Post by Imorta Thaw on Aug 10, 2009 10:59:17 GMT -8
Alright, so I'm fed up. What the hell are you?! Gypsy? Mage? Princes? NUN? Pick one for heaven's sake! you can't be all of them, and run off on top of that. That like, screams "MARY SUE!!!!" quadrapulitified. Yes, that's a word. Don't change the subject. So, what do we know about you so far?
You have dark brown, more black or chestnut very unrulely curly hair, like mom's except the curls are titer, and there's twice as many of them. And your hair is about her length two. Hmmm... we know you're short. (yes, I realise that I just figured that out) and we know you have brown freckles. Your nose is normal... I guess. Fine... it's not broken or anything... you have a smallish mouth, and I think you , no, I deffinitly know you wear long, colorful gypsy skirts. With lots of wierd amulets. Bones, stones, just threads. Are they there to remind you of something? Like the knots on fingers? You are hung with them at any case. Except, nothing bellow the belt. Or, rather, nothing attaches bello the belt. You have random chains and amulets and such handing of your waist and down to your knees (you are not a fighter) but no bracelets on your ankles. Maybe they are a form of slavery in your world?
Anyway, I know you don't like people to touch your skin,... maybe think fish are holy.... what else? I really have nothing to add here... well, in the two stories I've writen so far, you've ran away from home, don't like strangers, don't use gold coins as money... and... you may have been training to become a mage... healer? But deffinetly not very good at that... You are very frank and don't mince your words. Say it or don't is your philosophy. You really don't like to walk around a subject. YOu don't know what donkeys are...
Now I'm just listing things I know already... you don't care about deadlines.... this is two rushed... did I really just mix up the "to too and two"? thing... that's really sad... You know only one languege... and you aren't interested in boys... You are, what, older than 14, but younger than 25... well, that's helpfull.. .that narrows it down to a decade... thanks. Mucho... so... you can dance well, but that's about the only thing you are shy about.. . . .
King me. The little boy sat staring as the animated teen talked about glory and honor and everything else that mnade precious little sence. He tried not to fall asleap, but really. The older, dark haired noble standing behind then could barely hide his self saticfied smile. As the boy ranted about how amaizing it would be to really, truely get a chance to help change the world for the better, he nodded politely, but all the while was mentally tapping his foot in impatience. The boy was getting harder and harder to control. His brother was really simple to lead, but then again, the boy was only six. You just had to know how to present the problem to him. But the teen. Oh he had been a wonderful candidate for the past couple of years. But now that he began to realize just how much power he would have once his uncle died and left his king. He had actually taken it into his head to try to do something himself. Regan frowned. He was too hard to control. Then he smiled, almost laughing at himself for making such a big deal out of a problem so small. The anser was obious. If he couldn't control the boy, he would have to kill him. Not as slowly as he was poisinging the King, but that didn't matter. It was simple enough to arange for a duel to the death for a bay as hot headed as the heir to the throne. Then, his brother would be easy enough to control. All of Reagan's dreams were coming true. The kid would be made king. Then he would be the Regent. And then.. well, he would figure out a way to become the true king. Yes. No more hesitation. A few weeks later, the coeset heir to the thrown really did get into a nasty duel, he recieved a fatal wound, and died in a few days. However, Reagan was as surprised as anyone. He hadn't managed to get anyone to start a duel, but just because he had not been the one to kill the obstical didn't make him any less dead. So Reagan just let him be. His little brother, now the future king (just as soon as the current one finally died) was devistated. But once Reagan explained in simple terms the importance of his being king, he agreed. "King me." Said the little boy.
So. Dancing? Remember that sexy dance in the "Grean Mother" book? the one that starts with a T, and make men drool? Welll, is it magical? Cause you deffinitly dance it. Yes you do, only when you're alone though. Don't blush. Ummm... stilll, is it magical? like a glamour? Probably. That may be your actual magical talent, but you're embarased as hell about it... wo you hide it. Instead you went to become a healer. In a school where gypsies are forbiden? You're an awful healer, have to memorize the human body and can't telll instinctively where everything is...
You are an awesome dancer though. So, you go to the school. Fail a few classes, but work hard, meet people. (you triede sordsmanship on a dare, but that and archery failed miserably) And you hid the fact that you were a gypsy with glamour powers. But someone found ouit, and instead of being expelled from the school, you ran of.
Now where is this school? mountains? or valley? I'im agine mountainss... but what's the point of a school that nobody can get to? to
So, what's your name? starts with an A? Alina? ow that's aweful... and stop popping up as aladdin. 1, you're a girl. 2 your are a gypsy. COME ON. help me out here? Gwen? welll, that'll have to do for now. So.
Gwen walked along the busy road, trying to stay inconspicuous. Suprisingly, with the stagering amount of people at the market it was actually working. She had promiced herself not to gawk, but that stand with glass figuriens? it was amaizing. All the little figures where so perfect, see through. and seemed to move. She was so enraptured, that she thought nothing of the willowy boy running by her and just barely brushing her shoulder. Untill, in a mirror, she saw him slink into a dark alley and dissapear. Then, she grasped at her belt, looking for the pouch with all the money she had. It wasn't there. That rat. Almost growling in frustration, the psuedo-healer began storming iafter the kid. She hadn't gotten a chance to really look at him while he was to tastelessly robbing her, but she had seen that he was tall and lean. His pants were loose, brown, and suprisingly, not too short or long. In the heat, he wore only a sleaveless jacket.
Following a stranger into a dark ally way was not Gwen's best idea, but she wasn't know for her genious ideas. What in the world had possesed her to try and become a healer? Maybe her parents, or friend joined the army? and she didn't believe in war and killing and such so she wanted to counteract thier killing? I don't know. anyway, Gwen followed the theif.
When she got to the alley, there was nothing there. just a wall. she stared at it. Illusion? Her hand reached out to check. Knowing that to break an illusion you had to be sure it wasn't reall, the girl just put her hand out as if brush away air. She grimased as the rough surface broused her knuckles. So, either is was a very good illusion, or she had seen wrong.
She looked around for somewhere else the theif could have gone, but the arid streets where mostly well lit and filled with people. Even if he had gone that way, he would have gotten lost in the crowd. Gwen turned back to the wall that was not a wall frowning. Somithing was up. The bay had worn no amulets, but had simply dissapeared. She had seen him going into the alley. But there was no alley. The thing did make any sence. She looked up, just in case he was looking down at her, mocking her, from the top of the wall. No. nothing. Only a damned pigion.
Gwen shook her head. Just perfect. Her first day at the city, and she had lost all her money because she had been gawking like a turist. Now in a fowl mood, she drifted back in to the crowd. The people were bustling, and everyone was chatting away as if the world was perfect. Bitter, the girl set of to look for a place to stay. and a job.
