Blood on the Hand
Vhalar 112 716, 20th Break
Location: Patrick's Apartment
It had gotten dark out apparently. Patrick tossed over from his left side onto the right as the frame squeaked, the cushion of his bed ruffled from the movement as a light brightened the dark underneath his eyelids. He opened them slowly as he drifted in and out of sleep, his mind retraced to earlier today when he would've lit the lamp... but he didn't. He'd remained at home all day and indoors, the need for a nap came earlier due to lack of actual rest from waiting. Ever since he'd found his home ransacked he knew it was only a matter of time, before someone would dare try and pay him a visit once more. That time had finally come however.
A figure sat at the table with his features highlighted by the lamp, bronzed skin with dark hair and the usual goatee... It was Kar. He'd sat there just watching, waiting for Patrick to come around. "Sleep well?" He muttered as he leaned back into his chair, his eyes faltered to a metallic object between his fingers. It was a dagger. "Course you did. You would've heard me come in otherwise." Patrick rose slowly as he sat at the edge of the bed, his heart already in a frantic beat as he watched Kar with wild eyes. "Please. Don't get up, just... stay put." He pointed the weapon to Patrick as he rose from the chair, his eyes cold and yet somehow worried.
Patrick raised his hands in the form of a surrender, a hard swallow sounded as he finally found the will to speak. "I- uh, I could use a drink." He requested with hopes Kar would humor him on his behalf, the knight held an icy stare until a smirk cracked from his lips, the dagger lowered as he moved over to Patrick's cabinet. He knew where it was kept after all, because he'd been here once already. Patrick spent the entire previous day cleaning up what mess was left of his place, but overall nothing was really stolen or broken like one expected it to be. All that trouble just so Kar could find a book, one little black book he so desperately wanted. Here he was now in Patrick's own home, threatening him with a dagger even no less. Patrick scratched his chest for a moment as he looked around, curious as to how the knight managed to get in through the door.
Kar brought him the only bottle left it seems, the last drink for the last night on this earth. Just what was this drink? Bourbon. Something he was never particularly fond of, but all things considered he didn't have much of an option now. Kar handed it over cautiously and Patrick took it with ease, the cork pulled out as he went in for one good swig. He could hear the knight chuckle as he watched Patrick, a moment to savor the flavor of the spices transpired before he finally released a breath. "Good stuff you know."
"Yeah... Yeah I know."
"Now that you've wet your whistle, let's have a little chat before the end. Hm?" Kar encouraged as he took a seat once more, the daggers tip pointed on the table as he spun it at the pommel from his fingertip. "You've got somethin' that belongs to me Pat, somethin' I would like to have back before anybody gets hurt."
"The book." Patrick posed as he leaned forward a little with his eyes down on the bourbon, curious as to how much he could drink before this conversation was over. Kar seemed to smile in his casual demeanor as he gave a nod.
"Yeah, the book. I knew you had to be the one who found it. Surprised you didn't turn it in honestly, just what would your brother think?" He retorted with another chuckle and Patrick felt his grip tighten on the bottle. "Oh that's right. You probably thought it'd help you figure it out didn't you? Reveal just who exactly killed Dominek that night?" His chuckle grew into a small laugh that died just as quickly as it manifested, the dagger still while its point remained anchored at the table. "Well I'll save you the time. I did."
Patrick's eyes widened as his stomach twisted in a knot, the bottle in his hands nearly dropped as fast as his heart did. Kar... It was Kar who killed Dom? He felt tears start to well in his eyes as he went in for one good chug of the bottle, one quiet word uttered after his throat overcame the burn that followed from the chug. "Why?"
"What? Why did I kill him? Or why tell you?" Kar retorted as his lips cracked a menacing grin once more. "Well for starters Dominek was too stupid, he didn't realize just how much he was getting in my way. As for you," The tip of the dagger slowly started to scrape along the wood towards, "well you're not going to be much of a problem either in a little bit."
"The knights 're on patrol, all I gotta do is whistle an' they-"
"Won't come." Kar stopped there as he rose a stand once more. "See I knew they were around and I also knew... that your girlfriend was on her way." Patrick's eyebrows furrowed as he thought back, the only one that he would've.... Rei. Rei was on her way? Shit! How did he know this?! Did he have somebody working with him?! "I figured it'd be romantic if she got to watch you bleed out, didn't do much good when them fod-sacks from the Dust failed to kill you." Patrick's jaw actually dropped as he immediately reflected back to when he was a hostage at the infirmary, and Rei had to suffer at the hands of those ruffians from the Dust Quarter because of their fallen companion. "Yeah, that was me too." Kar looked over to the window and then back to him with a devious grin. "Sorry."
"Kar... Why go this far?" Patrick finally muttered as he looked back down at the bottle, aware that the knight drew in only a few steps.
"Because Pat," His voice grew low and angry, "you screwed up like Dom did. And now Rei's gonna be distracted by the knights just long enough for me to deal with you, and then leave as if I were never here to begin with." Pat doubted it were that easy, but he didn't care any longer now. Rei was on her way and hopefully with help behind her, something that gave Patrick energy to fight back compared to earlier. "It really is tragic though," Kar mused as he slowly drew closer in to Patrick, "sorry it had to end like this."
"Yeah..." Patrick's eyes fell to the floor where he watched Kar's feet, the bottle in his hands twitched as he felt its contents swirl within. "Me too!" As Kar had taken a step forward Patrick lunged at the knight, bottle in hand as he readied himself for a fight. It would be a fight for his life he didn't dare to lose.