to look into the mirror. As he opened the door into the showers room, he saw the mirrors to his right side.
He walked towards them slowly, looking into the mirror infront of him. The man who stared back had red coloured eyes, they emitted a hazy black tinge to them, like a fog coming from within. His face seemed to house cracks running alongside it. His trenchcoat steamed with a dark grey hue.
His eyes widened as he realised the one who he looked at, was the same one he had seen in his dream. When he was coated in blood.
Why do I look like that..? Who.. am I?