She figured that the best place to find all of those things would be in a place to rest. So, she went looking for the nearest inn. Her pride didn't let her ask for directions, but soon enough she was lost. And, was it her imagination, or was there, on the outskirts of the crowd, and small, preteen boy looking at her, no. studying her with hungry eyes? She shivered, tried to get a better view, but the bay was gone. It had deffinitylyu been her
The gypsy wandered through the market. Her long skirt waved in the wind. Only a week ago it had been bright and colorfull, the huge flowers clearly visible. But after the week long treck through the empty outside, it was so faded that it looked more like a brown blob than the image af a noble houses' garden. Her blouse was also in dissaray. Expencive and traditional jewlery was mixed on her person. Necklesases made from bones interwined with gold and silver chains. A larger cross rested between her breastes. But she wore so many amulets that it was nearly invisible behind their mass. Her wrists were likewise adorned with a moltitude of bracelets of all made and king. Bird bones mixed with stollen jewels.
The odd girl moved slowly in the direction of the marek that sold fish. She was new to the town, but the smeel made the location clear enough. The city was not any where neer water, and the fish must have been carted all the way from the see. She wrinkeled her nose in discust. Tugging on her earing that resembeled a dolphin. "Vile creatures." she mumbled under her breathe. Her peopel would have their heads if they knew the tortures they had put these poor creatures through. Grimasing, she none the less aproached one of the fish sellers.
Not knowing the language, she simply pointed at the fish she wanted, taking out a bag filled with her native curency. But the large man shook his head. He showed her a silver coin and made a beckoning gesture. "Damned place." She mumbeled. Even their currency was different.
Absent mindedly she looked around for something to trade him. Realising her conundrum the man seemed to think for a moment. Then his pudgy finger pointed to one of her bone bracelets. She gasped as his flesh inadvertendly touched her own. The nerve! She made as if to go, but remembered what she had come for. Clenching her teeth, eyes flashing in pure hatered, she gypsy traded her bone bracelet for the fish.
She moved. Walking along the hard dirt road, she focused only only taking one step at a time. Left, then right. Then left again. The rythem wasn't steady, or fast, but it was comforting to know that she still have enough energy to keep going. If only her skirt didn't get tangled in her legs. and if only the various talesmans hanging on her person weren't so heavy. Was that why outcasts were striped of their amulets? The girl sighed, brushing away a brown curl. Heer hair was wet with sweat. In fact, her whole body was covered in a film of the discusting stuff. And the smell! It reminded her of garlic. She girl grimased. Garlic did not have good ties with her.
But she kept walking. Moving rather. Each step an exhasting effort. But move the girl did. With the sun overhead, she considered cutting her hair. The mop was making the heat unbearable, but her hair was herr pride. The brown curls were her only asset, and she was not ready to loose them. 'fool, you'll let vanity kill you' she thought to herself. But did not stop to cut her hair.
As the sun lowered, it reached just the right level to shine into her eyes. She grimaced at it, and had to squint her eyes to keap moving.
At first, she mistook the rumbeling behind her for a freak summer stor. Just her luck. The elders must have been right, she was cursed.
But eventually, she made out that it was a horse and carige. Or, more percisely, a horse and broken down cart. Because the sun was in her eyes IT MOOVED!!!!!!!!! she could not see who was driving, but she knew that he or she could see her. She tugged her ripped up cloack tighyter around herself, hiding the colorful blouse and skirts she wore.
"Hello stranger!" came the voice. It was male, rasapy, but over all friendly. The girl said nothing. As the cart drew along side her, she could see that it was not a horse that drew the carriege, but a smaller beast, with huge ears, and a stupid expressio. "Need a ride, missy?" The girl shook her head. Truth was, she desperatly needed help: water, food, and a place to rest her aching feet. But a random stranger driving an unidentifyable beast of burden with a load that didn't smell at all, was not her choice of saivior. She would not trust him. In fact, she didn't even dare speak, for fear that he would be able to gain power over her through her voice alone. She mearly shook her head vigorously.
The man gave her an odd look, butshrugged indifferently, "Suit yourself girly." And urged the beast, which was appearantly called Marley, onwards.
For a few moments the girl stood still, catching her breath. The man had not recognized her. And why should have he? The sisters had not let her be seen by anyone except those in the order. Even the stable hand had been sent away every time she had visited the stables.
Finished with her musings, the girl continued on. In the distance, she could see the black siluet of the man and his cart driving away. She wondered if those were the sort of people that lived in The City. She shuddered, thinking about what she had gotten herself into, but kept going.
Gwen entered the in to find it deserted. This was the fifth one she had tried, and the most deserted. All the rest had simply throughn her out. Apperantly, long skirt and amulets were not in style. Over the period of time she had had occassion to think she saw a boy spying on her, different boys each time, maybe three times. Each time, when she turned to get a closer look the image that had been so clear on the side of her vision simply faded to nothing in front of her. It was unnerving, and if she had still had her purse with her, she would have simply up and left the town. But there was a heafty price for leaving without someone's letter of recomendation or fsomething of that sort, and she had nothing to pay with.
So, when she entered the dirty dark inn, she let her eyes adjust before calling out "Any one here?" in a steady tone. She got no responce.
Dane had reported, and the Fist had seemed uninterested. But he was always uninterested in Dane, so it really didn't matter. Skiff followed the stranger, just inside the shadow alleys, careful not to be seen. After a while, he finally realized that the scouts he kept meeting wheren't there just for relaxastion, but were also tracking the newcomer. So, the Fist had been interested. Skiff allowed himself a self saticfied smile. That kid would never show that someone had actually helped him out.
So, when the girl had entered the first five inns, Skiff wasn't worried. They were fine places, although no work was offered. You only worked there if you had good connections, or a scouting gig outside. But the sixth inn that the girl chose to investigate was a little more dangerous. It was a rundown place, had no guild, and in general was no mans land and safe only for habitual drunkyard with absolutely nothing to lose. So when the girl went in, Skiff followed her. He didn't use the door.
When she asked if there was anybody there, he grimased. In his opinion the best policy when dealing with a suposedly empty room was to run, but it seemed that this girl was a foreigner and had no idea what she sould do when faced with such danger. The boy stood nervously waiting for what ever it was that would happen. Alone, and there on personal bussinesss, Skiff had no right to interfere. He would have to stay put, or risk getting into
Gwen waited for a moment after antering the inn. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she called out, "Anybody there?" There was no answer for a few minutes, "I'm looking for work." She was careful to keep the shcool's accent out of her voice. It had a tendency to mark her as a foreigner, and few people wanted to hier foreigners. She was surprised when a gruff voice said behind her, "Get lost girl." It left no room for argueing, especially sinse when Gwen turned around the man reminded her of a closet. She swallowed, and edged towards the door. Except, in the doorway stood a kid, no older than fourteen. All dressed in dark greys. Holding a long, deadly looking knife. Gwen stood, petrified. The same gruff voice behind her sounded creepy when it was said in a wisper, "oops, too late." And then, the boy moved at her. He moved fluidly, but the adrenalin in Gwen's body was enough to get her out of his way. She, slipped past him, and flew at the door.
