More Than Strange

Word: Brontide- the low rumbling of distant thunder

The rain was pouring heavily, thunder booming in the distance, when Harry stumbled upon Nick. The detective was bruised, bleeding from nasty bite and claw marks, and looking like death warmed over. Harry carefully helped the injured man to his feet, and brought him back to his small home a few blocks down the road. He cleaned and bandaged the older man, using only Mundane first-aid since Mundanes seemed to have bad reactions to Magical healing. He didn’t ask any questions from Nick, just stayed silent and watchful. Harry could sense that the injured man was different. 



Finally, Nick looked over at him, grey eyes sharp and seeming to look into Harry’s very soul. “You’re not human, are you?” he asked, voice raspy from his earlier fight against a Wesen that had been preying on young children. That man was dead now, Nick being forced to kill him in defense when the Wesen attacked him. Harry stared back, green eyes flashing with his magic. “I’m human, just different than most humans. Though, you don’t feel human or like me either.” he answered back, face giving nothing away. Thunder rumbled again, sounding closer than 30 minutes ago.



Nick gave a rough chuckle, a grimace from pain twisting his handsome features. Harry gave a small smile, before handing Nick the glass of water and painkillers. “Thanks.” Harry nodded in welcome at Nick’s word. “You can stay here for the night, and I can help you to the hospital tomorrow, if your injuries get worse.” Harry told him, brows furrowed as he looked over the injured older man. “Yeah, I don’t think I’d be able to go anywhere right now,” Nick grunted out.

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