“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
Hours and many falls by Bayle later the two dressed and headed back to the farm. It was now beginning to darken on the horizon and they could easily smell the food Amber was preparing. After changing into some dryer clothes, they entered the cabin and sat down for prayer.Coltyn gave it and they then began to eat. The fifth plate which was laid for Scarlett sat untouched for a long while as they chatted about the day and the many bruises now covering Bayle.“Aren’t you already trained in swordplay?” Coltyn asked, “I’ve seen the rapier you carry,”“I am an adept fencer,” said Bayle, “But I would like to learn how to fight like Alex , become a warrior,”“How do you mean?” Alex asked,“I see you, and you are unstoppable, with sword, shield, fist, no matter the weapon you seem to be the best at it all. Without my sword I am defenseless,”“Fighting prowess comes from experience, I was not born a knight, I had to be molded into one,”“Then mold me.”Alex had not realized how serious she w
James smiled and slid the ring upon her finger. He then immediately stood and kissed her and her him. It was as their first kiss. Full of emotion, relief and excitement. When their lips parted, she held him tight and began to breathe heavily in disbelief. “Will you be alright?” he asked,“I’m not sure, I don’t know what I’m feeling, my mind is buzzing and my body is weak,”She tried to walk, but her legs failed causing her to stumble. James caught her and lifted her upon his back. As he walked he felt her fall asleep with her head resting upon his shoulder. Back at the farm he placed her in her bed and turned to sneak to his own room. Alex however blocked the door.“Are you angry with me?” James asked as they sat at the small table in the main room,“Explain and we’ll see,”“I simply needed time, I wasn’t expecting to be gone so long, maybe a week at the most,”“It’s been months,”“I understand, I would have returned sooner but I needed two things first, one: a ring for proposal a
He led her around the many houses and buildings talking about the locations from memory. The two laughed as Scarlett enjoyed the glimpse into James ’s childhood. James stopped suddenly as they passed by three women on the street. They wore tattered rags and looked hungry. He turned to get a better look.“Do you know them?” Scarlett asked,“I do,”James caught up to them. “Yes?” asked the oldest, the mother of the other two. She was well wrinkled and seemed exhausted from living in poverty.“You wouldn’t know me, but I used to be a boy in this town long ago,”“Oh?” asked one of the daughters, “Which boy? We knew all of them and I don’t recognize you,”“My name is James , this is my wife Scarlett,”“We didn’t know any James , you must be mistaken,”“You wouldn’t know me, but I was a poor orphan, I feel rather embarrassed about admitting this, but I used to use your attic for refuge at night near fifteen years ago,”“We haven’t had a house for ten,” said the other daughter,“Ignore him
Franklyn sat for a moment in silence. He then lifted his head, “Indeed, I must not shy away from my choices,”“That’s a good man,”“So where is Alex these days?”“We all inhabit a farm a good way from here, the work is hard, but we’ve never strayed from a good day’s labor,”“A farm? Perhaps I could be of help?”“Of course, but you’ll have to be accepted by the owner,”“Either way,” said Scarlett, “I’m sure Alex would like to know you’re alive,”“Then I shall travel there when Ruby is well enough,”“Would you prefer us to stay as she recovers?”“No, I would not sully your journey with worry,”“It is no trouble,”“Again, I must decline, you two enjoy yourselves, I will take care of Ruby,”“We shall be in town a while anyway, so call on us if you need anything,”“I shall, it is truly wonderful to see you again.”James and Scarlett left the stables and walked through the rain as she reminisced her childhood memories. She led him to her old house now occupied by another family. She told
“Alex !” shouted James from afar. He was followed by two small boys trying to keep up. “James ,” Alex nodded. “Bayle has asked me to fetch you,”“Then I shall go straight way,” Alex lifted the scythe to rest it upon his left shoulder. “Will you and the boys accompany me?”“No, Daniel here,” he motioned to the older boy, “says he is old enough to work,”“Oh, does he now?” Alex smiled at the boy, “A three-year-old for the fields? Perhaps he should start by feeding the chickens with his mother,”“I’m four,” Daniel proudly displayed four of his fingers,“My mistake, you may take my tools then,” Alex held out the handle of the scythe. Daniel looked at the large tool and then to his small hands. “Chickens,” he sighed. James and Alex gave a chuckle. They all walked back together. The two-year-old Jacob bringing up the rear as he struggled to walk through the wheat. Alex lifted him upon his right shoulder and he cheered happily.When they approached the commune, Scarlett was hard at w
James charged with a powerful lunge. Alex parried his thrust and thought he had an opening, but James twisted out of the path of the blade by mere inches. He fell off balance, rolled and stood again in one swift motion. Neither man had had this much fun in a while. It was good practice and Alex was impressed by James ’s speed and increased prowess with a blade. The battle raged on with more and more stalemates as each man swung, ducked, kicked and blocked over and over in a perfect dance of combat.After many minutes, James misjudged however and Alex struck him on the shoulder. James gave a yelp of pain and rubbed the spot. He stretched for the next round and held up his sword. This time James was on the attack giving fast flurried swipes that Alex narrowly blocked until he too erred and James struck him on the side.The score now tied each smirked and switched the swords to their dominant hands. “Truly sir” James bantered, “You are weak without a shield to cower behind,”“
Isabelle and Ruby sat upon horses trotting along the path. Tied to the saddles were rolled tents and bedding. For the last month, Ruby had been talking with Isabelle to no avail. She would wake screaming every night and would have to be restrained until calm. James had given Ruby the idea of time away from the farm for the two girls to enjoy themselves. Behind the horses, Franklyn walked with his halberd over his shoulders.“How much farther today?” he asked,“Not far,” answered Ruby, “there should be a comfortable spot up ahead.”After another hour, they stopped their horses and secured them to a tree. “This will do,” she said. The woodland they had entered was full of foliage. Ruby looked up to Franklyn who shrugged. He lowered all his gear to the ground and began to tear up bushes and shrubs until there was a patch of clear earth. Isabelle and Ruby set up their tent while Franklyn explored the perimeter.“Why is he here again?” Isabelle asked,“Alex asked him to accompany us,” Ru
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