He made it out of the building through a back door and into another alleyway, throwing the things he stole in his pockets. This alleyway one was different from the other one, instead of smelling dead it smelled more like oil and rust. Although that was a given due to all of the pipes and machinery that surrounded him.
He walked a little further, there was no one there. Not even a rat or a bug. It was just a decelet yard of pipe and steampunking. Gears, steam valves, etc. It was paradise to mechanics. But he wasn't a mechanic, so it was just hazardous land to him.
He didn't like it but he went through. He walked and walked but everything looked the same to him. Maybe it was the steam and smog getting to him. And it most likely was, because he felt sick. Like he had to puke, and he could barely breathe. He had hope that he could get through but that hope started to die the more he coughed and had to breathe all of the fumes.
He saw light but it could have been his eyes. He heard voices, maybe it was his brain. But no, he walked out of the alley. He marched right into a crowd. He was covered in whatever was in the alley, but no one paid attention to him. He walked out of the crowd and into what seemed like an inn.
A bell rang and a middle aged fat man came over to him and started to take off his coat. "Hello, Hello! Welcome to The Alexandra Arms Inn. Let me take this-" The man took off the coat and noted the blood, and the revolver but decided not to speak about it.
"Hello, I'm sorry since you just took my coat, but I have no coins." The man gave a sour look of disappointment. "Boy, if I wanted your coins I would have already asked!" He was in shock. He thought that the man would kick him out. That's what he would do.
The man then led him to one of the rooms. "This is going to be your room. My name is Howard Park. If you need anything, just call my name." Then Howard scurried away. But he soon came back with a key. "Sorry, forgot this." Then he scurried away for real.
He looked down at the key. It was weirdly shaped and barely even looked like a key. Through some mild hesitation he put it into the lock on the door, and genuinely enough it opened. But not without a squeak or two. He walked into the room. It had a rather gloomy and sad essence to it. He also noted that the room smelt sour. He looked around and noticed that the bed was on the floor.
It wasn't the best but it was free. And it seemed, over here, everyone didn't know he was a Blessed. Which was good because if the first encounter was anything to go off. People didn't seem to like the Blessed.
He went over and sat on the bed it creaked, and squealed. He took off his dress shirt, and revolver. He examined the cut that his attacker had left. He noticed his blood was a more purple-ish color rather than the normal red. The cut didn't hurt when he was stabbed and that still held up now.He set the shirt on the bed and the revolver. He felt where he thought he was stabbed, but nothing was there, it seemed the cut had already healed.
But there was still blood so he decided to go to the bath. He exited his room and walked down the hall. He looked and looked but it seemed there was no bath. So he took the next best option. "Howard, come here please. I need help."
Howard scurried as fast as his feet could go. He made it to him in record time, although now out of breath. "Y-you called?" He said in a huff. "Where is the bath?" He asked in a laugh. "It's…Hang on…It's the 12th door to the right." he said quietly in between big huffs. He wandered off to the bath without saying a word. Howard, wanting a reward for his efforts, yelled at him. "AT the very least you could say thank you!" He looked at Howard. "Thank you. Also, don't yell."
Howard gave him a smug smile. "Your welcome blessed~" He stopped for a second before continuing. "You should know that, that word means nothing to me." Howard laughed and walked away, as he entered the bath.
The bath seemed to be better cleaned than his own room. He started the water and waited till it was about half. He went in and layed down. The bath was nice, the water wasn't too hot nor too cold. He saw the water turn the same purple as his blood. It was washing off. Soon all the blood was off. He put on a different pair of clothes that he found and walked into the hall.
He noticed Howard cleaning the front. Howard spotted him and grinned. "Hello. What brings you back to me, blessed?" He sent Howard a glare before going to his coat. He took it then headed back to his room. Once he got there he noticed that his cost was patched up. He looked at the bed and noticed his outfit was also fixed and there were coins.
He took the coins and put back on his normal outfit, and revolver and walked back to the front. No one was there. There were even cobwebs in the corners. He walked out back into the now dark and empty street. He walked all the way to the end of the town, where he saw a gate. He stepped forth and walked past the gate. He was then transported to another town. Where he saw a poster with his face. He shot it, then walked into the new bussiling town.