Chapter 5
Written by Daniel Harris
Edited by SonikFox
--Flashback--
I
was standing in fog. Fog so thick you could cut it with a knife. I couldn’t see
what I was standing on could be a mountain, plateau, or flat plain. The only
thing I did see was a figure in the heavy fog. My memory showed me approaching
the mysterious person. It was Sloan. With both eyes staring into mine and
bearing a iron forged sword.
“Why
can’t you leave me alone? All I want is to live a normal life.” he said.
“So
did your victims” I retorted.
“My
daughter is withering away in starvation! I had to steal! I’m sure a few
missing bracelets won’t scar the Braztons for life”.
“Never
the less, theft is theft and it is illegal. You can come with me and spend a
few years in jail or lose your life.”
“What
about my daughter?”
“She
aided you in hiding the jewels so she will be in jail as well.”
“A
jail is no place for children. Please, let me find a place for her to stay.”
Sloan begged.
Without
warning, I was shown drawing my sword and quickly jabbing it into Sloan’s left
eye. Sloan wallowed on the dirt in agonizing pain. He was not ready for such a
random attack. I paid no attention to his sword that he dropped close by.
“Now,
you will come with me, no more talk.” I said heartlessly.
“Go
to Hell…” Sloan weakly murmured.
“I
don’t deserve that, but criminals do.”
After
I said that, I raised my sword high into the air ready to behead Sloan.
Unexpectedly he made a sudden dash towards his sword. I laughed thinking his
effort futile, but he proved me wrong fast. While I was laughing he grabbed his
sword, stood up, and swiped his sword across my chest.
--Present--
I
snapped out of my flashback in time to see Sloan kick me in the head. His
agility surprised me once again.
“I
cannot imagine how vile someone could be, much less an entire species.” Sloan
said in a disgusted tone.
I
saw Sloan reach in his coat pocket and draw out a dagger. He glared at me with
vengeance in his eye. I tried regaining strength to either yell for help or
fight back. Fortunately I didn’t have to, Mervin slammed into Sloan with
incredible speed knocking him to the ground. Mervin then ran to me and extended
his hand.
“Are
you alright?” he queried.
“Not
really.” I honestly answered. How could I be? Now I felt disgusted with myself.
I hurt inside and out.
Sloan,
seeing Mervin distracted, tried to run. Mervin must have had excellent hearing
because he raised his head from looking at me and rapidly ran towards Sloan,
tackling him.
“Your
presence will no longer be tolerated!” Mervin said furiously.
Still
in pain, I weakly fell to the ground and blacked out.
--Flashback--
I
was on a hill overseeing a vast, rich field of grass and lilacs. A gorgeous
panther was standing next to me smiling at me. I was smiling back. She put her
arms around my neck and began nuzzling my neck.
“I
wish you wouldn’t have to leave.” She said with a pleasant voice.
“I
know,” I calmly replied. “But when I return, I will look into getting
repositioned. This mission shouldn’t last long. It’s only one criminal.”
“Promise
me something, my love…” she said.
“Anything.”
I replied.
“Don’t
kill Sloan. His child needs him.”
“You
know how I feel about criminals. They disgust me.”
“I
know that my love, but what will happen to his girl?”
“She
aided him in his theft. That makes her just as guilty according to the law.”
“She
wouldn’t survive in jail. You know that, she can’t go.”
“While
I’m gone, try to appeal to the council on her freedom due to her age. You’re a
very convincing lady Gwen.”
“If
we were fortunate enough to have a child, think about sending her off to jail,
just think about it. But anyways, you always think of something.”
And
after saying that, she kissed me. I felt uncomfortable with those last words
from Gwen.
--Present--
I
was still in pain. I could tell I was laying on a bed, a soft one at that, but
my vision was blurry. I couldn’t see well. All I could do was make out fuzzy
shapes. The only living thing I could see was a person of short stature. When
my seeing cleared up, I recognized the person. It was my young friend that
always smiled, Deacon.