That's right folks! It's back! DARTHO!
But, as this was Downtown London, this was not the case. There were not as many people as there was on Main Street and the ones that were there were too drunk to notice or just didn’t care about two orphans roaming the streets, no matter their condition.
If one thought the upper-streets of London was bad, obviously one had never been to Downtown London. The area was filled with the aura of death and decay, nobody travelled here unless they were running from something or someone. The population was that of drunken bums and degenerates that were most likely on the wrong side of the law. The only decent folk were the ones whom were half-mad or the lowliest of the low. They all ended up in the same place, Downtown London.
Tabitha and Ben
had never ventured into this area of London before and the only person whom they knew had been was The Illustrator. But he was hardly likely to be any help to them at the moment.
Coming from the alleyway, Tabitha and Ben
made their way slowly along the brick wall of a street corner. The dark cloud of smog seemed more ominous above them, no chance of sunlight at all today. In all her life, Tabitha had only seen the sun twice. Once, which she could not recall was when she was a baby and her father had held her in his arms at a window, the sunlight shining through the sheet of glass effortlessly.
(to be continued...)