02-20-2012, 11:41 AM
THUMP!
The door swung open violently. A keen young face bursted in from the opening, his face had a certain gloom but retained a tint of anguish. He was out of breath.
"Jamie..." the boy stopped to catch a couple of breaths, "you better come see this. There's been another one."
A cold shot went through the heart of Jamie Sickert. Just less than a week ago, he had heard of similar news. Much more dire for him personally, but just as savage. He dropped the hunting knife that he had been sharpening in his shed and ran after the young boy that had just trotted off towards the crime scene.
As the two approached the growing gathering of villagers, he saw many familiar faces. The butcher, the general store owner, the blacksmith all of whom had been very supportive of the passing of his father. Their expressions were mirthless and anxious, it wasn't a pretty sight. Surely, another villager had fallen.
Hand in hand with the younger boy, Jamie pushed his way towards the front of the crowd and looked down at the victim. Bound savagely, hands behind her back with multiple stab wounds covering an extremely wide range of her body. Her face contorted by the pain and her impending death, left to bleed to death. Just like his father.
"It's Mrs. Bottom..." the young boy's trembling lips managed to blurt out as tears swell out of his eyes. He took a liking to the recently retire weaver, and Jamie knew that very well.
"It's okay Johnny, everything's going to be fine," his arms tightly wrapped around Johnny's neck. "Listen, you're going to leave and go back home and have supper, okay? I'll come find you later." He pushed the boy off and sent him on his way home.
"Would you two mind wrapping Matilda up and prepping the pyre for her?" an indifferent voice called out.
Jamie swung his head back. It was a member of the Elder Council, as if they knew any better. As the men begin to pack Mrs. Bottom up, Jamie walked past the pacified crowd and walked straight towards the man, and swung right for his face. The punch missed, and the young man was sent to the ground by velocity of his misfired punch. He picked himself up clumsily and aimed another. By now, Johan who had witnessed the confrontation had already ran up to him and locked away his arms and attempted to pull him off.
"Another person's been killed and all you can think about is how to get rid of her body?" Still struggling and kicking, he finally pushed off of Johan by inadvertently striking the assistant with an elbow, and snapping out of his grip.
"Get your filthy hands off me you scum. There's people out there that has committed several murders and you're trying to contain me? Fuck off!" Jamie screamed with frustration, pointing towards the crowded towns square. "Why don't you concentrate your resources and go out and find them?"
The door swung open violently. A keen young face bursted in from the opening, his face had a certain gloom but retained a tint of anguish. He was out of breath.
"Jamie..." the boy stopped to catch a couple of breaths, "you better come see this. There's been another one."
A cold shot went through the heart of Jamie Sickert. Just less than a week ago, he had heard of similar news. Much more dire for him personally, but just as savage. He dropped the hunting knife that he had been sharpening in his shed and ran after the young boy that had just trotted off towards the crime scene.
As the two approached the growing gathering of villagers, he saw many familiar faces. The butcher, the general store owner, the blacksmith all of whom had been very supportive of the passing of his father. Their expressions were mirthless and anxious, it wasn't a pretty sight. Surely, another villager had fallen.
Hand in hand with the younger boy, Jamie pushed his way towards the front of the crowd and looked down at the victim. Bound savagely, hands behind her back with multiple stab wounds covering an extremely wide range of her body. Her face contorted by the pain and her impending death, left to bleed to death. Just like his father.
"It's Mrs. Bottom..." the young boy's trembling lips managed to blurt out as tears swell out of his eyes. He took a liking to the recently retire weaver, and Jamie knew that very well.
"It's okay Johnny, everything's going to be fine," his arms tightly wrapped around Johnny's neck. "Listen, you're going to leave and go back home and have supper, okay? I'll come find you later." He pushed the boy off and sent him on his way home.
"Would you two mind wrapping Matilda up and prepping the pyre for her?" an indifferent voice called out.
Jamie swung his head back. It was a member of the Elder Council, as if they knew any better. As the men begin to pack Mrs. Bottom up, Jamie walked past the pacified crowd and walked straight towards the man, and swung right for his face. The punch missed, and the young man was sent to the ground by velocity of his misfired punch. He picked himself up clumsily and aimed another. By now, Johan who had witnessed the confrontation had already ran up to him and locked away his arms and attempted to pull him off.
"Another person's been killed and all you can think about is how to get rid of her body?" Still struggling and kicking, he finally pushed off of Johan by inadvertently striking the assistant with an elbow, and snapping out of his grip.
"Get your filthy hands off me you scum. There's people out there that has committed several murders and you're trying to contain me? Fuck off!" Jamie screamed with frustration, pointing towards the crowded towns square. "Why don't you concentrate your resources and go out and find them?"