Out of the Frying Pan

After seeing that her magic was not at all useful at all, Serenity realized that she had to hone her skills. She thought that if she traveled with the murderer and his freaky bitch that she would get that chance. However because of what had happened so far in this day, she had to be careful of their movements. She put on her green-brownish cloak, perfect for hiding in shadows and coincidentally, swamp lands.

"Alright," she said to the murderer," Ill go with you, but not for you... Just keep that in mind. I dont know who you are and who your bitch is, but I just want to help myself to something."

Of course, there were no swamps in a 1,000 mile radius and for some reason, the plot decided not to go that way (I wonder why).

However, a thought would resurface on Clark's mind. Namely, something he'd have to do in order to get his fix.

"Ah fuck..." Clark though to himself. His leg started to hurt even more, and he needed to go to the apocothary. He headed for the shop, and uttered the password to get in.

(Im not additicted to herion or something, im addiccited to PAIN KILLERS. The first musket ever created got shot on me, so my leg hurts like a fucking bitch all the time. )

A man was standing at the door, preventing entrance.

"Do you have her head?" He asked, menacingly.

He turned to serenity, hiding in the shadows to run and meet him later. He said to the man "No, Sir, For I have mutilated it too deeply. It lies a Pile of brain, bone and sinew. I may retrive it, if you so desire"

"Bullshit. You're not covered in blood anywhere except your leg. You lying bastard! Get out of here before I get every man in this den to come out and kill you."