There, she ran into a few kids louning against the walls. They were dressed just like the kid that had just attacked her. They all looked very startled, and for a moment Gwen could see that they weere rather inexperienced. She didn't understand what it ment, but ran like hell was chacing after her. to the nearest crowd. Her breath came in gasps, and only the footsteps behind her kept her runing. She herd shouts befind her. They wer curseing at someone.
So, the whole thing starts when Gwen, a gypsy, gets a reason to become a healer.
She tries, but is not allowed to go to any schoolshe applies to because she is a gypsy.
She decides to trick the admitions and pretend to not be a gypsy.
It works,
she's not too good at healing, but is very determined. Gets some level of profeciency.
He real talent is dancing. She can make anyone who sees her dance loose it compleatly. So, she can get into your mind by dancing. All she knows about this is a that when she dances the gypsy love dance, men can't look away.
Eventually, the school discovers she is a gypsy. They are outraged, but before she can be formally expelled, Gwen runs away.
She spends about a week on the road, and reaches a large city.
In this city, there are two levels. One is the sunlit bussling market place, and the second is a dark alley hidden street network.
She is robbed by one of the scouts.
He sees something strange about her and reports to his fist.
The fist sends someone to abduct her, because any form of magic is controled by the dark ally laberynth peoples. No one who is magical and comes into the city can be out of their control.
Gwen escapes their first attempt to capture her, because the scout that first saw her sorta fell in love/ got protective aver her.... and saved her.
He gets in a LOT of trouble.
Gwen, now terrified, tries to leave said city.
That doesn't work, and the Fist has a new plan for capturing her.
She can't find work, and has to dance for money.
The fist gets some vague idea of her power and wants her for himself.
Is she captured? Yes.
She finds that although she is there to make the Fist's opponents fall under her spell, he doesn't mind her helping out everyone else in trouble by using her healing powers. She becomes more confident using them and gets lots of practice.
She hates everyone there.
Her gypsy people find out what happened to her, and declare war on the city. And there a lot of them. Most are mages.
Terrified, the mayor of the city is confused. He had no idea about the second half of his kingdom, and has no idea what to do. He tries to order the Fist to let the girl go, he laughs in his face.
The gypsies attack.
Destroy the city, but can't get at the dark allies. Lay seage.
Things go really bad, other cities are worried and concider helping out the city, but don't have enough power to stand against all the gypsies.
The gypsies are pissed. They force their way into the allies. But the Fist manages to get the upper hand.
Gwen ends up hipnotizing Skiff (or random gaurd) into killing the Fist.
Then I'll just have to figure out a way to tie up all the miniplots that are sure to spring up....
Under the strain of so much magic, the wall collapsed, and slaughter insued. Gypsies killing the younger knives, full blown
Well, interesting. I had a dream, and this kid goes insane after he's kidnapped. For some reason, he is a very good killer, and being kept as a prisoner, a tool, gets of his nerves. So he goes into a sort of trance and kills pretty much every one on the ship. Except the man that was supposed to keap watch over him. Him he puts into a hole really. There, he would have starved, except the boy sometimes dropss in dead people for his to eat.... ewwww. Anyay.
This mentor had realized that the kid was loosing it, and had appealed to a council for help to deal with him, but the council laughed. Really? a thirteen year old capabale of murdering the whole ship? Obsurd. One of the council members didn't think it was so ierd.
And an older soldier survived on the ship. (the boy didn't kill everyone because he just didn't.) He liked chacing after them and terrifying them. It was an interesting relationship. He wouldn't kill them, but came close a few times. So, this council member goes and checks up on the boat, and when she realizes that no one is there, figures out that the boy lost it. She is surprized by an old soldier that survived.
For a few days they avoid the killer boy, but on the third day they surprise him. Using stools, they manage to take him down, but when the soldier wasnts to toatally kill him, the council member refuses. Something snaps, and the boy comes out of it.
He takes them to the place where he had put his mentor, and hen he opens the door, totally breaks down crying, beging forgiveness.
It surprised the woman to see this young kid as he was. It sent shivers up her spine to see him begging the skeleton of a man for forgiveness. She was about to move towards the boy to comfort him, but saw the bones on the floor of the cage. She shivered, something was off. Then it seemed strange that they were so large, and the skull in the corner gave her the creeps. She froze where she was as she realizedc what the skull really ment. She took a startled step back, and starded at the prisoner.
His face was gaunt and eary. He looked starved, but there was no denying that nothing had been left on the bones. They were stark white. Again she shivered. Now she understood why the boy was so terified. What he had made this man do to survive was autrocious.
The man aproached the boy and kicked him with what little strength he had in the side.
Silence.
A gay itallian runs out of the room. Squeeling
Another gay itallian runs after him.
The second guy flings his hands around the first and drags him backwards into the room. They are both continueously squeeling.
The door closes.
Silence.
The kid was going insane. Dane could see it in the way he looked at the men. Ow, those eyes gave even his the creaps. No wonder all the new boys were terrified. Dane sighed. Who were those idiots anyway that had the nerve to tell him he was over reacting. Well, that was all well and good. But what about the war veteraned soldiers that still shrunk when that kid looked at them. Or rather through them. Those eye would give anyone the creeps.
Even when he was reading, as he was now, he looked deadly. It wasn't natural. That's what it was. Dane shivered. In all his service, he had never seen anyone with that expression. not even during his stint in that state prision. Gods this kid was terrifying. He had started out all right. The first couple of weeks he had cried after every battle. Dane hadn't said anything, thought he would figure it out. He had tried to be friendly, but then, he had still thought that the kid needed toughening up. Well, he had sure toughned up.
Dane found himself scouling. Even when he slept the boy no longer looked like a child. His face was always strained. Lost in his thoughts, Dave almost wimpered when he noticed the boy looking at him.
What was strange was that when he looked at you, it didn't look like he was thinking of how to kill you. Ow, Dane had seen pleantly of those, and once you figured them out, they weren't that terifying. No. This kid looked at you with almost pity. As if you had the worst burden of them all, and if you would only let him, he ould free you from the suffering.
Dave didn't let himself quake.
instead, the large man nodded to the boy, checked the clock and steped outside the cabin. The kid unnerved him. Bad. Well, there as alwawys the odd one that could stare right through you, but this.... kid, he didn't. He looked at you, and looked right in. And he knew. What? everything.
"Sir!" Dane almost jumped at the young officer's voice. He looked at the boy, for he was barely legal aged, and wondered what he had done to get stradled with this god awful job. "The Lady requests your presence." The man tried not to look relieved that Dane had stepped out of the boy's room and he wouldn't have to be in the same room as the abomination, but it didn't fool Dane. He sighed, and left the door to go see the Lady as she was reffered to.
