WARNING!
There is swearing in this.
Chapter 1
There is swearing in this.
Chapter 1
Under a moonlit sky a
lone fishing boat bobbed on the black water. Two silhouettes sat in the boat.
One stood rapidly and raising his voice, said “We should kill him now! His
continued existence presents a threat to our whole operation.”
“Calm yourself, and you know very well why we
can’t.” said the sitting one in a voice almost like honey but for the rough
edge on it.
The standing one
chuckled. “You believe those old wives tales?” he chucked again.
“So, your brother is still alive then?”
The standing one
chuckled a third time, this time nervously. “That was… a freak accident. That
wasn’t…”
The sitting one spoke
again. “You know it is true. And even if that were not you cannot deny that
every agent we have sent to kill that boy has either vanished completely, or
turned up dead without a scar.”
“How do we know the he is the one? He hasn’t moved
on us, or even shown he knows of our existence.” The standing many said.
“You would know why if you used your brain for once.
All the evidence is there and you damn well know it.” The smooth voiced man
snapped. “The creature that is protecting the boy forces our belief.” The
silhouetted head turned back to the other man after having glanced at the
water. “Even if it forces out belief in some ‘old wives tales’.”
CLANG. CLANG. CLANG. THUD. A loud yell rang out from
under the leather awning as the youth there smashed his thumb with the hammer
he had been using to pound the metal.
“PEPIN!” Came from the boy. A youngish girl of around
15 ran from the door of the house and came under the awning and stared at the
boy. “Please get the salve. Now.” The boy said through gritted teeth. “Why?
What happened?” she responded. He gave an expression that clearly said
“Really?” and held out his thumb. Pepin gave a nonsensical sound and ran for
the inn across the street. A few moments later a scrawny middle aged man burst
through the saloon style doors and roared. “This is the last time I do this for
you, you ungrateful little… and why are you are you pounding that hammer so
hard ya-“
“Just get over here
with the salve will ya!?” the boy interrupted. The innkeeper gave some more
choice words as he stormed over. Pepin made sure to keep out of his way.
Interrupting him yet again the boy added. “You remember those clasps on the
pipes from the latrine? The one right over the main dining area?” The innkeeper’s
eyes bulged from their sockets. “You never fixed that! It rained shit on my
clients for over a week. I had to pay Louis 20 full pieces of gold to replace
the walls the next time someone flushed the toilet! I had to give Louis two
whole pints of my best brew to boot! ”
The innkeeper ranted a good two minutes as the
blacksmith smeared the cream on his injury.
“You’ve got to be the worst blacksmith I ever had the unfortunate luck
to find, Kyle!” slapping the wound to the Kyle’s great pain he returned to the
inn in the same manner he had left muttering under his breath about “useless
kid” and “makin’ me leave my customers.”
As he passed her Pepin
said sweetly. “Thank you, James.” The innkeeper grunted in acknowledgement and
went back into his inn. Pepin sidled up to Kyle and said. “Hey Kyle can we to
that one place? You‘ve done enough work for today.” She gave him a sweet
irresistible smile. Kyle groaned. “Pepin, you know I have to finish this shovel
by tomorrow and then I have to work on those pipe clasps in the inn.” Pepin
gave a pouty expression. “But, I suppose we can go to the fair.”
When they got to the
fair they found an event that James was participating in. he took a hammer and
smacked a button sending a peg flying up into a bell. Kyle began to approach
but stopped when he felt a cold metal touch his neck. James had noticed the
pair by then and the man behind them. He asked.
“Who is this?” the man
who had the metal knife began to turn to flee. James caught up to him and promptly
kicked him in a rather unpleasant place. Then he tried to bring the hammer down on the
man’s leg, but missed and hit his thumb. The man lay there groaning.
“That’s courtesy of Kyle’s
hammer.” James said in reference to Kyle’s broken thumb. Two guards came over
and took the assassin away.
Later that night, Kyle
heard a crash from the main room. He rose quietly to his feet and drew the
concealed sword from where it was hidden behind his cashbox. He quietly crept
into the main room and when he got there he saw a man lying on the ground. The
man was deathly pale, and didn’t appear to be breathing. An iron knife was
clutched in his fist. Kyle rushed over to the man and, laying his sword on the
ground, he knelt by the body. The door burst open and Greg came in with the
pitchfork. “What is going on?!”
