[Someone is waking up in his bed, a dull throbbing still registering faintly at the back of his head. And something else... the coppery scent of blood.]
[As his senses return, the scent grows steadily stronger, causing him to jerk upright and then immediately glance down at his clothes. What the hell happened? The last thing he remembers is that man with the glut of apples and...]
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Date: 2010-09-26 02:10 am (UTC)