James ’s eyes suddenly opened as he heard a wolf howl. Scarlett felt him shudder and she too was now awake. The two sat up and James thought he saw a shadow move.
“What?”“Something’s out there,” he whispered,Through the darkness of the forest Scarlett could see slight movement in her peripheral. She signaled for James to follow her lead. She slowly reached for her bow and an arrow. Another twig snapped and Scarlett shot her arrow into the shadows. A deep howl came from the beast as it turned and ran.James tried to chase it, but it was large and faster than he was. Eventually the pounding footsteps faded and James stopped his chase. He returned to the campsite where Scarlett was explaining to Alex and Ruby.“It seemed like some sort of beast, without any light I couldn’t get a good look,”“What about you James ?” Alex asked, “Did you see it?”“No, but it’s steps were loud and heavy, it must be gargantuan,”“Well there’s no need to worry, it’s wounded and shouldn’t return tonight.” Alex concluded and went back to sleep. Ruby followed suit and Scarlett took James ’s hand and they too slept through the night.In the morning the group packed up and started through the trees. After an hour of walking Alex stopped abruptly. “What’s wrong?” James asked,“Quite,” he whispered.The other three then heard it too; a strange low wimpering. Alex headed towards the sound leading him into the darker shadows. He then noticed it, a large figure against a tree. “Go away,” cried the creature between sobs.“You’re injured,” Ruby said, “we’d like to help,”“Just leave me be,” it cried,Ruby walked up and noticed it was a large man in a cloak, so large the cloak was two quilts sown together on one end. “Your leg!” Ruby gasped seeing the arrow still sticking through his calf. “It hurts,” he cried. Scarlett grabbed one of James ’s daggers and approached the man. She quickly cut off the arrowhead and yanked the rest of it out.The man wailed and rolled to his side facing away weeping only louder. Once he quieted down the four of them could hear him muttering in a whisper: “leave me alone, leave me alone,”“We meant you no harm,” James said, “We mistook you for a beast of prey,”“go away, go away,”Ruby put her hand over his large back and did her best to hug him. His cries continued, but he stopped muttering. “That’s not pain from his leg,” Alex said, “That’s the wail of a tortured soul,”“What do we do?” Scarlett asked,Alex thought for a moment and then simply sat down against a nearby tree. Scarlett and James followed his lead and they too sat waiting while Ruby held the hand of the large man until he calmed to a whimper.“Why won’t you go away?” he asked,“Because we take no pleasure in the despaired soul,” Alex answered,“Just go away, I... I don’t deserve...”“What is your name?” James asked,“My... name? My name is Franklyn,”“Well Franklyn, in apology for shooting you we’d like to assist you, perhaps you’ll let us start by bandaging your leg?”“I... umm...”Scarlett approached and began to wrap the wound. When she was done the man was much more calm. “Care to join us Franklyn,” James asked, “We could easily get you to a village,”“The village won’t accept me, they are why I must live in this forest,”“Why you must live here?” James asked,“They laugh and tease me, they call me ‘ugly’ and ‘beast’,”“Why would they call you that?” Ruby asked.Franklyn then stood up revealing just how large he was. He towered over them by a full four feet over Alex . He looked up at the man and noticed he had patches of thin white hair and crooked nose which were indeed not pleasantly attractive. His body mass was slender, but with heavy-looking muscles.“Why not use your size to get what you want?” James asked,“James !” Scarlett shushed him, “Obviously he has a gentle spirit, not everyone is violent like you and Alex ,” she then looked at Franklyn, “don’t listen to the fool there, he can be insensitive sometimes,”“I meant no offense,” James apologized,“I want to be alone,” said Franklyn,“Then we shall leave you be,” Alex nodded, “but first must ask if you have need of anything? Food or perhaps some more dressing for your wound?”Franklyn gave them all a confused look. “Why must you be pleasant to me? Does my face not offend you?”