The kid looked up only after he was sure that Dane had left. It was odd. He never had the same disgusted look that everyone else tried to hide when they looked at him, but he couldn't stay in the same room with him too long. In the beginning he had left at night only. The boy, Roff, figured that it was because of the crying. That had stopped, and Dane had seemed more optimistic. But only a week later he had gained a ndifferent feel to him. Somedays he would jump whenever Roff made a move. Others, he didn't show up at all. It was.... not normal, Roff decided.
they were all stange. The officers would meet his gaze. The Woman he hadn't even see sinse his second week on the war ship.
They were avoiding him, and Roff guessed thye deserved it. Relly, it made sence with those things he had done. But it wasn't his fault.
Angerly, he wiped away a single tear. Damn them all. It was not his fault.
How dare they judge him for something they told him to do? He was so confused by it all. With every battle, his skills grew. AAnd with every battle, they avoided him more and more. He began to notice that some of the battles his role wasn't very safe. Origionally, they had only used him when they wwere sure of his success. But lately, the jobs had gotten more and more dangerous.
The last time he had been brought back on a strecher, bleading to death, he had gotten a glimps of Dane. On his face was the most peculiar expression, It seemed confused as to whether it sould be impartial and stoic, or let his feeling show. Roff hadn't been sure then what it was that Dane had felt. There had certaintly been a bit of fear. But, fear of what? his death? If not for that, why had he been put in the center of battle without any sort of back up?
He had, addmitedly killed the back up just as surely as he had killed the oponent the time before, but they had been fools. Terified fools. They had gootten in the way.
He didn't deserve this. The boy set his jaw. Damn them all. His eyes narrowed even more, and brow loered. How dare they. They were not gods to say who could livfe or die. To command his life and throw out their own.
With a new zeal, Roff returned to his book.
Dane walked up to the Lady's office.
So, a family was returing from some place or other, and they decided to stop by a friend's mansion. Perfectly nice after noon, mind you. Anyway, they are invited to stay for the party, because they are good friends and thi family's child used to play with the mansion family's kids all the time. Anyway, at first everything goes fine, but eventually, night falls, and people drift to mingle into seperate rooms of the house.
That's all ell and good, except one of the members of the party is a phsycopathic murderer. He is here to kill everyone!
Murder one:
Two people in one room. He enters, looking rather dangerous, and the lights are nocked out. It's pitch black, and the two realize that something is very wrong. The rest of the people who had been in the room run for it, (maybe this murderer comes to the partied often?) Anyway, the two mcs hear a scream. That was one of the people that hadn't escaped being killed. Cheery? no?
So, this killer starts hunting the two guests that are left. He grabs at one of their anckles, and they squeel. He feels a knife near his bare skin, but the other victim tries to help him out by hitting the killer over the head with a chair. He lets go, but goes after the second victim. Now, he's mad.
Murder two:
The kids have been tucked in, and the mom looks woried. She hides them in a hidden room. The visiting family's kid has already seen the killer, but the others haven't. They stay put. The killer enters the room. They can hear his steady breath. He trails a hands on the blancets under which they have hidden themselves. One almost squeels as the killer traces the outline of his foot. He moves up to their heads. The visiting child waits for a moment, then, just as the killer is about to pull on the blankets, he jumps out and screams at the dog to attack. For a moment, the dog vavers. Apparantly it knows the killer, and trusts him. So, the boy goes to bit the man himself. He feels blood, and lets go as the man wwaves his hand and gets rid of him.
But now the dog has smelled blood, "Fuss!" screams the kid again, and the dog obeys. While the killer is preocupied, the kid handcuffes him to the nightstand, and starts getting the other kids out of the room. He ushers them out, careful not to let anyone get hurt. They all gather in the livingroom.
The doorbell rings. The other kids are all for hiding, but the visiting child goes to see who's at the door. It's his mother's boyfriend. He orders him rather briskly to take their stuff and start the car.
The man had come with wine. The boy grabs the drink, and pores a glass. He takes it to the room where they had handcuffed the killer. They dog had left with the kids, so he's alone and a bloody mess. He's looking rather pained, and the gash on his arm is bleading profusely.
He's tieing beading over it. For a moment, the kid freazes. Just takes in the sight of what they had done. The older man notices him, and meets his eyes. The killing glint is gone. But he doesn't look beaten, just perplexed.
The boy realies that it is the fact that he returned that so perplexes the killer. He wonders about that himself, but approaches him anyway.
He thrusts out the glass of wine, mumbeling something along the lines of "Here, drink this." The man looks at him for a moment, judging whether or not it's poisoned, but gulps it down anyway.
It's very strong wine.
Saticfied, the boy turns to leave. He is stoped in his tracks at he hears a quiet voice behind him say "Thanks."
Then, the exits the room rather quickly. It unerves him to be so close to the man that had just tried to kill him.
The boy looks out of the window. All the soldiers are bussy as bees, but they are all trying their best to ignore him. He shivers. And they think he's unnerving. All he's ever done was obey their stupid orders. Kill, kill, and kill some more. IT was them that had made him this way.
Dane looked at the boy staring out the window. His face looked even madder today than it had ever. In fact, the bay generally rarely looked truely mad. Usually he was pensive, or sorry, but not mad. That change of expression put Dane on the alert. Going to the council had proved fruitless, they though he was an old paranoid hag. But he knew something about that boy was off. He was loosing it, and very quickly. And there was nothing that Dane could do about it either.
He almost sighed, but refrained himself.
The man ran. Ran with all his spead and stealth, hoping that maybe, he could get away from this monster. At first, he had heard his breaths behind him, but now there was only silence. Silence. Maybe he had lost him? Maybe. But the man kept running.
Roff smiled grimly. They were fools. All of them. They ran, but where? They were on a ship. In the middle of an ocean. There was no qwhere to run to. Fools.
yet, he had to admit. Those that ran best, he usually let live. They did their job well. He understood the need to be praised for a job well done. So, those that amused him, he didn't kill.
He also hadn't killed that man that had spent so much time with him. But of course, he had also forgoten that he had put him in that cage. A perplexed look reached his features. It had been a week since he had gotten his revenge. A week in that cage. HE shrugged, and figured that he should go see if he was still alive.
There had been pleanty of water in there, but no food. The ship was free of rat and other such rodents.
Dane sat in the corner of the cage. At one point, ithad been ment for prisoners of war, so there was a troff of water. He had refused to drink at first, but when no one had come after the first few days, he had been forced to drink or die. Now, it had been a week, and his stumich was in knots. He needed food. Damn that boy. Why hadn't he just killed him. Had he gotten some stranger grudge against the man he had seen as his warden? Damn this job. It hadn't paid well, and now it would be the death of him. He heard footsteps out side, and pushed back into the corner. There waere three choices of who it was. A fellow survivor, in which case he probably wouldn't be much help, the boy, which would be worse than no one, and a rescue party. The later wwas very unlikely, sinse there was no shouting or anything. And the former would not have such assured foot steps. He ould shuffle, not stride.
