Enchanted Trichotomy

Chapter 5: Sebastian (Part II)

I stood before the barn house that was spoken of in the note. Took some time to find, but I knew that if I'd skim my hand across every building I walk past I'd eventually find the edge of town. From there I merely circumnavigated the area until I felt old, painted, mossy wood beneath my fingers. The wood of which could only be the neglected barn house. Before entering the gaping entrance, I pressed my ear to the wall. Night had indeed fallen, for the wind carried a crisp chill and the crickets serenaded their mates. Above the noise of the singing bugs I strained my hearing, but heard not a peep beyond the forgotten wood walls.

I stepped into the doorway, revealing myself to whomever may be hiding within the depths of the shadows within. It smelled of rotting wood and old hay. This barn hasn't been used since all the farmers moved to Tallfield around five years ago. Now all the barns were half metal and half wood, which I didn't like at all to be honest. Metal should be kept to weapons and armor, not keeping the farm animals warm at night. Glad I'm no longer a part of that backwards society.

Moving slowly, I feel my way along the right side of the wall. If this barn is built exactly how the ones at home were, then I'd just have to keep moving and I'd come across a staircase. Twenty more paces and I found my assumption to be correct, but halfway up I froze dead in my tracks. There were voices, and if I turned my good ear (the one Leon didn't clout with his blasted fist) I could make out what exactly was being said above me.

"Listen here, this is our territory. Your boys won't do nothing here, until they find you here. Once they eventually do find you here, it'll be your fly-ridden corpse and we'll be long gone with the riches."This voice was very deep, and sneered heavily on the R sounds. It was difficult to make out the accent, for it came from a land I have yet to visit. Before I thought more on it, another voice had spoke. A weak, airy gasp of a voice that whistled like the wind.

"I mean really, how foolish do you think we are? You think that us, kidnappers, would just hand over the girl cause you got the coin?Nah, we can't ride that way. If that were the case then you'd just run off to your fancy guard and hunt us down and take it back. We know your tricks. If we just kill both you and the girl, there will be no one left to identify us as the killers." The malicious smile was evident and heard in his next statement, for his words formed around nastily curved lips. "It's the perfect plan."

Slightly put off at the mention of another individual who knew of the kidnapping, it was overridden with my seething hate for the scum above me. At this point I have had about enough of their talk, and sprung to action. I didn't stop to think who the individual was they were talking down to, or whether they had weapons. They were too arrogant, and cocky for their own well being. They were a dark smear on the glass one looked through to see the beauty of living, a glassI cannot use but a glass I intend to keep clean for others. So I thundered up the stairs, hoping to intimidate them with my weight and size, and stormed into the wide open catwalk space in which they were camped.

A high pitched, muffled squeal came from somewhere far off –indicating that Janine was indeed present. Whether or not they had hurt her I could not tell. Lords forbid if they touched her in any perverse way I'll personally hang them by their manhood out the big second floor window that these barns have. A familiar groan to my left indicated that there was an injured man on the ground, presumably the individual they were mouthing off to. So jaunty, so wrongly. These twisted, crooked, sneering, heavy mouthed, poor excuses of blood and bone. I'll end them.

"Oh lookie' here, his backup arrived. How about that huh?" A rough kick landed upon the groaning man's side and he cried out. "When did you get the chance to get backup huh? Call 'em here before you arrived did ya? Must be some fast birds y'all got." His raspy voice irritated me, and I boiled over where I stood. I ran over to the direction of the voice and put my whole body into a downward arc of a punch. As the punch landed and I felt the thin body of the raspy man crumple beneath my full force, I also felt serrated steel rip across my back, tearing apart my traveler's cloak and all that of which lay beneath it. The sliced skin bleed down my back, and soaked my lower body in my own crimson. It wasn't quite bleeding profusely, but enough to severely piss me off.