Falling back down again, how many times would he return here? A sickly flow of Life forced into and knit the Obrimos back together. Spade looks up in shock, and Donnie Briggs crudely smiled back down, his warped features more animal the man. Spade’s eyes refused to focus more clearly. He tried to struggle, to yell. Tug merely tightened his grip and put a gnarled sausage finger to his lips.

“Shhh… “

‘Grahk!’ Spade manages in response and the swings a weak fist at the former pro-athlete. Tug blocks the blow with his free arm as easily as if he was toying with a child.

“Tell me.” Donnie purrs “ TELL ME!” He roars, he is furious, he is mad.
Spade wants to refuse; He wants to tell the traitorous bastard where his Thrysus ass should go. But Spade’s own fear took over and he desperately said anything that might sooth the Demonic Tug. Anything that might keep himself alive just a little longer.

To bad Donnie had ripped out Spade’s voice-box last he struck. “Useless.” Tug sneers, as Spade garbles out a string of incoherent babbling. Donnie drops Spade, letting him fall back to the wet rooftop. He then takes flight in his bird form. His job finished.

Spade watches him leave. Shocked that he had so quickly sold his allies, and that it had not even mattered.
Spade was alive. Tug had left Spade alive. He struggles to his knees and looks around/ Shadow, Henry, Errant; their bodies ripped apart and scattered across the roof.. Spade looked down at himself, he wasn’t much better. Worse maybe for he was still alive.
Spade would have to get a move on if he was to find Orphan and the others. Where had Orphan gone?

Spade crawled to the edge of the roof where last he had seen Orphan, hanging over the edge. Tug threw him over. Looking down Spade only saw a mass of Fleshies.

Something moved out of the corner of his eye.

Spade turns to face it, but his quick movement makes his head spin. There are things, Fleshies; feasting on the corpses. Many watch Spade. They watch him hungrily.
Afraid, and Spade stumbles to his feet, the pain of the motion making him retch. Why had Donnie left him to die? The Fleshies began to move in, pressing Spade back, blocking the stairs, blocking the fire escape.
Spade felt himself step back to the roof’s edge and he looks down. He would die if he fell.
He would die if he jumped.

Spade stands high atop a wall. Death waited. The Aether did not shine down. But Spade would not let himself be ripped apart and eaten. Not while he lived.
Spade jumped.

For a moment he hung out over the gray world. He hung their, seeing Granite Park. He saw what it could have been. A beautiful place of trees and peaceful lakes. And then he fell.

The pain was unbearable. Spade refuses to open his eyes, His legs refuse to move, as did his left arm.
The sound of frenzied running surrounds him now. Spade died screaming while he was torn apart. His soul broken too much to ever be fixed.