Thus, it would have to be…
You have dark brown, more black or chestnut very unrulely curly hair, like mom's except the curls are titer, and there's twice as many of them. And your hair is about her length two. Hmmm... we know you're short. (yes, I realise that I just figured that out) and we know you have brown freckles. Your nose is normal... I guess. Fine... it's not broken or anything... you have a smallish mouth, and I think you , no, I deffinitly know you wear long, colorful gypsy skirts. With lots of wierd amulets. Bones, stones, just threads. Are they there to remind you of something? Like the knots on fingers? You are hung with them at any case. Except, nothing bellow the belt. Or, rather, nothing attaches bello the belt. You have random chains and amulets and such handing of your waist and down to your knees (you are not a fighter) but no bracelets on your ankles. Maybe they are a form of slavery in your world?
Anyway, I know you don't like people to touch your skin,... maybe think fish are holy.... what else? I really have nothing to add here... well, in the two stories I've writen so far, you've ran away from home, don't like strangers, don't use gold coins as money... and... you may have been training to become a mage... healer? But deffinetly not very good at that... You are very frank and don't mince your words. Say it or don't is your philosophy. You really don't like to walk around a subject. YOu don't know what donkeys are...
Now I'm just listing things I know already... you don't care about deadlines.... this is two rushed... did I really just mix up the "to too and two"? thing... that's really sad... You know only one languege... and you aren't interested in boys... You are, what, older than 14, but younger than 25... well, that's helpfull.. .that narrows it down to a decade... thanks. Mucho... so... you can dance well, but that's about the only thing you are shy about.. . . .
King me. The little boy sat staring as the animated teen talked about glory and honor and everything else that mnade precious little sence. He tried not to fall asleap, but really. The older, dark haired noble standing behind then could barely hide his self saticfied smile. As the boy ranted about how amaizing it would be to really, truely get a chance to help change the world for the better, he nodded politely, but all the while was mentally tapping his foot in impatience. The boy was getting harder and harder to control. His brother was really simple to lead, but then again, the boy was only six. You just had to know how to present the problem to him. But the teen. Oh he had been a wonderful candidate for the past couple of years. But now that he began to realize just how much power he would have once his uncle died and left his king. He had actually taken it into his head to try to do something himself. Regan frowned. He was too hard to control. Then he smiled, almost laughing at himself for making such a big deal out of a problem so small. The anser was obious. If he couldn't control the boy, he would have to kill him. Not as slowly as he was poisinging the King, but that didn't matter. It was simple enough to arange for a duel to the death for a bay as hot headed as the heir to the throne. Then, his brother would be easy enough to control. All of Reagan's dreams were coming true. The kid would be made king. Then he would be the Regent. And then.. well, he would figure out a way to become the true king. Yes. No more hesitation. A few weeks later, the coeset heir to the thrown really did get into a nasty duel, he recieved a fatal wound, and died in a few days. However, Reagan was as surprised as anyone. He hadn't managed to get anyone to start a duel, but just because he had not been the one to kill the obstical didn't make him any less dead. So Reagan just let him be. His little brother, now the future king (just as soon as the current one finally died) was devistated. But once Reagan explained in simple terms the importance of his being king, he agreed. "King me." Said the little boy.
So. Dancing? Remember that sexy dance in the "Grean Mother" book? the one that starts with a T, and make men drool? Welll, is it magical? Cause you deffinitly dance it. Yes you do, only when you're alone though. Don't blush. Ummm... stilll, is it magical? like a glamour? Probably. That may be your actual magical talent, but you're embarased as hell about it... wo you hide it. Instead you went to become a healer. In a school where gypsies are forbiden? You're an awful healer, have to memorize the human body and can't telll instinctively where everything is...
You are an awesome dancer though. So, you go to the school. Fail a few classes, but work hard, meet people. (you triede sordsmanship on a dare, but that and archery failed miserably) And you hid the fact that you were a gypsy with glamour powers. But someone found ouit, and instead of being expelled from the school, you ran of.
Now where is this school? mountains? or valley? I'im agine mountainss... but what's the point of a school that nobody can get to? to
So, what's your name? starts with an A? Alina? ow that's aweful... and stop popping up as aladdin. 1, you're a girl. 2 your are a gypsy. COME ON. help me out here? Gwen? welll, that'll have to do for now. So.
Gwen walked along the busy road, trying to stay inconspicuous. Suprisingly, with the stagering amount of people at the market it was actually working. She had promiced herself not to gawk, but that stand with glass figuriens? it was amaizing. All the little figures where so perfect, see through. and seemed to move. She was so enraptured, that she thought nothing of the willowy boy running by her and just barely brushing her shoulder. Untill, in a mirror, she saw him slink into a dark alley and dissapear. Then, she grasped at her belt, looking for the pouch with all the money she had. It wasn't there. That rat. Almost growling in frustration, the psuedo-healer began storming iafter the kid. She hadn't gotten a chance to really look at him while he was to tastelessly robbing her, but she had seen that he was tall and lean. His pants were loose, brown, and suprisingly, not too short or long. In the heat, he wore only a sleaveless jacket.
Following a stranger into a dark ally way was not Gwen's best idea, but she wasn't know for her genious ideas. What in the world had possesed her to try and become a healer? Maybe her parents, or friend joined the army? and she didn't believe in war and killing and such so she wanted to counteract thier killing? I don't know. anyway, Gwen followed the theif.
When she got to the alley, there was nothing there. just a wall. she stared at it. Illusion? Her hand reached out to check. Knowing that to break an illusion you had to be sure it wasn't reall, the girl just put her hand out as if brush away air. She grimased as the rough surface broused her knuckles. So, either is was a very good illusion, or she had seen wrong.
She looked around for somewhere else the theif could have gone, but the arid streets where mostly well lit and filled with people. Even if he had gone that way, he would have gotten lost in the crowd. Gwen turned back to the wall that was not a wall frowning. Somithing was up. The bay had worn no amulets, but had simply dissapeared. She had seen him going into the alley. But there was no alley. The thing did make any sence. She looked up, just in case he was looking down at her, mocking her, from the top of the wall. No. nothing. Only a damned pigion.
Gwen shook her head. Just perfect. Her first day at the city, and she had lost all her money because she had been gawking like a turist. Now in a fowl mood, she drifted back in to the crowd. The people were bustling, and everyone was chatting away as if the world was perfect. Bitter, the girl set of to look for a place to stay. and a job.
