Cowards!

[Robert Pratt]

It had been a normal night for Robert, nothing out of the ordinary in the slightest. He was sitting on top of a coffin in Crypt 13, waiting to see if Oria would show up to cast that nifty power she had that always made him feel more revitalised when the sun rose than normal. He eyed Liz who was curled up on another one, snoring and drooling everywhere and just shook his head - still unsure what to do about the man in the long run. He was definitely no danger to anyone but himself - so long as he didn't get his hands on a weapon at least. If he got himself a weapon, Robert had no idea what would happen if the man got himself a gun. To be honest, it was a damn scary thought!

He heard one of the doors open and looked around to see a woman enter. His eyes glanced over her and offered her a smile. He'd not seen her before, this thin woman with the very striking eyes, long black hair and beautifully smooth, light brown skin. She was certainly a beauty who probably had all of the men chasing after her - but of course Robert didn't think of such things in relation to himself, so he simply smiled and nodded his head to her. It wasn't the first time that he'd seen someone else here, because as he understood it this was an open place for any and all to come to for help and guidance. So he didn't think anything of her being there.

He turned back to look at Liz, still contemplating what to do with the man when he heard words being mumbled behind him. He turned and looked to find the woman standing behind him - right behind him in fact. He opened his mouth to ask what she was doing when suddenly the room seemed to spazz out around him, twisting and turning. He lifted his hands to his eyes to rub them, feeling an unusual sensation in his stomach as he did. He lowered his hands from his face and found himself somewhere else - surrounded by people he'd never seen before.

Once more he opened his mouth to speak when they seemed to all move as one and the pain began. It all happened in a blur, each face being burned into his memory as the pain increased upon his body. He wobbled on his one leg, his crutches having been left behind in the crypt when he'd been teleported out, and fell to the floor on his hands and knee.

His chest bled profusely from where the old Fae wound had still been healing, now enlarged by a gunshot wound as well. His arm weakened beneath him as he felt a blade slice through the skin of his upper arm, causing him to cry out. He collapsed to the floor, rolling onto his back as the same arm was then sliced off below the elbow and faded into nothing. He tried to ask them why - these unknown faces that hovered above him, looking down with what he perceived to be such hatred. He saw a gun lift and aim into his core, before it was fired. He felt the slugs bore into his gut and he doubled up in pain.

He looked around them all, pleading with them silently, wanting to know why. He'd done nothing wrong to them. Done them no harm. So why, why was he being treated so? A blade glinted in the light and he simply stared at it as the bearded man who held it pointed it at his heart and then dropping to his knee - plunged it into his body and piercing his already twice injured heart.

The shock ran through him like an ice cold shiver, as he stared at the man's back. He felt cold, colder than normal and his head swum. It was a very odd sensation drifting off into nothingness as your body vanished from sight and faded like a shadow in the light. He had no idea what to expect, what came next, or if he'd manage to survive - if survival was even an option. His head felt strange and he felt like he was going to throw up. He lifted his hand to his line of sight and he could look right through it. He chuckled softly in his madness and began to sing as he faded from existance so that all that was left was his baritone voice drifting in the air, until that too faded into nothingness with a whispered question.

A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there
Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who...

Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there...

Hope I didn't take up too much of your time..........