“Your face is your face and it is not ours to judge,” said James ,“You are but a man, albeit a man of irregular height, but the soul of a man is no less in value than another,” said Alex ,“But all men are cruel and beat upon me with words of insult and abuses,”“Not all men,” said Alex , “For we see you as kin, our conscience and morals would not allow such mistreatment; but at your request we shall take our leave,”“Hold!” Franklyn almost shouted, “Might I tarry with you into the village, I am indeed hungry, but I am afraid of the people, would you go with me?”Alex looked at his companions who all nodded, “We shall.”The troupe headed out and Franklyn limped from his wounded leg. “So are you from the village?” Scarlett asked,“I am,”“You speak well for a hermit,” Ruby said,“I listen well and was taught by my mother,” at the word ‘mother’ he his voice began to choke,“All is well friend,” James said, “We’re nearly there,”“It’s the beast!” shouted a young boy as he turned, dropping a bundle of firewood as he ran.“We’ve told you before giant, you have no place here--” said an approaching man who stopped when he saw the other four. Franklyn turned and ran back into the forest while trying to cover his tearing eyes in shame.“How dare you!” Scarlett shouted at the man causing him to step back. She turned running after Franklyn while James ’s face displayed anger, “That man is starved, cold and almost naked, living without shelter or comfort. How can you turn him away!?”“He is a beast, not a man but fearsome creature that we must be forever vigilant as to keep our wives and children safe,”“He is but a man,” Alex corrected, “Regardless of height he has feelings, needs and a human soul with all its entailing,”“Yet he steals from us, he also slaughters our sheep and chickens,”“Sheep and chickens?” James asked, “But aren’t there wolves in these woods? Why blame him?”“There are wolves, but our fences keep them out,”“And there are no other ways in?”“None, plus he steals, food from the storehouse goes missing,”“And you’re sure its Franklyn?”“Franklyn? Who is Franklyn?”James and Alex gave each other a worried look. James sprinted after Scarlett. With his speed he caught up quickly to find her trying to comfort Franklyn who was crying on his side again. “Scarlett back away,” he said,“James ? What is it?”“The villagers say his name is not Franklyn,”“How could they even know his name? They have no interest other than bringing him misery,”James thought for a moment, “perhaps, but they say he steals food and kills their herds of sheep and clutches of chickens,”“Those are the wolves,” Franklyn sniffled, “They have learned to push the latches with their noses,”“How would you know that?” James asked,“I see them as I steal food, but not very much, just a loaf or so a night, otherwise I’d starve,” He then teared up again, “I’m still a lowly thief,” he continued weeping into his hands,“Very well, we’ll have to go back so you may apologize,” Scarlett said,“I’ll pay for the loaves you’ve taken,” James agreed, “And you’ll work it off,”“You mean, though you know me a knave you would show mercy?”“You are no knave sir,” James said, “I should know, for I was once a thief without honor, I was a truly loathsome soul with no thought of morality,”“Tis true, he was quite repulsive, a real baggart,” Scarlett smirked at him,He gave her a scowl before continuing, “I was, so allow me to say you are no knave, nor scoundrel, nor baggart as Scarlett so likes to refer me as, you sir are a gentle man with compassion for righteous cause and love of others, so much so you do not use your boastful size to conquer and control, and so it would be our pleasure to help you,”Franklyn looked at both of them through bloodshot eyes, “Are you angels?”“Angels?” James asked, “I don’t quite believe in such creatures,”“But only angels would show such mercies upon a soul,”“We are but men and women with no claim to higher power,”“But you must be--”“Would angels lead to deceive?” James asked, “Or would that not be a task for the father of all lies: the devil? Yet he would not show compassion and would bask in your miseries forever, so as such since Angels cannot lie about not being angels and devils not show mercy would we be either?”Franklyn thought about James ’s words for a moment then nodded. He stood up and brushed the dirt from his cloak and body. They then returned to the village where Alex and Ruby were waiting for them. Without speaking a word Alex could tell Franklyn wasn’t a threat.“Franklyn would like to speak and I would ask you let him finish his speaking until the end lest my fist find your face,” James said with a smile,“Then speak Giant,” said the villager,“I have been stealing your bread from the storehouse,”“I knew--” the villager quickly silenced himself as James took a step towards him,“and I’m sorry, I was just so hungry I couldn’t stop myself, but the wolves are to blame for the sheep or chickens, they have learned how to move your latches up with their noses,”“Lies!” shouted the villager and the others shouted their agreement. James , Alex and Scarlett all gripped their weapons.