Snippet #1992035

Charon's mad dash for his drop-off point was going quite smoothly; well, as smoothly as his usual deliveries went, which is to say he was not actively bursting into flames. His mind didn't stray as it usually did on his runs, a fact that would have surprised him had he not been so focused on the task at hand. He turned a corner, skidding slightly on the dirt covering the street, and came face-to-face (actually more mid-shin-to-maybe-face) with a small, black... thing, about the size of a cat. Charon's running instincts took over in response to this new threat, causing him to vault over the mystery creature in a failed attempt to save momentum and allow him to bypass any other obstacles as quickly and cleanly as possible. The only reason his attempt failed was due to the fact that the creature he attempted to suavely vault merely reached it's claws out and scratched the back of Charon's calf as he passed over. Rather than succumbing to the temptation to turn around and kick the damn animal into next week, Charon merely bit the inside of his lower lip and pressed onward, trying to ignore the pain in his leg and the sound of the creature pursuing him as he made his winding way towards the clock tower.

As he bolted into view of the structure, Charon's focus was broken and his eyes widened at the sight of hundreds of the little black animals swarming all over hell and creation. Only adding to his astonishment was the guy he saw swinging a giant wrench he was fairly certain did not exist a second before then, and yet another guy walking along with two tiny women. Due to his lack of focus, he took a header right into the ground, his legs tangling together beneath him and causing him to trap one of the shadow creatures underneath his chest. As he laid on the ground trying to catch his breath, the creature trapped beneath him began to frantically attempt to claw it's way out of Charon by way of his ribcage. Not wanting to become a victim of a reverse chest-burster type scenario, Charon rolled over quickly, grabbing the surprisingly weighty creature and throwing it off to the side. "Look, all I want to do is deliver this package. Not cure cancer, not fight evil, not save the world. Just this package. That's it." He growled at the thrown creature, who began rising and dusting itself off as Charon did the same. "I don't know what you are, or what you want, and I can't honestly say I care enough to find out. All I know is, this damn box," Charon ranted, thumping his hand against the box. "Has something in it that is worth something to someone. All I want is to get it out of my hands. Is that too much to ask?" He finished, glaring at the creature as it glared back. He knew something was going to have to happen between himself and this animal, but he knew not what it was.