Friday, March 4, 2005

   wat u think of this!?
A dusty road was kicked up into the face of James Strakeln making it uneasy to see in front. The heat was so intense on this fine morning and the horse was also struggling to bare the pain of the sand. The only vision to James was that there were sign spreaded across the floor in a lovely red writing.

It read: Mystic Town 2 miles.

There was a mile after until the next sign came up.

This one read: Bandits will have their hand chopped off. Murderers will have their heads taken away!

The letters were in the same colour but in a deeper shade of red.

At half a mile the last sign was visible on the floor.

This one said: The writing is made of three people who did not heed this warning. Don’t be the same!

James smiled at the last one.

He pulled the horse in to the left crossing a rail station on the way to the town. The railway looked like it hadn’t been used for at least two years and the town seemed to be pretty quiet.

In the streets of the town was a tavern, a pub and a potion shop. The Inn could not be seen. Even though the place seemed like a maze Strakeln seemed to know where he was going. He took the left street and down to the Inn laying by the train track.

He untied his horse and tied the rope onto a fence surrounding the basin full of water. He then left to walk in the Inn. As the door squeaked its way open, Strakeln could see that not many people were in the place.

A woman with blond hair came up to the counter and took out her pen. She looked up at James and jumped back with fright.

“Oh my! James! Your back! Ma! James is back!” the woman jumped up and down reaching over and hugging James tight.

An old frail lady came in slowly allowing attention to draw to her. The expressions on her face could tell that she was in pain.

“Hi there James! You finally came to marry my daughter!” said the lady as James raised an eyebrow.

James then remembered that he was going to marry this woman when he was 16. He couldn’t then because he was too yougn to marry.

“I’m...feeling a bit tired at the moment I...had to travel far to get here!” his excuses where took in and the woman that he was going to marry took him to his room.

“Mrs Julie Strakeln. Doesn’t sound that bad,” said Julie speaking to herself.

“Hey! Listen, Julie. I have to do a job to get some money. I have to travel to the south,” said James quietly and calmly knowing her temper was terrible. She started to go red for about two minutes and then smiled. Something must have gone into her head to stop her going mad.

“That’s okay! I can come with you!” James turned to the dark to keep his head into the dark. He knew that even if he tried arguing she would win.

James laid his feet onto the bed and started to snore as Julie went downstairs.

The old woman was doing the dishes as a man walked in stinking of cigarettes and alcohol. Julie came up to him.

“Would you like a room Sir?” asked Julie as the man came closer to her.

“If I can have you then I’ll get a month!” said the man leaning over to flirt with her.

“Sorry but I’m already with someone,” Julie was started to became inpatient of the person and was holding firm of the guest book.

“What you got under that dress?” asked the man slipping his hand up her dress.

“Nothing for you to see!” Julie grabbed the guest book and battered the metal end across his head. The man bleed across his mouth and was raising his head when she hit him again and again.

The old lady had seen what had happened and came in slowly again.

Her face was stunned by the amount of blood poured onto the floor. Julie looked up at her mother and said, “He touched me!”

The body was disposed of and not even James knew about what had happened.

The next day James woke up and got out of bed. He still had his golden armour on and could hear nothing from anyone downstairs.

James snuck down the stairs hoping that Julie was not awake so he could escape.

Strakeln had his hopes up and ready.

He got outside without making a single noise. James turned around to see that his horse was right in front of him.

Julie was already on the horse.

“Good morning!” said Julie smiling and giving a hand for James to get on the horse.

After ten minutes of arguing who should ride the horse James rode down the street. He could feel Julie’s hands around his waist. A bow was in one of her hands and sharp arrows in her quiver.

The moon started to move down and the sun arose across the town. A stream of blood followed along as the horse trotted unaware of it.

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