[ RF ] A life altering inheritance .

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 Hill Flint snarled and snatched the girl's arm, dragging her away from the dead and dying would-be thugs and away from the growing crowd of appalled onlookers. Most's attention was on the bleeding pile of worm meat; those close enough to recognize the blood on Flint's jacket gave him the way, and wise enough not to bring attention to him and to themselves. 
 
 Flint past a hawker selling ancient wristwatches and jewelry, dodged a feeble looking beggerwoman who he knew could see quite well, never mind what the eye patch said before slipping into a side street. He shoved the girl against the slimy brick and stared hard at her, his gaze simmering between icy and raging. 
 
 `` Right then. You're gon na tell me what just the fuck happened back there and you're gon na tell it to me right now. And god-fucking-help-you if you do n't spill everything.'' 
 
 The girl who called herself Faith gulp visibly, her amber eyes wide with alarm. 
 
 `` Those men were bounty hunters-'' 
 
 `` I know they were fucking bounty hunters!'' Flint snarled, slamming his fist into the brickwork. `` I meant why were they chasing after a fucking teenager?!'' 
 
 A looming silence hung between them, broken only by the sound of something dripping onto the cobblestones. Faith glanced down and saw a small but growing pool of blood at Flint's feet. 
 
 `` You're bleeding!'' 
 
 Flint's stare did n't waver from her. 
 
 `` No shit, Sherlock. Now answer the damn question.'' 
 
 Faith took a deep breath, wondering how much she could trust with a man who just tore apart five armed men as effortlessly as breathing. 
 
 `` This is gon na sound crazy...'' 
 
 At that Flint had to laugh, a curious thing without mirth. He gave a pained grin, and pressed his left hand to the shallow cut on his side. 
 
 `` Well I just had five killers do their fucking best to turn me into a kabob skewer and all. So please, try me.'' 
 
 Faith sighed and reached down into her suspiciously clean shirt to pull out a pendant. Flint swore as it caught the light. 
 
 `` Do you know what this is?'' 
 
 *'' Do I know what this is? `` * Flint mocked. `` Would I be fucking swearing if I did n't? The question is: where did you get it? Any elf who lost that would have killed themselves in shame. And I'm pretty sure you did n't kill an elf. So how did you get it?'' 
 
 Faith quickly tucked the necklace back under her shirt, pausing to glance both ways down the alley to check that they were certainly alone. Slowly, deliberately she pulled the hood off her head and brushed a thick lock of nut brown hair behind her ear. A pointed ear. 
 
 Flint paled, and felt his balls draw themselves up into his diaphragm. 
 
 `` Son of a bitch.''
