Competition: Nameless #21 - Kim Wilkins

The street was grey, the buildings made of fog. It was neither night, nor day, and Leah had the distinct feeling that this was the end of things, that the world was disintegrating around her. Mist gathered at her feet. The sound of the posse's footsteps, hard and clattering against cement, now became squelching whispers. Then the buildings weren't buildings anymore, they were great billowing shapes around her. She became aware that she didn't know where she was going, where these Night Brethren even were; but somehow if she just put one foot in front of the other...

Drifting in and out...

A swamp, clouds of gas, the cold scent of mist... four figures, black and hard against the swelling grey shapes.

Her six companions ran, like dogs to their master. She kept moving, forward, forward, drifting... falling apart...

Snarling, growling, shrieking. All a long way away. A splash of crimson blood threaded through the grey.

Then a hard, black hand around her wrist. "How much do you want to live?"

"Not at all," Leah smiled. She looked in her hand for the stone, but her hand had disappeared. "I was never alive in the first place."


(Kim Wilkins)






(Crow Note: Due to Executive displeasure I have voluntarily discontinued the posting of Gun Crow installments. Gun Crows was only ever meant to be a bit of fun between the all important 'Nameless' pieces. My thanks go to Nathan Burrage, Felicity Dowker, Rocky Wood and everyone else who had good things to say about the Gun Crow adventure. Perhaps, one day, somewhere further down the dusty trail, the Crows will reappear and the last few shots of their showdown in Community will be fired. Until then... we sure did leave some cartridge cases gleaming in the dirt. S.S.)