“We said let him speak!” Alex shouted,“I have nothing else to say,”“Well I do,” James said tossing a bag of his coins on the ground next to the village leader, “That should more than enough pay for the bread he stole and now he’ll be coming with us,” Alex gave him a curious look.“What about our sheep and chickens, where is the pay for them?”“We pay what is owed, not what is unjustly wanted.” James then took Scarlett’s hand and began to walk through town. Ruby took Franklyn’s and Alex walked behind them all. James let out a deep breath. “I was afraid they’d riot,” he said aloud,“I think they’re too afraid to fight a giant,” Scarlett whispered to him,“James ?” Alex asked walking up to him, “Not that I’m opposed to Franklyn’s company, but I must ask why invite him?”“Oh come now Alex , a helpless soul like his? He’d either starve or the people would’ve tried and killed him, plus he owes me now. Franklyn!” James shouted, “Catch,”James tossed him three coin bags. “What’s this?” Franklyn asked,“Heavy, that’s what they are, but I figure a man of your size will have no trouble carrying them?”“No, they are feathers to me,”“Good, then you may repay me by carrying them for me,”“Would you like me to carry your supplies as well?”“No, as Alex insists we must carry our own weight, but since you need to repay me somehow this will suffice,”“You would trust me with money?”“I would, unless I have a reason not to?”“No, I shall guard it with my life!”“Well should it come to that you can drop it, gold has no worth next to the value of a human soul,”Franklyn was about to cry again, but wiped his eyes and felt a burning sensation in his heart. “So do you have any friends?” Ruby asked,“No, I’ve never had a friend, only mother who... died,” Franklyn said the word and noticed he didn’t feel the need to weep at the mentioning of her. “How come I don’t cry?” he asked,“I would reason,” James said, “Until now you’ve been alone, in longing for someone’s love, thus for you the memory of losing the only precious soul who dared show you compassion was too much to bear, but now, amongst friends who share our compassion, you no longer feel the loneliness and thus lessening the sting of loss,”Franklyn began to cry again. “W
“Master Morrick wants us on guard during this war,”“On guard against Thane you mean?”“No, against our King, he has threatened many times to seize our harvests for his soldiers, but we know it is unjust and against our laws,”“Could you withstand an army?” Alex asked,“No, but the extra show of guard might persuade otherwise,”“Indeed, so who’s working the field?”“We have a few new hands since we last met,” Jacob then looked at the troupe of four behind Alex , “Friends?”“They are,”“Then they are welcome,” Jacob signaled to the guard on the other side of the gate and it began to open.The five of them entered and Morrick himself greeted them. “Alex !” he shouted and hugged him. Alex returned the hug and beckoned the others to follow. “So what brings you here?”“This young one,” he said motioning to Ruby, “She needs a place to live and knows a good day’s work,”“Have we been liberating slaves in our travels?” Morrick asked with a smile,“Not all, just her,”“So what else have you
“I would not worry friend,” Alex said, “So long as we keep our wits about us, we can overcome a few lowly bandits,”James took a breath and pulled Scarlett onto his lap to hold her tight. “What would I do without you two?” he asked,“Well,” Alex said, “You’d be missing an arm,”“And a woman to call your own,” Scarlett smiled, “So probably dead or in prison by now,”James smiled and nodded his agreement. “So when shall we leave,” he asked Alex ,“We can leave in the morning, that is if you think you can arise early enough,”“We’ll be up,” James said, “I’ll be sad to leave such a soft bed behind though,”Scarlett agreed. Once their break was over they again went to the field until it was dark and Morrick called everyone in for the night. They had a feast celebrating their newest workers Franklyn and Ruby.“So where will you go now?” Jacob asked Alex ,“I’ve been told to visit the capitol of Thane,”“I do wish you well in your travels,” Jacob then handed him a sack that jingled as i
