Lamentations

Trials and the like

As the rains stops all progress,
left over droplet attempt to drown out the silence with small plops of disturbance.

Soon the rain begins to drop in blankets again. As class representatives gather, in their distributed groups as instructed.

Far off to the rear of the building many kilometers to the right, there are men finishing a job at the waters edge.

A ways away from there are docks and  mooring. moving Various items of livelihood for everyday occurrences are being moved around.

The biggest boat is far under the water. In it there is a school of aquatic animals and five divers.
With ten tons of oxygen loaded onto their backs. 

The few bubbles floating from their movements being few, as they searched for evidence.

The evidence that could, help them live a little longer. They were told to look for what was lost.

Far in the distance,  the item lay south from the area.

Between the docks, and buildings with the suburbs was a field and mansion.

To the side of that mansion was a hut.

In the hut there was a impressively intricate roof,  large enough to be considered impossible.

Besides that the hut looked like it was fairly modest for it's upkeep and kindly coloration.

Most people paid it little attention, or at least pretended to.

Besides it's size, the hut didn't have the stature of it's shabby rundown counterparts closer to the docks. With it's own simple elegance the cottage seemed to find it quite suitable to sit next to a mansion.

As though they were siblings, neither wanted to do the other justice. Or cared that anyone with one glance in their general direction paid little attention to them. As if to say, "you'll appreciate me when time is due"

For all the Gold in the world.
It was as if the two buildings lack of attention from passersby was the true statement. Their in-hospitality while was forbidding the buildings from properly bidding their time to catch...things.

"You may not enter, I forbid it. I'll show you, if you don't believe me." like any classical mansion would say as it looms over visitors. 

These buildings seemed to eager. As if being overly welcoming, was what really disturbed those who approached it. 

The hut from the outside was survivable even for an aristocrat.
Small and polished.
The interior of the rooms to the hut stayed horribly kept.   Growing wild as ever.
"Under new management" as people say when a new owner takes a house, with very unkempt house manners. 

In the room to the right of a long hallway. Which veered from the left of the grand entrance to the mansion.

There was a room with a open door displaying a couple, two figures,one unrecognizable, the other a man with shifting eyes.

"I'D ONLY LOVE YOU IF YOU DIDN'T HATE ME!"

The strapping man at the age of twenty with rough features, soft eyes and a glint of respite glared. It was aimed at the unrecognizable figure in the back of the corridor.

That figure had a women and man sitting a way from their side of the corridor.
Each had a distance between each other.

All too busy with preocuppying themselves,
to notice that they had a serious matter being handed to them.
As they really couldn't care less.

The argument the two concluded was something of nature in a way.

Unavoidable and amusing.

Something of the nature, one should always watch but never engage in. For multiple incoherent reasons.

"Really Dereck I thought the better of you, if only John understood it like you were supposed to."

The figure was suprised.
Since this was the only time there was no expected company.
Not that the figure was informed of to this specific room.
He was after all trying to cater to some demands as it was.

Unabashed the speaker.
A man leaning the corridor's exit sauntered over with a shake of the head.
He was clean shaven, burly, and armed. He waved his hand in the air. A gesture to signal his discontent of the obvious fight at hand.

The man obviously didn't expect the brother of Dereck to be so unconfidential, rude, and hard to communicate to.

The difference was that one brother was pure and the other wasn't but it didn't help that the two traits they shared were similarly mixed.

It made them both similarly difficult.

"HOW COULD THIS EVER BE YOUR FAULT? THEY ALWAYS TAKE YOUR SIDE!"

Rodrick didn't feel any remorse for yelling at his aquaintance turned freind from many years in front of him.

They both knew that if it didn't happen it would be forced and neither wanted that. Since the two were friends the figure in the dark obliged and said quite forcefully

"I ask for nothing as you take anything that comes your way, how is it my fault you stay in side their guides for your thoughts?"

The truth that had been more than a mere dam. It was a barrier and safety net that broke.

As the two sitting in the corridor finally became unoccupied. The exchange was nearly over.

The deal was set between Rodrick and his dark figured friend as they said in unison "THE DEED IS DONE."

LIGHT FILLED THE ROOM AND, AS THE TWO VANISHED. THE THREE REMAINING SMILED AS IF TO HIDE A INSIDE JOKE.

*I am editing or attempting to after a very long time. May I just clown myself, as I have no doubt. I will continue to do so.

WTF is with that uppercase descriptive last sentence ?! Oh I know, being upset I don't draw this online. Then I wouldn't have to write so much.