"Are you not mad at me? You are a fool. Don't you also want to cut me down to pieces?”
“Angry: No, I'm disappointed because you gave me food and a place to sleep, but you left me with nothing but my tools, which I made sure to hide because they are my most valuable possessions."What do you conceal with iron tools? Why would you conceal tools but leave a valuable shield and sword for the taking?When they got to the stables, Alex said, "You’re no fool, your mad in the head," "Say what you think," and "But I will live my life the way I feel is right." "They are of less worth to me, I only have them as a last resort for defense, and I will get them back, but I’ll do it honestly."James began to scoop and scrape the muck from the stable floors after Alex instructed him to sit on a stool in the corner of the stable where he could keep an eye on him. Alex noted how poorly the horses were cared for in such filth, and the work was repugnant.James observed Alex as he diligently scrubbed the filthy dirt and old hay from each stall and replaced it with fresh soil.Alex buried all of the filth from the stable, making them look clean and brand-new after long hours of work. Alex jolted James, who had fallen asleep, awake as the stable owner approached."I'd say you've earned ten coins off your debt, this is good work," "Ten!" James yelled, "This ought to pay off fifty!In that state, cleaning your disgusting stables took hours. "Ten will be fine," Alex said. "You fool!You've worked hard for five men, and he only pays you a pittance for it!Hold your tongue thief, please! “Like you know anything about an honest day's work!?” shouted the man."You lazy swine, I know that even a servant would be paid twice as much as this man, and a servant wouldn't let his master's stable in such a shabby state in the first place!"“James!” Alex scolded him, turning to the man and saying, "You will hold your tongue from insults, I have agreed to the amount, now to work off the eighty more.""I plan to present my horses to the royal family for purchase, so they need to be groomed," "It will be done."James, come.James followed, but he was enraged. Why would you concur?! You crazy fool, you know that your work was worth a quarter of my debt!Alex merely grinned. Before going back to the stable, he went and got a bucket and a brush. He cleaned the dirt and grime from the thick coat of the first horse with the heavy metal brush. He continued to clean and shine each horse's coat as he groomed them. James tapped his foot impatiently while waiting for him to finish. The horses were elegant when the chore was finished, their coats shining in the setting sun.James got up when the man came back. Another ten coins, these are good.James made a loud grunt.As Alex and James made their way toward the hotel, Alex said, "Till morning," adding, "Come back tomorrow and I'll have more work."Since the previous night, Alex had not eaten anything, which made his stomach rumble. James's followed suit. The innkeeper gave Alex a handshake upon entering. How did you make that roof completely waterproof? It has never looked better.The keeper then looked at James and asked, "Isn't that the thief from earlier?" "I once learned from a man skilled in shipbuilding that if you flip a boat upside down it makes a great roof," he said. "I’ll remember that, help yourself to a room and a meal.""He is; would it be okay for him to spend the night in my room? And eat with me?”"Why would you believe a thief?"“I would,” “You may do as you wish, but I’m holding you accountable if anything of mine goes missing in the night,” and “Agreed” are all responses. After that, a bartender brought him and James their food to a table.Alex said politely, "Thank you miss," as James began to eat everything on his plate. With his mouth full of meat, he noticed Alex praying with his hands clasped and eyes shut. The idea made James look embarrassed as he looked around.Alex began to consume the bread on his plate after he finished.Is that the reason why you do what you do?” With a full mouth, James inquired, "Because of some deity you've never seen? You will have a place in heaven for your deeds?"Fair," "I won't, but I expect the same tolerance from you for my beliefs," "I'll have you speak with reverence when referring to the Almighty," and "Fine, fine, just don't expect me to bow my head to something I don't believe in" were some of the responses.After eating together in silence, the couple went to bed. James fell asleep almost immediately after Alex gave him the bed and dropped to the floor on his quilts from exhaustion. James was lying in bed and looking up at the ceiling. He was enraged, but he had no idea why. He detested the horseman because he had abused Alex. He almost laughed at himself after that. When he stole his belongings, he had done the same thing. He picked up the bag and set it down by Alex's feet.After that, he slipped out of the hotel and into the darkness by quietly opening the door. He started walking after giving the village's boundaries a glance. He slowed down with each step until he stopped, his heart heavy. He was about to do worse, but he resented the horse owner for being unfair. He planned to leave the man with an unpaid debt.James bowed his head in shame as he looked down at the ground. He was overcome with guilt like he had never experienced it before. He couldn't even move because he had taken weapons, coins, gold, silver, and any other form of wealth throughout his life without giving it a second thought. His face was wet with tears, which fell to the dirt road.He turned around and went in the direction of the blacksmith shop. He entered the locked shop by lifting the inner latch with his own dagger. As he went behind the counter and pulled out the sheath-shield with the sword inside, he could hear the smith snoring in an upper loft. He carried it on his back and returned to the hotel.Alex expected James to have vanished when he awoke, but to his relief, the young man was still asleep in the bed. He then noticed that his shield was affixed to the door. By looking for his family's name engraved on the hilt, he verified that it was his own by getting up and inspecting it. It made him smile to know that the young man was attempting to compensate him for his wrongdoing. He left the inn and headed toward the blacksmith's shop after grabbing the shield.As he held it up, Alex said, "I believe this was stolen from you last night," "Yes, it was, where did you find it?""My friend was attempting to return it to me in my room to pay back his debt for stealing it in the first place," "So it's yours?"