She figured that the best place to find all of those things would be in a place to rest. So, she went looking for the nearest inn. Her pride didn't let her ask for directions, but soon enough she was lost. And, was it her imagination, or was there, on the outskirts of the crowd, and small, preteen boy looking at her, no. studying her with hungry eyes? She shivered, tried to get a better view, but the bay was gone. It had deffinitylyu been her
The gypsy wandered through the market. Her long skirt waved in the wind. Only a week ago it had been bright and colorfull, the huge flowers clearly visible. But after the week long treck through the empty outside, it was so faded that it looked more like a brown blob than the image af a noble houses' garden. Her blouse was also in dissaray. Expencive and traditional jewlery was mixed on her person. Necklesases made from bones interwined with gold and silver chains. A larger cross rested between her breastes. But she wore so many amulets that it was nearly invisible behind their mass. Her wrists were likewise adorned with a moltitude of bracelets of all made and king. Bird bones mixed with stollen jewels.
The odd girl moved slowly in the direction of the marek that sold fish. She was new to the town, but the smeel made the location clear enough. The city was not any where neer water, and the fish must have been carted all the way from the see. She wrinkeled her nose in discust. Tugging on her earing that resembeled a dolphin. "Vile creatures." she mumbled under her breathe. Her peopel would have their heads if they knew the tortures they had put these poor creatures through. Grimasing, she none the less aproached one of the fish sellers.
Not knowing the language, she simply pointed at the fish she wanted, taking out a bag filled with her native curency. But the large man shook his head. He showed her a silver coin and made a beckoning gesture. "Damned place." She mumbeled. Even their currency was different.
Absent mindedly she looked around for something to trade him. Realising her conundrum the man seemed to think for a moment. Then his pudgy finger pointed to one of her bone bracelets. She gasped as his flesh inadvertendly touched her own. The nerve! She made as if to go, but remembered what she had come for. Clenching her teeth, eyes flashing in pure hatered, she gypsy traded her bone bracelet for the fish.
She moved. Walking along the hard dirt road, she focused only only taking one step at a time. Left, then right. Then left again. The rythem wasn't steady, or fast, but it was comforting to know that she still have enough energy to keep going. If only her skirt didn't get tangled in her legs. and if only the various talesmans hanging on her person weren't so heavy. Was that why outcasts were striped of their amulets? The girl sighed, brushing away a brown curl. Heer hair was wet with sweat. In fact, her whole body was covered in a film of the discusting stuff. And the smell! It reminded her of garlic. She girl grimased. Garlic did not have good ties with her.
But she kept walking. Moving rather. Each step an exhasting effort. But move the girl did. With the sun overhead, she considered cutting her hair. The mop was making the heat unbearable, but her hair was herr pride. The brown curls were her only asset, and she was not ready to loose them. 'fool, you'll let vanity kill you' she thought to herself. But did not stop to cut her hair.
As the sun lowered, it reached just the right level to shine into her eyes. She grimaced at it, and had to squint her eyes to keap moving.
At first, she mistook the rumbeling behind her for a freak summer stor. Just her luck. The elders must have been right, she was cursed.
But eventually, she made out that it was a horse and carige. Or, more percisely, a horse and broken down cart. Because the sun was in her eyes IT MOOVED!!!!!!!!! she could not see who was driving, but she knew that he or she could see her. She tugged her ripped up cloack tighyter around herself, hiding the colorful blouse and skirts she wore.
"Hello stranger!" came the voice. It was male, rasapy, but over all friendly. The girl said nothing. As the cart drew along side her, she could see that it was not a horse that drew the carriege, but a smaller beast, with huge ears, and a stupid expressio. "Need a ride, missy?" The girl shook her head. Truth was, she desperatly needed help: water, food, and a place to rest her aching feet. But a random stranger driving an unidentifyable beast of burden with a load that didn't smell at all, was not her choice of saivior. She would not trust him. In fact, she didn't even dare speak, for fear that he would be able to gain power over her through her voice alone. She mearly shook her head vigorously.
The man gave her an odd look, butshrugged indifferently, "Suit yourself girly." And urged the beast, which was appearantly called Marley, onwards.
For a few moments the girl stood still, catching her breath. The man had not recognized her. And why should have he? The sisters had not let her be seen by anyone except those in the order. Even the stable hand had been sent away every time she had visited the stables.
Finished with her musings, the girl continued on. In the distance, she could see the black siluet of the man and his cart driving away. She wondered if those were the sort of people that lived in The City. She shuddered, thinking about what she had gotten herself into, but kept going.
Gwen entered the in to find it deserted. This was the fifth one she had tried, and the most deserted. All the rest had simply throughn her out. Apperantly, long skirt and amulets were not in style. Over the period of time she had had occassion to think she saw a boy spying on her, different boys each time, maybe three times. Each time, when she turned to get a closer look the image that had been so clear on the side of her vision simply faded to nothing in front of her. It was unnerving, and if she had still had her purse with her, she would have simply up and left the town. But there was a heafty price for leaving without someone's letter of recomendation or fsomething of that sort, and she had nothing to pay with.
So, when she entered the dirty dark inn, she let her eyes adjust before calling out "Any one here?" in a steady tone. She got no responce.
Dane had reported, and the Fist had seemed uninterested. But he was always uninterested in Dane, so it really didn't matter. Skiff followed the stranger, just inside the shadow alleys, careful not to be seen. After a while, he finally realized that the scouts he kept meeting wheren't there just for relaxastion, but were also tracking the newcomer. So, the Fist had been interested. Skiff allowed himself a self saticfied smile. That kid would never show that someone had actually helped him out.
So, when the girl had entered the first five inns, Skiff wasn't worried. They were fine places, although no work was offered. You only worked there if you had good connections, or a scouting gig outside. But the sixth inn that the girl chose to investigate was a little more dangerous. It was a rundown place, had no guild, and in general was no mans land and safe only for habitual drunkyard with absolutely nothing to lose. So when the girl went in, Skiff followed her. He didn't use the door.
When she asked if there was anybody there, he grimased. In his opinion the best policy when dealing with a suposedly empty room was to run, but it seemed that this girl was a foreigner and had no idea what she sould do when faced with such danger. The boy stood nervously waiting for what ever it was that would happen. Alone, and there on personal bussinesss, Skiff had no right to interfere. He would have to stay put, or risk getting into
Gwen waited for a moment after antering the inn. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she called out, "Anybody there?" There was no answer for a few minutes, "I'm looking for work." She was careful to keep the shcool's accent out of her voice. It had a tendency to mark her as a foreigner, and few people wanted to hier foreigners. She was surprised when a gruff voice said behind her, "Get lost girl." It left no room for argueing, especially sinse when Gwen turned around the man reminded her of a closet. She swallowed, and edged towards the door. Except, in the doorway stood a kid, no older than fourteen. All dressed in dark greys. Holding a long, deadly looking knife. Gwen stood, petrified. The same gruff voice behind her sounded creepy when it was said in a wisper, "oops, too late." And then, the boy moved at her. He moved fluidly, but the adrenalin in Gwen's body was enough to get her out of his way. She, slipped past him, and flew at the door.
