First part of a dream I had about Pesha and his sidekick.
Most would say it's a lapse of memory. Others the beating. Perhaps it was both, or neither of these. Myself, I cannot say. All I know is the feel of the blows that suddenly fell upon me.
I knew it was real from the weight of the first blow, yet I couldn't help wish it was a dream as they continued, and continued.
I felt the blood sliding down my face, the cold, hard cobblestone beneath my back. Pain was nearly all consuming in the forefront of my mind.
Then, a cry the like of which would make a hellhound's roar seem a kitten's mewl. Pesha was there. Among them, in them, driving them off. Lifting me from the ground. Calling my name...
"Pitti..."
Were those tears in his eyes?
"Pitti..."
I felt a coolness on my face. A coolness of which it seemed I'd not felt for years. A hand's coolness. I opened my eyes slightly.
Pesha held me in his arms, rocking me as gently as if I were a babe. He whispered the same words, over and again, a mantra: "Tibya, tibya, yalu blu, tibya. Yalu blu." His eyes were sunken, sleepless, black-rimmed and bagged. Their stunning brightness made them sinister.
"Pesha?" At first, he stared at me as one in a dream. Felt my face, seeming to wondering if I was real. Satisfied, he leaned over me and made a low, keening sound I'd never heard come from him. The sound a man would make if all was lost to him.
"Pitti, Pitti, Pitti." My name from his lips in my ear, a drug, his eyes said, he couldn't get enough of. "Pitti. Pitti." I moved to sit, he pressed me down. Then I felt the bandages on my head.
"How long was I...?"
"Days. Two days. Two long, horrible days." Pesha's voice broke into a harsh chuckle, his eyes taking on a deranged look. "I'll find them. I'll gut them all, those that I didn't. I swear, I swear by any God you please." He froze, seeing the look on my face. The sneering smile that had been in command of his features allowed them to form a bewildered expression. "You're frightened of me?" It wasn't a question.
"Pitti..." His voice was strangled. "No, no, don't be afraid, no." He moved to me. I found myself in his hold again, rocked into a ready state of half-sleep. A deep hum vibrated through his chest, his long fingers stroking the hair from my face. I was asleep again.
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