“I’ll talk to him about it,” “You’re an odd one, it’s a miracle how you’ve survived this long with your naivety,” “I know well the ways of the world and was not always as I am now, but I am happier for it,” “If you say so, have him return my money and the shield is yours,” Alex returned to the inn and woke James up.You're awake when the sun hasn't even reached the top of the mountains. "And both are hard workers for their livelihoods as we must be, now follow me to the river," "Why the river? Only bakers and smiths use the darkness of the morning. "Are we moving on?James got out of bed and asked, "Ugh, where's the shield?" "No, I need to bathe and you could use a good wash yourself from what I smell," he replied.I gave it back to you," "Yes, and I gave it back to the smith," "What!?" You own it, so why did you return it?“But... You... Ugh!” "He paid good money for it, it would be wrong to leave him empty-handed, "He let out a groan and stormed out of the hotel and down the street. As they entered the smith's shop, Alex smiled as he followed him. The coin bag was slammed against the counter by him.Here!” "Fifty-five coins for the shield-sheath!" he yelled.After counting them out, the smith took the bag. He gave the weapons to them and gave a nod to the amount. I have paid you back my debt?”"Yes, fully compensated with the satchel," "And the quilt?"You are free to keep it; I can always make another. Come on, we still have some work to do.James followed him back to the horse master's residence. The sleepy man responded when he knocked on the door. He was surprised to see Alex and James standing there while still dressed in his nightwear."What do you need right now?""I've arrived at work, sir; what should I do?""Yes, sir," I replied, "Go wash my clothes in the river, just don't disturb me again until the sun has passed over the mountains."Alex started walking toward the river after grabbing the basket of filthy clothes on the house's side. James demanded Alex carry half the weight and grabbed the handhold, despite Alex's ease of lifting the basket. With the basket in the middle, the two walked side by side. Alex started singing:“That’s a strange song for you,” said James, "It sounds like a battle hymn," "It is," said Alex, "Now let me sing:" "For our land of Korryn we will give out our lives, Giving blood to the rivers and shouts to the skies, Let all heed our warning in lands near and far, Korryn is our home and we’ll never depart." "That’s a strange song for you," said Alex. "It sounds like a"Our enemy is not of flesh or steel; evil we'll fight with our might and zeal." "Our kingdom is just and our warriors are true." "With us the proud and the valiant stand, To help and guide us we'll defend our land. Ne'er shall we conquer, but with steadfast hearts, We'll banish the evil that greed would impart." Let Heaven guide us with the view of the Almighty."“So, among your many talents, I would guess that you are also a Korryn warrior or, more likely, a knight?”"Was it that clear?"In addition, I noticed the king's crest on your bag. These items are only given to nobles,” "It was a gift from my king accompanying my exile," and "Banishment? After banishing someone, what kind of king gives them a present?“He gave the trinket to show that I was still in his favor and should not be turned away as a traitor,” "Are you going to tell me the story?" "It wasn't his idea." "I have no desire to return.""No," "Secrets?" “It’s not dishonesty, I simply don't enjoy talking about my past,” “Then it’s not about pleasing a deity, it’s about redemption,” “It is what it is and I will not explain further,” Alex began to become irritated and shoved the basket at James in an effort to get him to stop prodding.Alex began washing the clothes one at a time in the water as soon as they got to the river. Following that, he hung them from nearby tree branches. A
James received all of Alex's gear, with the exception of his shield, which he held securely in his left hand, as the men began to close in.As he gripped the hilt of his sword, he said, "I will ask you men to leave us be." "I do not wish to fight you and my skill will outmatch yours." "Sounds like someone needs a lesson in humility," the leader said as his men got closer. "Kill them, that shield will be a good enough prize for such easy work."Alex drew his sword from James' shield and pushed him to the ground without warning. Alex slammed the first of the men, knocking him to the ground, as the others charged. After using his sword to stop a right-handed swing, he spun and kicked the man in the hip, sending him flying backwards and into the roadside dirt. After that, he spun with his sword low and shield high to stop another attack, swiped at the man's feet, cleaving his right ankle halfway through, then retracted his weapon and stood straight. As the wound dripped blood across his f
