Part 2

Context: You're just another ghost in a city full of them, trying to do a little good. The man you are fated to cross paths with tonight is the opposite. It can never be.

Setting: A big, depressing city - 1940s

Tags:[M4F][Strangers to ?][Injured 1940s Gangster][Mysterious Cryptid Listener][1940s - Time Piece][Gang Tales][A City of Cryptids][Reverse Comfort][Healing][Surprise Reveal][Cliffhanger][Angst][TW: Violence/Stabbing/Mentions of Murder]

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[Scene opens in a big city in the 1940s]

[SFX: Powerful rain/ a faint confrontation]

[You are walking in the rain late at night. Your thoughts are heavy, as is the tension from a group of young man a bit up the street. You hear one young man in particular

“¡Ay, coño! You motherfuckers really want to go, huh?! C’mon then! You ain’t taking me out without a fucking fight!”

[SFX: A fucking fight]

[You pause a block away, watching the scrappy young man throw fists like a madman, even lifting a garbage can and bashing another poor gent with it]

[Rec. improv for fighting. Eddie can actually speak English, Spanish and French, so feel free to make him a ballistic Duo Lingo Owl]

[...]

[The tension cracks at last as the firecracker lets out a harsh grunt of pain and topples back against the wall]

“AGH! Of course, with the stabbing! Stab me again, prick! C’MON!”

[Pause!]

[At your yell, the other men flee, leaving their victim behind]

“Y-Yeah, that’s right! Run! Oogh… C’mon, blood, stay in… Daddy needs you in his veins…”

[SFX: Eddie slumping over with a groan]

[Pause…]

[SFX: The Listener approaching him]

[The young man looks up at you. His eyes are unfocused and wild]

“Hh… Hhk… Ugh… You a cop, pretty lady? Wait, are they letting ladies on, now? Man, I should tell my sister, if so. Bitch has a right hook way meaner than mine.”

[Pause…]

“Heh… No? What’s a pretty, hh… thing like you doing out here this late, huh?”

[...]

“Oho, you heard the scuffle… Sorry. I’ll try and get stabbed quieter, next time…”

[You kneel by him and he recoils. He’s a frightened animal at this point, running on instinct]

“Hey, hey, HEY! HEY! Back off! I’ll die when I’m good and fucking ready, you hear me?!”

[Pause…]

“Wh-...? My name…? What’s it to you?”

[Pause]

[SFX: The Listener gently messing with his shirt]

“...Eddie… S’ Eddie… Or, Edward, I guess… I don’t fucking know.”

[Pause]

[He coughs again. It is an unfortunately wet cough]

“I, uh… Yeah, I got jumped… Rival gang, probably… Didn’t exactly get a good look, you know?”

[Pause…]

[SFX: City ambiance/sad lofi, if desired]

“H-Hey… How come you’re moving me, huh? Ain’t nothing, hh, to be done now… Pretty sure he, nnh, hit something vital… And the hospital ain’t gonna take me, not anymore…”

[Pause…]

[He rests against the wall, watching you helplessly as you search for the wound]

“...I ain’t see you ‘round…. Hh… before… You new? Maybe from across the waters?”

[Pause…]

[He chuckles. Poorly]

“Eheh… Keep to yourself… I can respect it. Pretty lady like you? Bet the whole city would want a nibble… Nothing wrong with being the sort to enjoy their peace.”

[...]

[SFX: More unfortunately wet shirt-peeling]

[Pause???]

“Whaddya mean ‘Do I always wear sheer white shirts in the rain’??? Fuck off… Grown man, wear what he damn well pleases, rackum frackum…”

[Pause~]

[He chuckles. Or tries to]

“Yeah, well, you ain’t the first lady to call me a spicy little hoodlum… Ugh! Easy!”

[Pause?]

“Yeah, I reckon that’s the wound, considering’ you nearly poked your whole finger in it! Geezum Crow, lady, eeesh! You want a man to show his heart on his sleeve? Maybe don’t mean it literally!”

[Pause]

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am always this angry. Anything else you wanna jaw about, sweetheart? Cause, I won’t lie… Having you to look at while I go ain’t half bad.”

[Pause…?]

“W-What? My father…? What about him? He’ dead. Has been a long damned time.”

[SFX: The rain picking up]

[Pause…]

“Something to talk about while you see if you can help, huh…? I… Rrgh, fine… No point in taking the old man’s secrets to the grave. He was a gangster, same as me. Hustled his whole life under a crooked fuck who promised him the world and then left him to die after a deal gone wrong. Man crawled his way out, managed to limp home, just so he could look my mother in the eye and say, “Susie… I love you. I’m so sorry”, then died in her arms…”

[...]

[He lets out a bitter chuckle]

“I was… eight. Mom was sick, she couldn’t work… And losing Dad broke her. So, went to the fishing plant, got a job…”

[Pause…]

“Pfft, don’t patronize me, lady. I don’t have time to be sad over it…”

[...?]

“...Would I have done things differently, if I could…? I… I dunno… I saved up to try and buy a share of the plant, but then the man that killed my Dad came calling. Good ol’ Uncle Ramirez… Told me that I should be killing people, not fish. Told him he was a dumbass and the fish came to us dead. So he had me beat, and then I joined, like it or not. Figured my silver lining was that I’d get to murder the son of a bitch one day but, well…”

[He gestures to his bloody chest with a wince]

“You can probably gather he’s a little hard to get to… Eh, well… If I’m lucky, disease will take him, or one of the many people he’s pissed off will get him. Bastard won’t live forever, and the second I see him down there in the pits with me, hoho… He is in for it…”

[Pause]

[He’s quiet for a bit before you see his expression soften]

“...Could… Could I ask a favor…?”

[Pause?]

“Y…You ain’t gonna save me, Lady, I’ve lost way too much blood… Please… Please, Ma’s still alive, I-I… I don’t want her waiting up for a son that’s never coming home… Could you please let her know I ain’t coming home…? Please?”

[SFX: A gentle hum]

[Pause…]

“Look, it doesn’t matter if you say I’ll be fine in that soothing tone or not, you’re not going to-”.

[SFX: A brief blip of magic and then the rain coming back in, a bit softer]

[Your power floods through him as he’s properly distracted. He lets out a quiet grunt of surprise as the wound stitches shut and vitality returns]

“Guh! Uh…??? Wait…”

[SFX: The Listener standing]

“W-Wait, the wound is…? You healed it!”

[SFX: Him patting his chest wildly]

“How in the fuck…?! WHY in the fuck???”

[...]

[You look at him. He looks at you. He just seems to notice that the rain hasn’t impacted you at all]

“...Wait… The rain hasn’t… You’re bone dry… Agh..!”

[Eddie stands with a bit of effort. By the time he has, you’re several feet farther away]

[...]

“Hey! Where are you going?! Wait, don’t go!”

[...]

[He doesn’t move closer, but he wants to]

“...What… Who are you?”

[...]

[Pause]

“...Folks just call you ‘The Angel’, huh…? And you just… have the power to heal people?”

[...]

[Pause]

“...I will go tell my mother I love her, yeah… But… Will I see you again?”

[...]

“...I WANT to see you again.”

[...]

[SFX: Wings unfolding]

[You turn and unfold your wings. You hear him gasp in shock, or something, before you take flight]

“Wait-!”

[You can’t]

[SFX: The Listener vanishing]

[To be continued?]