“Bayle, it’s a relief to see you well,”“Have you returned to fight for Korryn?” she asked cautiously,“No, I have returned of my own business, had I known that madness had befallen all in these lands I might have stayed away longer,”“Then what brings you here?”“Hold, who shouted first?” he asked looking for the man who’d called out. The man stepped out and a series of emotions and mixed thoughts flooded Alex . “Isaac!?”Isaac smiled, “It’s been a long-time Alex ,”Alex pushed past the guards and gave his old friend a hug, “I thought you were dead!” he cried,“I almost was, but that can wait, you seem to be urgent,”“I am, I was told Bayle was taken hostage,”“Then there is much for us to discuss,” Isaac motioned for the guards to lower their weapons, “Come, we’ll have your things brought to one of the guest halls.”Isaac led them through the gates and towards the main entrance. Every guard they passed saluted Isaac which Alex found to be an oddity. The group went to a room with
They started walking forward again leading them through the open countryside for hours. After reaching the top of a tall hill they spotted their friend walking below in an open prairie. Bayle was about to yell out to him, but James stopped her. “It seems he doesn’t want our company, let us follow but keep scarce,”They waited until Alex was a fair distance away before continuing. Since they knew his destination keeping pace was no concern. “So how did you two meet Alex ?” Bayle asked while climbing some boulders,“Well he and I met a little more than one year ago,” said James , “I stole everything he owned, yet he not only forgave me, but helped me pay my debts through labor,”“I met Alex and this fool in a forest, James was caught in one of my traps. After inviting them around my fire I was captured by knights and taken to prison for not paying proper taxes,”“Yes Alex and I worked for the coin in order to release her, she’s been a tag-a-long ever since,”“Tag-a-long?” Scarlett
He soon heard another climbing and turned to see Alex carrying a new bundle of boards towards him. The two worked tirelessly both soaked to the bone. Neither said a word and after the last crack was sealed they both climbed down.They entered and both Scarlett and Bayle quickly gathered them around the fire and handed them blankets so they might dry themselves. James looked at Alex through the firelight and saw no smile upon his face, but sorrow wasn’t all he saw either. His eyes showed reflection as his friend stared into the flames; lost in his replaying memories.Bayle who sat to Alex ’s right gently took his left hand with both of her own without looking or saying a word. Scarlett took James ’s. Other than the crackle of the fire the deserted inn stood silent as four weary wanderers for once had no other place to be.“Where to?” James asked as the four of them started their final leave of Korryn.“I don’t know,” said Alex , “Before, I took joy in my travels, yet now the fields
Alex had dealt with this many times before and knew that Bayle would be just fine. She was a natural fighter and like many of Korryn’s warriors would cope with her actions.Alex , James and Scarlett gathered and locked the live bandits in the carriage and James climbed to the driver seat. Scarlett climbed next to him while Alex and Bayle held onto the back. “This might get a bit bumpy,” James shouted as he drove the carriage out of the grove. The many exposed roots and uneven terrain lifted and dropped the carriage over and over as though trying to shake its riders off. For a moment Bayle lost her grip and began to fall.Alex in a flash grabbed her by the back of her blouse long enough for her to get another grip. Bayle knew Alex was strong, it came with the territory of knighthood, but his grip was statuesque; unmovable. Once they were on the main road Alex let her go. The ride was now smooth and enjoyable as Bayle stared into the passing scenery. Her daze was short-lived how
“See?” said Amber, “you have nothing to worry about, talk to him,”Scarlett thought for a moment then nodded, “I shall.”Amber took her best eggs and cooked them up while Scarlett went for a quick hunt to add in the feast. Bayle cleaned and set the table. When the men returned they washed and soon all six sat around the cabin. For the next hour the small dwelling was filled with laughter as James told the tales of their travels.“-and then Alex tripped into a pile of dung left by the cow!”Everyone, but Alex laughed, “I didn’t trip I was pushed, that ram had it out for me.” Everyone laughed harder.After supper Alex leaned back in his chair putting his hands over his stomach. “That was wonderful,” he said, “but now I must retire to bed.”He stood and walked out towards the barn. Bayle and Amber both nodded at Scarlett and she turned to James . “I would fancy a promenade through the woods,” she said,“At this hour?”“Why not this hour?”“It’s rather dark,”“Since when has darkness