“Well, a rose is soft and fickle for a season, so it seemed a good match,” she replied. "No, I’m good for a rose, just odd of you to praise me as such."The huntress gave a snicker while James' face went red with inconvenience. "As Alex turned to leave, he said, "We should be on our way; it is getting dark." The woman said, "Hold," "Why not make camp with me?"“Oh?” "And why would we do that?" James asked.Alex said as he took off his gear and started putting his bedding in the leaves. "We'd love to," he said.“What?” asked James, "This woman has asked us to be her guests; it would be impolite to turn her down, and I for one would welcome an extra hand in these perilous woods." James grunted audibly, "Ugh," but he soon also was putting his bed up for the night.Alex replied, "Scarlett, yours?" "I'm sorry, I do not know your name."James responded, "Alex," "Sir Alex and his companion the fool," "The fool has a name," "I would prefer you use it," and "James, is it?I prefer fool more," "
It's not about lethality; it's about honor; daggers are the weapon of an assassin because they lack honesty, and a sword is meant to be seen, not hidden;" A coward could use a sword just as a warrior could use a dagger, I have no guilt using one," and "a symbol of the truth of one's intentions"James paid five coins each for two rooms at the inn by this time. Alex said his usual prayer of thanks as they sat down to eat. James waited for him, his stomach growling as he tapped his foot in annoyance.James asked as they began to eat, "How long does it take to say "thank you"?" "I not only give thanks for the food, but for the day being as fair as it was, for my victory over the bandits, for our encounter with Scarlett, for the good knights who showed us the way to this settlement, and for giving us the work needed to help our friend." "You really think some deity planned all that to happen before it happened?" James asked. "I not only give thanks for the day“Planned? No, yet advanced th
Scarlett leapt from the tree and silently grasped the window, "There is no need to hide Scarlett, we have no need for secrecy." She sat on the single chair while Alex sat on the bed after Alex pulled her in.The moon and the brilliant stars that shone through the window were the only sources of light.“Well, you’re here now, may I ask why you’re following James and I?” "I didn't want to bother you,""Your fool is of no consequence; I only follow you," "That fool is my friend, and his name is James;" I would anticipate the use of his name, "Either way, you're the one I follow," and "And for what cause?"Alex stood to gather his belongings and said, "I would wish to join you in your journeys, should you not want me I’ll be on my way." "I would be honored, but only if you apologize to James and disband the use of the word fool, he is much smarter than he lets on, we will leave tomorrow so be ready by then, you may take my bed." "No, a lowly peasant such as myself has no place in the bed r
James stood sweating under the hot sun. Alex stood across from him with a wooden sword in his hand. James charged with his two wooden knives and Alex easily blocked one with his sword and grabbed James ’s other hand twisting until he released his weapon. He pushed James away and waited for him to pick up the practice weapon once more.“Your attacks are obvious, you need to use grace, not brutality,” Alex said.James crept towards him holding his weapons up. He thrust and was knocked away, James then spun with the hit and almost struck Alex ’s side, but failed as Alex caught his arm before the blow.“Close, you used the momentum of my parry against me, very instinctive,”“Maybe you’re right, I should use a sword,”“Well, before you make the switch let’s try something else.” Alex dropped his sword and put up his arms in a fighting stance. James did the same. Alex swung at him and he ducked then retaliated with a flurry of strikes to his friend’s abdominal region before leapi
“You are a thief, aren’t you?” Alex asked,“Well not any... oh... you mean?”“Yes,”“What?” asked Scarlett,“Nothing wench, just leave it to me,”“James --” Alex tried,“No, let’s see what the fool can do,” Scarlett gave him a smile.Once Alex was free James began to look at the door. “No handles on this side or keyholes... but it’s a simple latch mechanism.” He pulled out one of his daggers which had been hidden in his pant-leg. He slid it through the crack and lifted the latch. “Still think the all-seen sword is the only weapon worth holding?” James slowly opened the door and peeked about. No one was in sight which gave him an eerie feeling. “I guess they all feel safe enough to leave us unguarded,” he said,“Be careful anyway,” said Scarlett.The three exited the building and disappeared into the shadows. Once they were a safe distance from the village James crouched in the dirt and began to draw.“Alright, so if this is the village we need to set up here, here, and here,” he
“That’s very clever,” said Alex as they stepped on the fresh made path, “I should learn how to construct one,”“Why?” asked James from under his hood, “If we’ve not horses to pull it?”“Because we could share the design with other kingdoms,” said Scarlett, “Typical you’d only think to use it yourself,”“And you like walking in the deep snow?”“No, I loathe it, but you should know by now we do not act for ourselves,”“I do know it, but sometimes I wonder why not make life a little easier,”“Because challenge invites growth,” said Alex , “While luxury invites stagnancy,”“I’m not asking for a castle, just a horse, maybe one for each of us,”“When I first met you how far could you run before being winded?” Alex asked,“I don’t know, a fair distance I guess,”“And how far can you run now?”James thought about it. It had been six months since that fateful day of their meeting. He realized he could run three times farther and faster now than before and was much stronger.“I see your poi
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