Pain Is Weakness For Ciaran

[Reuben Slade]

Pain Is Weakness

Ciaran O'Malley

[Ciaran O'Malley]

13;  BLINDED TEMPORARILY.

Something had been thrown in his eyes.  There'd been a stand off between Slade's group and one of a neighboring crime lord's posse.  Ciaran and two other enforcers were confronted with a few enemies of the rival mob.  A fought broke out among them, and there had been a bottle smashed -- it's content spread into the air right in front of his face.  He started coughing, and fuck it made his eyes burn.  Ciaran stumbles back into the brick wall in the alley;  he hears the sound of footsteps running away, and then he feels two pairs of hands pulling him up.

"You all right?"  "Oy, stay with us!"

"I can't see,"  he wheezes out.  "I can't fucking see -- --"  He chokes, coughing a few more times. 

They get him into a warehouse and clean him up.  After drinking some ale, his throat felt better, but his eyes are effectively swollen shut.  Ciaran rubs a hand over his mouth as he sits on a table.  He doesn't know what this means.  If he can't see, his life's fucking over.  He's going to kill those fuckers.  How dare they attack him like that?  It was playing fucking dirty.  

"Boss is here,"  someone calls out at the back of the room.  Ciaran turns his head in the direction of footsteps, breathing a little heavily.  He's still affected by the bottle's contents.  It could have been gun power or pepper -- or something worse.

"M'all right,"  Ciaran calls out.  He knows he probably looks bad.  It is bad.  

Tag: Reuben Slade