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"I was fourteen when they shipped me from Dublin to Rome.” The brownstone was a three-story coffin left to rot in a neighborhood that was already half a graveyard yet Keane walked through it like he owned the deed, a black-clad ghost in a house full of monsters. He moved, and Ken just… followed a co

"He died." The two words might as well have been eggs cracked on asphalt for how quickly they dropped between the both of them. That… Ken’s eyes went wide, breath locking tight in his chest as he stared back at the father. That’s it? His mouth turned down in a frown. That can’t be it. Whole tragic b

Tap. Tap. Tap. The cracked asphalt under the man’s feet didn’t do a thing to slow or stumble his measured pace, worn leather shoes steady and staid. Ken’s own steps were more of a shuffle, his legs a restless counterpoint to Keane’s own. Tap. Tap. Tap. His tongue worked inside his mouth, poking at t

Chapter 25 The corner of the living room was a place he used to camp in growing up, his own little not-so-private area of the house. For the last couple days, though, it had also been his newest spot. Lying down here had gotten him some questions since last night but after passing out here around mi

Chapter 24 Pt II An hour of this. A whole damn hour of leaping between rooftops, and scanning dark piss-stained alleys, had left Kenny seeing absolutely nothing but the usual Blüdhaven bullshit. Just the same dumb drunks stumbling out of dive bars and puking their stomachs out into the gutters. Drug

Chapter 24 Fingers halfway interlinked, Kenny stood dead center in the narrow concrete canyon behind a long-empty laundromat. Pointers on both hands aimed skyward with his palms flush, he simply breathed slow as best as he could, the filth of the alley almost unnoticed as he closed his eyes and simp

Chapter 23 It was a low note droning against yet another set of cracked asphalt that kept him locked in and in his own head, four wheels spinning fast as the world blurred by. The streets of the Blud whined, wailed, and roared as rush hour traffic continued moving as slow as ever, allowing Kenny the

Chapter 22 “Airball!” In sheer defiance of Luigi’s attempt to speak evil on his skills, the ball swished through the net without even kissing the rim. “You wish.” The basketball court in Mellville Park was more crater than concrete after years gone to shit like the rest of the city. It was good enou

Kenny King folded his right leg over the other, new jeans still a little tight as he tried to get comfortable in them. Much like convincing vampires to go vegan, it was already starting to seem like a losing battle. After another minute of trying, Ken decided on surrender and just leaned back in his

Chapter 20: The Price of a Miracle Cold left his hands in a single stream, the cone of freezing air doing a great job when it came to putting out the last of the fires in the main hallway. Weird. One minute he was a walking flamethrower that could turn bloodsuckers to kitty litter, the next he was a

Chapter 19: The Slaughter "Arms up!" Marcus roared in Ken’s ear as the world went to shit. Guns were loud. Correction, guns were motherfucking loud. Especially when you were stuck in a underground box with walls bouncing the sound back at you ten times harder. The Crosscutters' shotguns went off all

Chapter 18: The Clinic I hate this. The sun had barely dipped below the shitty, smog-stained horizon when they arrived at the clinic, the place looking no different from any long-abandoned building in the Narrows. Shut down five years back, that’s what his mom had said. Bad blood transfusions led to

Chapter 17: The Blood Map The ozone off the back of those dinosaur-ass monitors Lucky had wired together down here was almost thick enough to taste. The hum underneath that wasn't the machines, though. Nah, that was all just people. Too many people. It was over two dozen grown-ass adults packed tigh

Chapter 16: The Ripple Effect Apparently, word traveled fast in the dark parts of Blüdhaven. Faster than bad rumors at school, it spread all the way through the vampire hunting cult he’d gotten himself caught up in. From the nuns to the street soldiers, they were all talking. Killing a handful of Ne

Luigi's apartment was a whole universe away from the South Docks. All brown wood walls, the place was more like a comfy suite than a regular apartment up in Bludhaven’s downtown. More than anything, it was far enough from the harbor that the fish-rot-and-vampire-dust perfume of last night was no lon

Chapter 14: The South Docks Shuffle “Whoooo boy, what you got for us tonight, Mr. Magic Eyes?” Kenny King rolled his (currently non-magical) eyes at Lucky’s little joke as they left Tyke’s beater van behind. The fact that it was actually his mama’s van answered one of his questions about why they us

The night is dark and full of terrors. Ken didn’t know where he heard that, but whoever said it was fucking right. “Son of a bitch!” Sewer yellow nails swiped at his face, each one probably able to dice him up as easily as a switchblade. Dark fingers caught the wrist and snapped it backward with a s

The night was dark and full of terror. He knew that well enough. The man ran through the back streets of Bludhaven like he had done dozens of times before, only now the stench of fear was his and his alone. Shoes slapped the wet alley floor, puddles splashing behind him as he did nothing but sprint