have the power to call back the rats, and therefore potentially save thousands before the spread could make it too far. Of course, he got a great deal of pleasure in telling me it was too late now. Alas the mortals didn't yet know it but the fleas that lived amongst the rats were the ones that spread the Black Death, and had already jumped and started biting their new hosts, infecting them.
I questioned how Pan knew any of this, but he mainly gave me that sadistic grin of his before he acted with violent intent. It had been right after Watson, that dick pincher, had disappeared that Pan had grabbed the front of my doublet and dragged me closer to his face, telling me,
“To underestimate me, is to die!” Then, before I could stop him, he reached in the leather bag that I held Percival in, took hold of him and crushed him to death in his fist before tossing him aside.
“NO!” I screamed, before running to where he’d landed and scooping up his broken little body, praying it wasn't too late… but it was.
He had killed my little Percival.
“Wwwhy… why would you do this… why would you do this to me?!” I sobbed from where I hunched over, holding him to my chest… my friend… my only friend.
“It's simple really, I needed someone gullible enough and easy to manipulate, and well, I do enjoy a good tight cunt to fuck in the meantime.” I winced at this before turning my head away in disgust.
“I meant nothing to you,” I muttered in pain and even as I said it, I wished I could have taken it back, for he merely laughed at me.
“You mean to me the same as that rat you hold in your hands, along with the rest of the population. You were a carrier, a tool to be used and nothing more, for I have everything I need…” He paused long enough to lean down on a bent knee to deliver his last words closer to me.
“… and soon, word will reach the King of who planned this and who is to be blamed for it all.”
“No…” I whispered as panic started to mix with my grief.
“Yes… and whilst they are chasing you through this mortal cesspool of shit, I will be sailing away with plans of resurrection. For the King of Kings’ days are numbered, as there will soon be someone more powerful taking his throne.”
“You will never get away with this,” I uttered, even if my voice sounded too small to back up the threat. Hence why he just laughed before taking hold of my chin and forcing my face cruelly back to his, where my hatred for him could be seen in my watery gaze.
“It was a shame, little Flittermouse… you would have made a good footstool at the end of my throne!” At this I could stand it no longer, I got up and punched my fist downwards across his face before taking him to the floor as I wrestled him to the ground, doing so with far more purpose than just anger.
Of course, I knew I was no match for Pan for I had laid witness to his strength many times before, and I was not exactly a pushover Pansy. In truth, I really had no idea who Pan was, as it had become clear that everything I had once believed had been planted like a baby sapling taking root. Years and years of being manipulated into believing whatever he wanted me to believe. There had been no truth in my life for these past few hundred years with him.
I had been a colossal fool.
And now my greatest crime of this foolishness would end up being at the expense of mortal lives. A disease I loathed more than any other before it had come back to haunt me. Which meant that I would once again find myself running from it, along with trying to escape the punishment in paying for Pan’s crimes.
So, yes, in that moment I fought and without much care, for I felt as if I had little choice left. I needed something. Just one thing that I knew had the potential to aid me in my redemption. One last fuck you to an enemy I hadn't known I had been in bed with all these years!
As predicted, Pan subdued me quite easily, and I was knocked off him with a punch to the face that I could feel