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Nicodemus's Sacrifice

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Why on earth did I think this was a good idea? Nicodemus thought in dismay. His beak was bound tightly, keeping him from moving his mouth. Likewise, his feet and hands were wrapped tightly with thick wire, restricting movement to uncomfortable shuffles. The vehicle he was in hit a bump, tossing him across the bed of the pickup truck. He groaned. He just had to open his big mouth. It all started earlier that evening. Nicodemus was out on a walk, trying to work of the frustration of hitting yet another dead end on his research for a cure. He had tried a countless number of experiments, and he seemed to be drawing close, but nothing he found could completely eradicate the disease. He was about ready to start pulling his feathers out. As he walked, he rounded a corner heading into a dark alley. To his surprise, he found someone else there, sitting beside a dumpster with his face buried in his arms. Nicodemus had almost missed him, he seemed to blend with the shadows that surrounded him. …show more content…

However, he had made the same mistake a few days prior with Gekido, and his arm still ached miserably from the vicious bite he had received. Upon further inspection, the man didn’t seem to be moving. Was he dead? Was he hurt? If he was only injured, perhaps Nicodemus could help him. He quickly moved into a position around the dumpster where it would be harder for the man to see him. “Hey, are you alright?” he called, carefully listening for any response. “Hey, are you still alive? Do you need help?” he asked a little more forcefully, moving out of his hiding place a little more to get a better look. The man was staring right at him, his eyes bloodshot. Nicodemus did a sharp intake of breath, holding it as they stared each other down. The man looked dirty and exhausted, black smudged on his hands and

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