Raisjinn Pages 1-2 (W.I.P)
It was a snowy night as Raisjinn finally walked out of the bar, stumbling off the patio with a slight buzz into the road try regaining his balance. Looking around as his body recovered from the fall, the town was covered in a blanket of hard snow. It reflected the moons light rather well making it almost like day. The snow was still falling like a thick layer powder.
The icy chill of the night and falling into the snow getting to his exposed hands he started to breathe into them trying to make them warm again as he looked up into the moon. He could see snow drifting down in front of the moon. After a few seconds the cold started the get to him threw his jacket. Deciding it was a good time to start walking home before the clouds covered the moon. In a short distance there was new debris in the road from a gang fight. Some of the building still smoking, the snow somehow not wetting the embers yet. Looking up at the moon glad it was full and bright as it was or his trip could have been full of falls and freezing snow covered hands.
He hummed as he walked along stepping over a body with a sword pierced threw his chest. He eyes and mouth frozen solid in his last scream. His hands where frozen onto the hilt covered in crystallized blood that covered most his upper body. A few steps after this there was another still smoldering building, another one burnt down in the battle earlier from the day. This was a normal sight everyday he went into town> glad his path was illuminated by the moon seeing many merchant stalls had been thrown across the road. It was the only path that leads to the outskirts of town and to his humble home.
Even as bright as the moon was tonight, he still had a hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist just in case some thugs tried to jump out of the shadows. He had made a name for himself that had even reached the gang leaders of the upper rings. They all knew not to send men against him to make hits like they used to. Didn't mean there still wasn't a bounty or a few hit squads now and then, They just knew sending their best men was a early burial for those who didn't run on sight or at the mention of the name. Only the new recruits folly hardy peons trying to get a quick name for themselves tried every few weeks any more. All they saw was the bounty and one man, can't be that hard to kill one lone man who takes the same path every day. Yet here he was walking that same path day in and day out. Looking up into the night sky as he slowly walked almost outside of town only a few more minutes, he started to let his mind wander the past on these streets.
"Hey you, old man" Said a man who walked into the middle of the street. He looked like nothing more than lower class gang scum. Dirty rags for clothes and his weapon wasn't even a full sword. He was out of his league the man just didn't know it yet.
"Yes? Something you need from me young man?" He said with a slight chuckle, he wasn't that much older than this man standing before him. He wished he would just step aside.
The man obviously was peeved by this mockery. With a raise of his right hand and hand signal, four other thugs walked out from the alley shadows like rats from trash. Two of the thugs walked behind him and the other two moved behind Raisjinn.
"There is a toll on this road now, so you better pay up with the full price you old drunkard!" The thug started to raise his voice and yell at him. "But you won't be able to pay the full price."
Raisjinn had heard that line so many times it was just stupid to hear anymore. He already knew what was going to happen. With a flash of silver the first man was dead before his hand could grab the hilt of his weapon. The others stared in a blank stupor not knowing what to do seeing their leader dead in an instant. Raisjinn flicked the blood off of his sword with a quick swing. Looking up at the rest of the thugs, his eyes piercing, making their last nerves snap as the turned tail to run. With another laugh he sheathed his sword and started to check the thug for anything worth money. His knife was about the only thing on his headless corpse. Kicking the body hard once before spitting on it then continuing on his walk home. What a dishonor he was thinking as the body was out of sight and back into the nights cover.
He started to chuckled, what a dishonor he thought, the man couldn't even draw his weapon in the time he died. He was shaken from this day dream by the sounds of fighting in the distance behind him. He didn't pay any attention to the sounds. He was no hero by any means; this just let him know danger could be out on the streets tonight. As he continued to walk he loosened his sword from its hilt so the winter frost wouldn't hinder a fully draw If it some poor thug tried to jump him from the shadows. He was slightly wished it was day time at this point, he didn't want to have to draw his weapon so close to being out of town. When it was day the low level scum could see his face and knew not to come close. The only thing that ever bothered his was large groups that would quickly disperse once a few of them where cut down before the fight was started. The gangs where starting to get wise and stopped having men try and kill him. No point sending good men to their deaths if it could be avoided, not like Raisjinn ever tried to cause problems for them. It became the general rule. "Don't bug him if he isn't bugging you. Unless you want to die an early death you can try." It wasn't like most of the thugs in the town lived long either way, the gangs where always fighting for drugs or territory, maybe for other worthless wealth.
Raisjinn let out a sigh of relief as he walked up the first step of his patio; deep in the forest his house was hidden. Clicking his sword back into its sheath just before reaching to slide open the door. Walking into his welcoming home, shutting it behind his with a flick of the wrist. He slowly walked over to the chair in half light the still burning fireplace let off. Stopping and starting to take his sheath off, untying the rope around his waist that acted as its belt. Letting out a deep relaxing breath as it loosened and slid it off to set it on its stand, he felt his muscles relax a little bit without the weight at his waist. His kimono loosened also as he removed his second belt that held It tight to him, he let his stomach relax finally able to take easy breathes.