Colt Davin
Location: Road's End - Das Thulewerk
Phase: Evening Phase
Date: 08.09.1994 (THU)
Weather: Overcast
Frauke put an end to the silence she imposed with a sigh, but Colt’s own silence carried on. Her last words snatched the air from his lungs, the sight from his eyes. All the world that he could see disappeared, leaving only the black revolver with the spiral barrel.
When that name reached his ears…
"Whaaat~? You're sulking again? Oh alright, c'mere you..."
That long forgotten voice trapped in a locked away memory echoed in his thoughts again, for just a fraction of a second.
Freeshooter. Free. The opposite of whatever he was, caged in this repeated week.
The boy inhaled deeply, forcing himself to breathe manually. But his eyes stayed locked on the gun.
“In her blood, huh…?” Colt broke his silence. He stared firmly at the encased gun, behind his eyes was a painful whirlpool of questions. There was so much he should know that he didn’t. He might never get back the things behind that wall in his mind. But there was one thing he was certain of, after putting a crack in that wall. After peering through it, at what he’d lost. “Well, it’s in mine too.”
If he couldn’t get those things from behind that lock, he would get them from this town.
He ripped his eyes from the display and turned to the shop-owner.
“We skipped the introductions, but this is Tristellia, or just Tris for short, and I’m Colt.” Colt’s hand gestured toward Tris as he offered her name, then back to himself. “Sorry to change the subject, but…”
The words of Frauke returned to his mind.
'I loan it for those who are desperate and in need of power.'
“What happened here, in this town, to Remington? To make her need a weapon like that…” The teenager tried to keep a blank expression, but the grim answers he expected manifested in his eyes. In his voice, which felt like it might crack. “What did this place do to my sister?”