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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Spook%20Quest Springheel hits another roof, my stomach doing insane flips, over and over itself, trying to throw up what little food is still left inside of it.
Springheel releases me when I slap on his thigh, stumbling on the rooftop tiles for a moment, before I hack up some weak bile.
He’s been leaping high over the city for the better part of the night… and we’re getting nowhere. Wherever that killer went, he’s given us the slip. “It seems that we’ve lost our prey.” Springheel muses to himself, idly using his claws to scratch at his face.
He’s so casual with those things, even when they look like they could slit my neck open with the slightest flick.
I start to speak, but it turns quickly into a groan, “Hurk-” I cover my mouth, before regaining myself, wiping my chin. “I think, he’s gone into hiding with the guards after him, leaping around like this isn’t doing us much good.”
Springheel lets out a rattling sigh, “You may well be right, human child.” He nods, his glowing red eyes still intimidating as they wave around in the dark. “And besides, dawn approaches quickly. I’m afraid once dawn breaks, I will be of no help to you.”
I try to ignore the exhaustion of not sleeping for nearly a day straight at this point, “Why’s that?” I ask, shoving myself back to my feet.
Springheel rolls his neck, his hooked and hunched form turning as he faces west across town, back the way we came. “The sunlight will turn my skin to stone until dusk has ended, human child. And you will have a longer trek walking by the city streets to return home.”
>Alright, take me back to the Bulls Head Inn>I think I might walk, stomach still feels weak>No, we need to keep looking for the killer>Write in 