There, she ran into a few kids louning against the walls. They were dressed just like the kid that had just attacked her. They all looked very startled, and for a moment Gwen could see that they weere rather inexperienced. She didn't understand what it ment, but ran like hell was chacing after her. to the nearest crowd. Her breath came in gasps, and only the footsteps behind her kept her runing. She herd shouts befind her. They wer curseing at someone.
So, the whole thing starts when Gwen, a gypsy, gets a reason to become a healer.
She tries, but is not allowed to go to any schoolshe applies to because she is a gypsy.
She decides to trick the admitions and pretend to not be a gypsy.
It works,
she's not too good at healing, but is very determined. Gets some level of profeciency.
He real talent is dancing. She can make anyone who sees her dance loose it compleatly. So, she can get into your mind by dancing. All she knows about this is a that when she dances the gypsy love dance, men can't look away.
Eventually, the school discovers she is a gypsy. They are outraged, but before she can be formally expelled, Gwen runs away.
She spends about a week on the road, and reaches a large city.
In this city, there are two levels. One is the sunlit bussling market place, and the second is a dark alley hidden street network.
She is robbed by one of the scouts.
He sees something strange about her and reports to his fist.
The fist sends someone to abduct her, because any form of magic is controled by the dark ally laberynth peoples. No one who is magical and comes into the city can be out of their control.
Gwen escapes their first attempt to capture her, because the scout that first saw her sorta fell in love/ got protective aver her.... and saved her.
He gets in a LOT of trouble.
Gwen, now terrified, tries to leave said city.
That doesn't work, and the Fist has a new plan for capturing her.
She can't find work, and has to dance for money.
The fist gets some vague idea of her power and wants her for himself.
Is she captured? Yes.
She finds that although she is there to make the Fist's opponents fall under her spell, he doesn't mind her helping out everyone else in trouble by using her healing powers. She becomes more confident using them and gets lots of practice.
She hates everyone there.
Her gypsy people find out what happened to her, and declare war on the city. And there a lot of them. Most are mages.
Terrified, the mayor of the city is confused. He had no idea about the second half of his kingdom, and has no idea what to do. He tries to order the Fist to let the girl go, he laughs in his face.
The gypsies attack.
Destroy the city, but can't get at the dark allies. Lay seage.
Things go really bad, other cities are worried and concider helping out the city, but don't have enough power to stand against all the gypsies.
The gypsies are pissed. They force their way into the allies. But the Fist manages to get the upper hand.
Gwen ends up hipnotizing Skiff (or random gaurd) into killing the Fist.
Then I'll just have to figure out a way to tie up all the miniplots that are sure to spring up....
Under the strain of so much magic, the wall collapsed, and slaughter insued. Gypsies killing the younger knives, full blown
Well, interesting. I had a dream, and this kid goes insane after he's kidnapped. For some reason, he is a very good killer, and being kept as a prisoner, a tool, gets of his nerves. So he goes into a sort of trance and kills pretty much every one on the ship. Except the man that was supposed to keap watch over him. Him he puts into a hole really. There, he would have starved, except the boy sometimes dropss in dead people for his to eat.... ewwww. Anyay.
This mentor had realized that the kid was loosing it, and had appealed to a council for help to deal with him, but the council laughed. Really? a thirteen year old capabale of murdering the whole ship? Obsurd. One of the council members didn't think it was so ierd.
And an older soldier survived on the ship. (the boy didn't kill everyone because he just didn't.) He liked chacing after them and terrifying them. It was an interesting relationship. He wouldn't kill them, but came close a few times. So, this council member goes and checks up on the boat, and when she realizes that no one is there, figures out that the boy lost it. She is surprized by an old soldier that survived.
For a few days they avoid the killer boy, but on the third day they surprise him. Using stools, they manage to take him down, but when the soldier wasnts to toatally kill him, the council member refuses. Something snaps, and the boy comes out of it.
He takes them to the place where he had put his mentor, and hen he opens the door, totally breaks down crying, beging forgiveness.
It surprised the woman to see this young kid as he was. It sent shivers up her spine to see him begging the skeleton of a man for forgiveness. She was about to move towards the boy to comfort him, but saw the bones on the floor of the cage. She shivered, something was off. Then it seemed strange that they were so large, and the skull in the corner gave her the creeps. She froze where she was as she realizedc what the skull really ment. She took a startled step back, and starded at the prisoner.
His face was gaunt and eary. He looked starved, but there was no denying that nothing had been left on the bones. They were stark white. Again she shivered. Now she understood why the boy was so terified. What he had made this man do to survive was autrocious.
The man aproached the boy and kicked him with what little strength he had in the side.
Silence.
A gay itallian runs out of the room. Squeeling
Another gay itallian runs after him.
The second guy flings his hands around the first and drags him backwards into the room. They are both continueously squeeling.
The door closes.
Silence.
The kid was going insane. Dane could see it in the way he looked at the men. Ow, those eyes gave even his the creaps. No wonder all the new boys were terrified. Dane sighed. Who were those idiots anyway that had the nerve to tell him he was over reacting. Well, that was all well and good. But what about the war veteraned soldiers that still shrunk when that kid looked at them. Or rather through them. Those eye would give anyone the creeps.
Even when he was reading, as he was now, he looked deadly. It wasn't natural. That's what it was. Dane shivered. In all his service, he had never seen anyone with that expression. not even during his stint in that state prision. Gods this kid was terrifying. He had started out all right. The first couple of weeks he had cried after every battle. Dane hadn't said anything, thought he would figure it out. He had tried to be friendly, but then, he had still thought that the kid needed toughening up. Well, he had sure toughned up.
Dane found himself scouling. Even when he slept the boy no longer looked like a child. His face was always strained. Lost in his thoughts, Dave almost wimpered when he noticed the boy looking at him.
What was strange was that when he looked at you, it didn't look like he was thinking of how to kill you. Ow, Dane had seen pleantly of those, and once you figured them out, they weren't that terifying. No. This kid looked at you with almost pity. As if you had the worst burden of them all, and if you would only let him, he ould free you from the suffering.
Dave didn't let himself quake.
instead, the large man nodded to the boy, checked the clock and steped outside the cabin. The kid unnerved him. Bad. Well, there as alwawys the odd one that could stare right through you, but this.... kid, he didn't. He looked at you, and looked right in. And he knew. What? everything.
"Sir!" Dane almost jumped at the young officer's voice. He looked at the boy, for he was barely legal aged, and wondered what he had done to get stradled with this god awful job. "The Lady requests your presence." The man tried not to look relieved that Dane had stepped out of the boy's room and he wouldn't have to be in the same room as the abomination, but it didn't fool Dane. He sighed, and left the door to go see the Lady as she was reffered to.