Feeling his back pockets, Alex told him, “Well come with me, we drops down to Bank of Montreal. I needs a bit of air, and a smoke maybe.”The door to Jimi Jak's opened, sound blowing out to the street for a moment or two and then gone, muffled inside. Alex lit his cigarette while he and Staunch went down the steps, which were now soaked in beer, streaks of blood, and littered with smoked down cigarettes butts from a successful, savage night. The Bank of Montreal only across the road from the bar, they crossed over once cars whizzed past.Nobody was inside the bank's ATM lobby. Alex passed Staunch the rest of his smoke before heading up towards the doors.“Not sure which one'll work,” Alex said thumbing through a handful of stolen debit and credit cards. “Might be a few minutes.”Alex went in to the bank machine and Staunch stood alone, drunk, in the dead of night. Occasionally, a car passed, a sound of laughter from the bar flew on the breeze, and a short time Staunch actual
Inside, the wood stove crackled nice and hot. The evening outside, even in summertime, cooled enough to put a chill in the bones. Brian and tom sat at a medium-sized kitchen table; they'd just finished off a good feed of minced moose burgers and deep-fried home fries. Don cooked a lot of things, but the boys loved their late night lunches – usually the same every time, burgers and fries or moose sausage and fries. As they relaxed in their chairs, Don brought them each a glass of ginger-ale, and a good portion of liquor for himself. The boys drank their pop and Don got his kit: one cigarette rolled, and a joint, as well.“Gimme a smoke,” Brian said, hand out.“Yeah, right,” laughed Don. “I ain't that nice, boy.”Brian laughed and Don lit his smoke.“That was wicked grub, Don,” Tommy told him. “Thanks again. Was friggin' starved.”“Today's been a long one,” said Brian.Between puffs of smoke, Don asked, “What'd you two shits get up to all day?”The boys looked nervous at one another, sl
The majority of the poor girl's murder only came back to him by way of time. Once months went by, the nauseating days of his freedom stretching on, and on, he pieced together several images from the night he first made death; him, the craftsman, making death by hand. Her throat bulged under a tight grip of his clenching fists. She tried to grab him, poke at his eyes, but the force of his hands clamping into her skin and taking the breath out of her heaving lungs kept him safe from any real damage, save a couple scratches. He did not actually orgasm; all the same, his penis shot up erect and stiff like a great monolith against her and he pressed it to her, putting the entire weight of his body down on hers, crushing the clutching bits of life from her flailing, pathetic existence still trying to hold to this world.From the start, he made a fine and thorough killer, an efficient machine created for the sole purpose of killing. Her body would never be found; it still sits buried, rotted
He lived on a decent cul-de-sac in Grand Falls, down near the river. Out back of the house sat a spacious garage separate by a large concrete pad, itself leading up into the long driveway. In the garage he had a nice spot for all his woodworking equipment: table saw, bench, racks of drills, hammers, handsaws, wrenches, and plenty of storage space for fresh wood and the like. At the back of the garage stood a door, behind the door, a room, and in that room were secrets. Locked away with only him and the stale air of the garage's workshop, those secrets grew, multiplied like mould in the dark, and he had a place where his wife would not disturb him; she left him to his business, and without her knowledge his rotten secrets, only coming out when he wanted her there. The man even installed a state-of-the-art security system for the entire property, including the garage, which came with intercoms; often, he would simply call his wife on the intercom to let her know it was fine to bring him
