Dominick turned and fled blindly, right into a brick-wall of a man. He struck his chest face-first with a loud "OOF!"

Rubbing his head, he glanced tentatively toward the figure now towering over him. He couldn't hold back a whispered "Holy..."

Before he could finish the thought, the winged creature spoke quietly. "Watch yourself, boy.

"You never know who you'll run into."

Dom got up on legs that didn't want to hold him and raced out of the alley as fast as he could. The creature continued to stare quietly.

"And our little eavesdropper?"


A new voice spoke from the darkness. "I'll take care of it."

summary written by Cherie

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