User blog:Naju Silver/Chain's and Blood Chapter 1

Hi and welcome to my story. This is my first Fic i've done on this site so this will be interesting. I don't know how long this will be but this is just the start. A comment or  constructive criticism would be helpfull. Just don't bash me too much ^^ Anyways here goes!

I can hear the wagon wheel’s. The shackles on my neck and wrist have by now made permanent scarring. We have been traveling for weeks now. Just a small piece of hard bread is the only nourishment i get everyday. Im used to not eating full meals but this is too much for my body. I'm tired and i can barely lift any of my limbs by now.

Suddenly I hear the the slaver next to my personal wagon bang his long stick against the iron bars surrounding me calling me for attention.   “Oy monster boy!” He calls out to me mockingly “We are soon at your final destination, hope you enjoyed these last days of peace!” He laughs and smirks at me.

I make no response, i’m too tired to even raise my voice and I know if i even glance at this fucker the wrong way he starts hitting me with that long stick though the iron bars. I speak from experience here.

I sigh and and lean my head against the wooden wall, I curse silently thinking about the person and the event’s that put me here.

---*Flashback*---

I smile as i have finally reached safety, I’ve been chased by the Order guard for an hour now I think. Well i guess they really want me caught, considering i just stole a local noble girl’s necklace, don’t know why the Boss wants this but I guess it’s for one of his personal slaves that “did good”. I frown and pat my pocket making sure its still there, I sigh in relief that it is.   <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I'm currently in the slums of the city. Hence the safety, no guard has the balls and time to follow me in here. if you haven’t lived here for most of your life its a damn maze.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I walk in a relaxed pace, removing my hood and face mask revealing my dark crimson hair and face. I look down and study my face. it’s a face that really doesn't belong in a slum.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Unlike the others, who like me have spent their entire life here my face looks good. My teeth are still white and I don’t have a huge scar cowering my face. But unlike everyone else i have almost blood like red hair, and no i don’t mean i have the “almost” orange kind of red hair. I mean unnatural crimson red hair. Like those monsters I have heard about. Because of this hair color i’m not well liked, People refer to me as “Monster boy” although besides the hair i’m just a normal human being.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Stopping my reminiscing i continue on the muddy path heading to the Meady inn. As the ugly name says it’s an inn that also functions as the HQ for the city criminals and the hang spot for the not so honorable adventurers.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Arriving to the inn i notice a lot more of the bosses goons than usual outside. They make a quick glance at me, my hair giving away who i am. One of the goons make a “tch” sound as I walk past, I shrug it off. This happens all the time and sometimes it’s even worse.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I walk in to the dark inn, not many customers this time of the day, later this evening this place will be crowded. Right now though there’s just a couple of adventurers sipping drinks and brags about their latest conquest or woman they recently tricked into bed. Most of it is lies of course.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I quickly scan the open space and navigate through the tables and chairs heading towards the end of the room where Bert is sitting. He is “the gatekeeper” in a sense, if you need to speak to Boss, you need to speak with Bert first. Stupid name i know.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Bert who have already noticed me still tries to ignore my presence until i’m standing right in front of him. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I got the item Boss wanted” i say in monotone. Bert who has decided that i actually exist now glances up to me <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I see… Well Boss is expecting you then” He points to the door behind him. I make no further attempts at conversation, while he doesn’t outright say he dislikes me. The way he tries to ignore my existence gets old after a couple of years.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I enter the office, There’s shelves on both sides of the room filled with documents. Nothing important of course, those are somewhere i’m not allowed to know and honestly i don’t care.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">On my right there’s a door leading to the back alley, Boss sits on the other side of the room with a normal wooden desk and his right hand man sits in front of him. They were talking about something important from what i could feel from the atmosphere. The right hand man whose name is Rick stands up as i walk in. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Boss makes a surprised face but is soon replaced with a smirk. “Oh Red you’ve come!” he says in a loud voice “Did ya get it?” i nod and fishes up the necklace from my pocket and holds it up. Boss makes a small whistle sound “Good good, c’mere and sit I want to take a closer look” he motions the chair in front of his desk, I take my seat and carefully places the necklace on the desk.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Boss takes his time and studies the piece of necklace. Probably to make certain that it’s not fake. He nods and puts the necklace away in a drawer. His face turns serious. “So did ya run into any problems?”.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No Boss Gio, Nothing that I couldn’t handle” i say respectfully. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Boss taps his fingers on the desk for a few moment before he opens his mouth again to talk.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I heard something different you know’?

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">As he said i could feel cold sweat appearing on my body.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I heard reports that a red haired boy stole a necklace from the Gilad family.” He says calmly. “Didn’t i tell you never to reveal your red hair when you were outside the slums, HUH!?” He slams the desk. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I was stunned, I hastily stand up “Boss Gio i promise that can’t be possible!” i shout pleading my case. “I made sure to keep my hood on at all times!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Boss raises a hand signaling me to stop and sighs “Red now that it’s come to this I can’t protect you, you are too special not to be recognised. Don’t worry your life is not forfeit. I have made arrangements for you.” He cracks a big business smile.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m speechless, how could this have happened? i know for a fact that no one saw my hair when i left the slums. Pain grips my heart, everything i worked for just ended just because someone might have seen a few crimson hairs as i ran past them. I shook my head. No way that’s not it, something is wrong about this whole situation.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">As i thought that, the door leading to the back alley opened and a two men walks inside. “Boss I brought that Monster boy’s replacement!” one if them shout’s but stops himself when he gets a look around the room and sees me. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">That moment i knew. This thing about me being seen is downright false. Boss made the whole thing up and is now throwing me to the dogs. I look into my Bosses eye’s and ask. “Why?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Boss sighs and drops his smile. “You know, i have wanted you gone for a while Red. it was just that no one had your skills, Well now we found one!” He smirks at me and stands up from his chair. “To be honest your hair makes you unfit for us. You can’t blend in with that hair and you know that a thief’s greatest requirement is. To be able to blend in, Sure you can do the act itself with great skill, But if you are ever caught you will instantly be linked to us you know?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">It feels like i’m about to throw up. The only person I ever liked and respected. The person who took me in when I lost everything years ago. Just threw me away when a better person for the job came into the picture. This… I can’t… What?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Don’t worry son” Boss says with a evil smile. “What i said before still hold true, your life is not forfeit. But still this must be done, accept my sincerest apologies.” He signal’s the right hand man Rick i only get the time to glance at him before a fist collides with my face sending me to the hard wooden floor.

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">The last thing i hear before darkness consumes my senses is Boss Gio “Heh, i would have just offed him but those slave traders paid for him so why not!” i fall into unconsciousness hearing his laughter.