Back over under the Canopy and its branchy cover, Tommy and Brian stopped in an inlet of trees and alder bush. They were scared. Still, the boys were beyond determined to be done with the whole situation. Only trouble was neither of them, with all their heart, wanted to relinquish their hold on the money, those pieces of jewelry, all of that. Even as all the trouble of the world might perilously be wavering only inches above their heads, like one of those cartoons were an anvil hangs on a thread about the coyote's head, all Brian or Tom managed to see were the endless possibilities the contents of that bag could provide them; the images of a future path different than their own dominated them, overthrew those young and impressionable minds.“We could just toss the duffel bag in the woods someplace,” Brian remarked; half sure of himself, half kidding himself.The look gave his friend spoke enough on its own.“This is fucked up.”“We can't just get rid of it – not now,” Tom told him.“Y
Then, Staunch saw the wide birch shooting up near the lake's edge. His heart pumped in short bursts, rapid, and then short, slow again; a combination of nervous fear and the traces of meth still beating around in his brain. Alex stepped ahead of Staunch, who straddled behind wanting to stay but needing to follow. The hole sat only feet away now, closer with each and every stumble. Any minute now they would be right upon it. Stopped for a breath, frozen even in the pulsing rays of daylight, Staunch collected his emotions, his swollen and frayed nerves like wounded and exposed electrical wires, and he caught up to Alex . The two men stepped in around the birch alongside one another, with its hollowed middle, and Alex knelt, no words, at the edge of a roughly bore hole in the muggy earth; a hole where once they deposited all their stolen goods, a hole now empty, void.“Why'd you push me in the fuckin' trees like that?”“I just told ya,” Brian said, “there were people comin' and I di
The car parked a few lengths away from them. Two men got out of the driver and passenger sides; they looked normal mostly. One man – tall, tattooed and fairly muscular, the type who spends his free time lifting weights and self-obsessing over the tone of their muscles, bronzed and starved to death – went to the trunk, as the other – smaller, not much, than the other, and with the look of still being in high school due to his teenage way of dressing, but donning a cane in one hand, limping considerably and aching from an obvious back injury – looked to be moving slowly towards Alex and Staunch. They both walked towards the waiting Firebird.Staunch and Alex each got out and greeted the men.The smaller one extended a hand. “You Alex ?” He shook Alex 's hand. Turning to Staunch he asked, “And that must make you – what's it – Stench?”Alex cackled a dry couching laugh. “It's Staunch, actually.”“Shit, sorry.”Staunch looked calm, but underneath a volcano boiled, bubbled fierce in
Brian understood. He knew now, and along really, what Tommy felt wasn't a mental illness, a real delusion making him paranoid and insane; they both felt it, in different ways. It was the yearning for a new and different life instead of the shit existence they'd both experience up until now. While Brian and Tommy tried to create their own identities and shape the future of their lives, no matter how savagely they fought to do so, they were and always would be inhibited by the families which gave them life, shackled to a dirty destiny. Their parents each were destructive and heartless people; more concerned with their own lives and failed expectations and schemes than bothering to worry about the tiny, lonely humans they created from thin air, leaving them to grow into ungardened plants with no discernible paths ahead of them aside from anguish, despair, torment, and days on this wretched earth long and hard as the road to Hell.This gauntlet of living is what truly made Tommy lie and c
Brian decided it best to save his breath for the walk out from the station, especially considering Tommy planned to dig in three different places all around the area. He kept seeing more money, enough to dive into like Scrooge McDuck, and the thought made everything else fade away.But Brian's conscience, the well of his soul, wouldn't let him rest comfortably. He knew letting Tommy's delusion go on was risky; for days on days now, near a week, Tom has talked of nothing aside from the treasure, pirates, and all the like, and it slowly consumed his sanity, each day that passed. He kept on letting Tom pursue the dream of a legend that most likely was not true, in the slightest, and his spying conscience eyed him, judging, and made him feel as if his entire body were slowly being torn into quarters, drawn by horses, his every fibre wrenched in pain. Yet nothing stopped Brian. He certainly made no real efforts to curb Tommy's lust for treasure hunting.He went on watching Tom, who took hi