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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 6:19 pm
The day was hot. Reynard could smell the thick stink of the bandits, maybe it was time for a rest.
"Alright, we can rest here. We're about ten minutes walk from the town. That and I think this guy needs a water break..."
They came to a shaded are with rocks to sit on and there they rested. Reynard removed his canteen form his belt and took a sip. When he was finished, he tossed it to the man who had been carrying the other guy who at this point was about to suffer form heatstroke. He started guzzling the water without taking a breath.
"Woah, slow down there! Save some for your friend."
The young man eased off the canteen then handed it to his eager companion.
"You humans can't go a mile and a half without water? Good thing its just the two of you or I'd be in a jam... or, I guess you'd be the ones in the jam..."
Shaking his head, he eased himself onto a small rock on the other side of the trail.
"So tell me," Reynard said, addressing the younger thief. "Whats your name, and how did you come to be where you are now?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:45 pm
As the cool water eased the swimming in his head, the boy registered what he was being asked. His mind raced as much as it could in this condition and he shook it a little, wiping sweat and blood away. "What does it matter?" he asked, allowing his weariness to color his voice. "I made my choices and ended up here. Either you'll kill me, I'll be held captive, or I'll escape, only to be killed for my failure." He ticked off possibilities on the fingers of his left hand. "Where I came from seems pretty irrelevant at the moment."
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 1:49 pm
"Indeed it dose..." Reynard said coolly.
He removed a pack of cigarettes and after removing one and placing it into a corner of his mouth, he offered it to his bandit friend.
"But tell me, what would your mother say about the choices you've made for yourself. I'm sure that even bad men love their mommas..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 7:08 pm
He waved a limp hand at the pack in refusal, snorting. "Mother wouldn't have cared. And being dead now, I'm sure she cares even less." Cocking his neck so that it cracked, he breathed in relief and stretched. "Why? What do you care? Doesn't it go down easier to kill someone you don't know anything about?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 11:36 am
Reynard leaned in close and locked eyes with the bandit.
"I can kill anyone I want too, without giving a pig's spit about petty morality..."
Reynard sighed, sitting back again. Then started looking for his lighter.
"But, think outside the box, kid. Maybe I don't want to kill you right off the bat... maybe your a lot more useful to me alive."
He found his lighter and lit the cigarette that was bobbing up and down in his mouth as he spoke.
"But let me put it this way... your life is in your hands. You wanna live? Do what your told. Wanna die...?"
He shrugged his shoulders with a frown.
"You see... I've been killing your kind all my life. Guess you could say I'm trying to kick the habit. I haven't had a friend in a while too..."
He shook his head, removing the cig from his lips.
"We're a lot a like, you and me... We're both here, but not for the betterment of the others species. Both are parents are dead, and we both really want to kill each other... so why be friends? Because we could learn from each other."
He put the cigarette back into his mouth.
"Were like a gun, really..." Reynard removed his Luger from its wooden holster. Holding it gingerly in his hands.
"Were owned by a master, were ether on the side of good or evil, yet we don't know which side we are on... were made of complicated emotions or characteristics(parts). And we each have the ability to take life."
Reynard's face was half hidden by white smoke. He returned his pistol it the holster, and continued.
"I'm sorry, do I sound crazy? I think I do... sometimes I find myself being far to... ahhh, I can't think of it right now. But don't worry, I'll think of it sooner or later..."
He crushed his cigarette.
"Are you ready to go...?
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 7:59 am
"You mostly sound sentimental," murmured the boy, and continued quickly in a louder voice, "Yeah, sure." Turning to his silent and sullen superior officer with and annoyed frown, "And would you pull your own weight already? There's nothing wrong with your other leg and if you don't want to get dropped, I suggest you start acting like it." He turned his back on the now-sputtering older man and began doing some stretches to keep his legs and back from seizing up on the journey ahead. When he was good and ready, he moved over to the fellow on his injured side and pulled the man's arm across his shoulders, looping his own arm about the injured's waist and clasping his wrist to pull the weight into a better position. Angrily he almost muttered his next words. "If it wasn't a knee injury, I'd carry you pig-a-back. Less dignified, but amazingly easier on me."
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 12:11 pm
(Don't forget about us!)
"Uh, no your not." Korin said straight out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 5:31 pm
"Or... I can carry him, and you can have the gun."
Pause. The thief blinked.
"Yeah, in your dreams... lets go." Reynard said gesturing the muzzle of the rifle down the path.
"It wont be long now... at this rate, I'd say ten minutes or so..."
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