MALCOLM
Over a month ago.
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My being narrows down to the cool press of metal against my throat. "A life for a life!" Elenora screams, har claws holding me in place. My consciousness trickles away like the blood dribbling out of the open cut. I fight to stay lucid, my eyes on Gwen's white face on the stairs.
Fury grips me, at Elenora. At myself. Once again, I am helpless to save the woman I love. With that realization, I feel pain fork across my neck. My world slows.
When I start to gurgle on my blood, Elenora lets go, leaving me to land limply on the floor, rapidly losing sensation allover my body. I am...dying. When darkness begins to creep around the edges of my vision, I hear an unholy scream. Gwen, I think dimly before I am sucked under.
Hours, days, (weeks?), pass by before I