The kid looked up only after he was sure that Dane had left. It was odd. He never had the same disgusted look that everyone else tried to hide when they looked at him, but he couldn't stay in the same room with him too long. In the beginning he had left at night only. The boy, Roff, figured that it was because of the crying. That had stopped, and Dane had seemed more optimistic. But only a week later he had gained a ndifferent feel to him. Somedays he would jump whenever Roff made a move. Others, he didn't show up at all. It was.... not normal, Roff decided.
they were all stange. The officers would meet his gaze. The Woman he hadn't even see sinse his second week on the war ship.
They were avoiding him, and Roff guessed thye deserved it. Relly, it made sence with those things he had done. But it wasn't his fault.
Angerly, he wiped away a single tear. Damn them all. It was not his fault.
How dare they judge him for something they told him to do? He was so confused by it all. With every battle, his skills grew. AAnd with every battle, they avoided him more and more. He began to notice that some of the battles his role wasn't very safe. Origionally, they had only used him when they wwere sure of his success. But lately, the jobs had gotten more and more dangerous.
The last time he had been brought back on a strecher, bleading to death, he had gotten a glimps of Dane. On his face was the most peculiar expression, It seemed confused as to whether it sould be impartial and stoic, or let his feeling show. Roff hadn't been sure then what it was that Dane had felt. There had certaintly been a bit of fear. But, fear of what? his death? If not for that, why had he been put in the center of battle without any sort of back up?
He had, addmitedly killed the back up just as surely as he had killed the oponent the time before, but they had been fools. Terified fools. They had gootten in the way.
He didn't deserve this. The boy set his jaw. Damn them all. His eyes narrowed even more, and brow loered. How dare they. They were not gods to say who could livfe or die. To command his life and throw out their own.
With a new zeal, Roff returned to his book.
Dane walked up to the Lady's office.
So, a family was returing from some place or other, and they decided to stop by a friend's mansion. Perfectly nice after noon, mind you. Anyway, they are invited to stay for the party, because they are good friends and thi family's child used to play with the mansion family's kids all the time. Anyway, at first everything goes fine, but eventually, night falls, and people drift to mingle into seperate rooms of the house.
That's all ell and good, except one of the members of the party is a phsycopathic murderer. He is here to kill everyone!
Murder one:
Two people in one room. He enters, looking rather dangerous, and the lights are nocked out. It's pitch black, and the two realize that something is very wrong. The rest of the people who had been in the room run for it, (maybe this murderer comes to the partied often?) Anyway, the two mcs hear a scream. That was one of the people that hadn't escaped being killed. Cheery? no?
So, this killer starts hunting the two guests that are left. He grabs at one of their anckles, and they squeel. He feels a knife near his bare skin, but the other victim tries to help him out by hitting the killer over the head with a chair. He lets go, but goes after the second victim. Now, he's mad.
Murder two:
The kids have been tucked in, and the mom looks woried. She hides them in a hidden room. The visiting family's kid has already seen the killer, but the others haven't. They stay put. The killer enters the room. They can hear his steady breath. He trails a hands on the blancets under which they have hidden themselves. One almost squeels as the killer traces the outline of his foot. He moves up to their heads. The visiting child waits for a moment, then, just as the killer is about to pull on the blankets, he jumps out and screams at the dog to attack. For a moment, the dog vavers. Apparantly it knows the killer, and trusts him. So, the boy goes to bit the man himself. He feels blood, and lets go as the man wwaves his hand and gets rid of him.
But now the dog has smelled blood, "Fuss!" screams the kid again, and the dog obeys. While the killer is preocupied, the kid handcuffes him to the nightstand, and starts getting the other kids out of the room. He ushers them out, careful not to let anyone get hurt. They all gather in the livingroom.
The doorbell rings. The other kids are all for hiding, but the visiting child goes to see who's at the door. It's his mother's boyfriend. He orders him rather briskly to take their stuff and start the car.
The man had come with wine. The boy grabs the drink, and pores a glass. He takes it to the room where they had handcuffed the killer. They dog had left with the kids, so he's alone and a bloody mess. He's looking rather pained, and the gash on his arm is bleading profusely.
He's tieing beading over it. For a moment, the kid freazes. Just takes in the sight of what they had done. The older man notices him, and meets his eyes. The killing glint is gone. But he doesn't look beaten, just perplexed.
The boy realies that it is the fact that he returned that so perplexes the killer. He wonders about that himself, but approaches him anyway.
He thrusts out the glass of wine, mumbeling something along the lines of "Here, drink this." The man looks at him for a moment, judging whether or not it's poisoned, but gulps it down anyway.
It's very strong wine.
Saticfied, the boy turns to leave. He is stoped in his tracks at he hears a quiet voice behind him say "Thanks."
Then, the exits the room rather quickly. It unerves him to be so close to the man that had just tried to kill him.
The boy looks out of the window. All the soldiers are bussy as bees, but they are all trying their best to ignore him. He shivers. And they think he's unnerving. All he's ever done was obey their stupid orders. Kill, kill, and kill some more. IT was them that had made him this way.
Dane looked at the boy staring out the window. His face looked even madder today than it had ever. In fact, the bay generally rarely looked truely mad. Usually he was pensive, or sorry, but not mad. That change of expression put Dane on the alert. Going to the council had proved fruitless, they though he was an old paranoid hag. But he knew something about that boy was off. He was loosing it, and very quickly. And there was nothing that Dane could do about it either.
He almost sighed, but refrained himself.
The man ran. Ran with all his spead and stealth, hoping that maybe, he could get away from this monster. At first, he had heard his breaths behind him, but now there was only silence. Silence. Maybe he had lost him? Maybe. But the man kept running.
Roff smiled grimly. They were fools. All of them. They ran, but where? They were on a ship. In the middle of an ocean. There was no qwhere to run to. Fools.
yet, he had to admit. Those that ran best, he usually let live. They did their job well. He understood the need to be praised for a job well done. So, those that amused him, he didn't kill.
He also hadn't killed that man that had spent so much time with him. But of course, he had also forgoten that he had put him in that cage. A perplexed look reached his features. It had been a week since he had gotten his revenge. A week in that cage. HE shrugged, and figured that he should go see if he was still alive.
There had been pleanty of water in there, but no food. The ship was free of rat and other such rodents.
Dane sat in the corner of the cage. At one point, ithad been ment for prisoners of war, so there was a troff of water. He had refused to drink at first, but when no one had come after the first few days, he had been forced to drink or die. Now, it had been a week, and his stumich was in knots. He needed food. Damn that boy. Why hadn't he just killed him. Had he gotten some stranger grudge against the man he had seen as his warden? Damn this job. It hadn't paid well, and now it would be the death of him. He heard footsteps out side, and pushed back into the corner. There waere three choices of who it was. A fellow survivor, in which case he probably wouldn't be much help, the boy, which would be worse than no one, and a rescue party. The later wwas very unlikely, sinse there was no shouting or anything. And the former would not have such assured foot steps. He ould shuffle, not stride.
Thus, it would have to be…