Dark Heresy: Ratcatchers: The Hounds

[Acco Spoot]

The rain stops, finally Bin is able to get a light on his lho stick, he takes a long, easing, puff, the sort which takes the edges off a stressed addict. He takes a look over to the Interrogator, whose eyes bounce and run over every inch of Bin, he stands, stiff with his arms loosely to his sides, he reveals everything, the superficial elements at least, he holds back his demonic stare, his beady eyes counting the floor.

When he looks back the crowd has grown once again, the interrogator has his eyes off Bin, good. From the amount of salutations, the language of respect and admiration, the careful glancing at the idolatry of the newcomer, he seethed at the idea of such friendly, familial, connectivity, "How mush do you love yar grox wife?" Bin overhears and rubs his eyes, teeth together and gnawing. A slap on the back, a handshake and the klak toes of a sharp salute and suddenly-

The thickened straight cane cracks down on the young boys back, the prayer pauses for a moment, a tear is hastily withheld.

-Bin withdraws his hands from his pockets, following the group onto the shuttle, his little brass charm and the frayed rope upon which it hangs lay in the cup of his left hand, the dirty string sticking to the freshly drawn blood, red running down the valleys and flashings of the moulded brass figurine; pressed deep into flesh of his palm.