Tears and blood chapter 2 of yo silva chronicles.
Tears and blood????
The snow danced and swirled in the air coming down in heavy white sheets covering everything in a thick blanket of white. The air smelled great Lawrence thought to himself as he made his way carefully down Main Street with the savory smells of roasting poultry wafting through the frigid air made his stomach rumble deeply. He turned off of the desolate street and began down the river side street which was almost the polar opposite of Main Street. People crowded out in front of a few taverns all huddling around a small fire .
He started down the rough cobble stone street carefully placing each step knowing that if you weren't careful you could easily sprain your ankle pretty badly in this damn road. The moment Lawrence stepped into the Goose and grid iron he was taken back by the smell that lingered inside the small tavern, not because it smelled bad but it was familiar some how, this was odd he knew the smell so well yet he couldn't identify it. He just shook it off and stepped into the cheerful environment of the goose and Grid iron hoping to spend some silvers that he totally hasn't stole at all. He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd until he was at the crude pine wood bar counter which doubled as one long ass table which never got used for anything other than a place for the bartenders to arrange the multicolored alcohol bottles in a half assed way. Lawrence situated himself on a stool at the far left end of the table so he was separated from the bulk of the grid irons loud patrons. He sighed loudly and slumped down in the stool as he began to diligently unwrap the scarf around his neck and face which only revealed his eyes all else was hidden under layer apon layer of purple scarf. It might be slightly over board but hey he wasn't freezing his ass off in this freezing weather and it did make him look pretty damn cool in his opion. After freeing his face from the grasp of the cloth he then set about taking the second cloth from around his head rolling it as he went making sure that he didn't fuck up his hair by going to fast. He ended by taking the two rolls of cloth and placing them in his leather shoulder bag.
Lawrence turned back towards the bar and nearly fell back wards out of his stool in pure shock by what he saw as he turned around . Right behind him a woman stood there leaning in on her hands looking down at him with a set if sharp grey eyes . The woman had a rather pleasing figure. She was rather tall for a woman with a lightly muscled frame. Her face had a slightly angular aspect to pretty much all of it with a slight pale color to it. And her radiant red orange hair hung flowingly past her shoulder blades really giving here a personality just by her looks . " what can I get you tonight ?" She said talking in a soft voice . Lawrence was completely thrown off by this I mean she had a slightly hostile look to her but she had such a soft voice. He thought for a moment before replying " could I get a golden goose ?" He said as he looked around the room trying not to meet her uncomfortable look. " will that be all Hun ?" She asked leaning in a little bit more . Well just enough for her breasts to be pinned between her arms so they bulged out. He shifted his gaze to the patrons at the other end of the room trying his hardest not to look at the melons not even 6 inches from his head. " ya that will be it" he said his voice dropping then raising a few desabells like he often did when he was nervous .
She thought he was cute, too cute actually. He had a rather decent build with a healthy amount of meat on his bones with a slightly childish face. He had thick black hair and deep set purple eyes That seemed to convey the message: don't fuck around with me. And finally he was rather well groomed, his face was absent of any facial which most of been a tedious job to shave one's face every single day as care for ones nails on a regular basis . Most people who came in here could barely pay for there drinks let alone keep themselves in decent shape so he must have some money to throw around she concluded to herself as she started to pour his drink from the large barrel in the cellar .
Lawrence sat there with his elbows resting on the counter behind him as he leaned in back on them
As he stared out the small window located directly across the room from him which showed a view of the desolate grand view market . The market was actually called grand because most of the items that they sold were luxury items that only the upper class could afford. They sold everything from weapons to child care products to slaves it was all over the map really.
" here you go " she said sliding him a glass full of golden liquid that sloshed around a great making the table a little wet in its wake. " thanks " he paused a moment as his black hair fell back down into his eyes, and once more he pushed it away and looked up to the waitress " are you new here ? I have been gone for the last few years and you look new here " he said taking a sip from his drink and looking back to the floor. She paused for a minute before looking down to the man " we'll I guess I am I mean I got hired last year around this time " she said as she twirled a length of her bright orange her with her index finger as she continued to look down at the man. Even though he wasn't at full height she could pretty much tell she had a good 3 maybe 4 inches on him. Well what did she except? She was from up north and pretty much every god damn person up there was pretty damn tall . Lawrence then turned to his side bag and began to root around through its unorganized contents looking for the first edition of tossed salad he usually carried around with him for moments like this. " we'll I got to go just yell if u need anything else" she said , and just like that she disappeared into the crowd of the gridirons crowd. After that he read for a few hours before she came back around." Hey you want a refill Hun ?" She said holding up a bottle of bright yellow liquid in her one hand while the other rested on the counter. " uhh, yea sure" he said slurring his speech ever so slightly like he did when he was drunk.
" you know you are cute when your drunk even more so than you are when you are sober " she said with a warm smile that seemed to lighten the smokey room. " we'll you know your not the first person that has told me that right? " Lawrence said hitching a thumb towards a lone figure sitting at the corner table which simply wore a bright red traveling over coat which completely covered her body accept for her face, but it was so smokey it was hard to make out any facial features from that distance.
" who is sh- " she didn't get the chance to Finnish her sentence when the gridirons old creaky door came flying completely off its hinges and flew a good three feet through the air and struck the wall with a loud CRACK!!! sound. He turned his attention to the door way to see what caused such a noise when a few lengthy men stormed in wearing these rather extravagant outfits with billowing red capes that hung like airborne ribbon all the way to the ground at there feet . They wore white Brest plates with a Red Cross painted haphazardly on it. There swords and shields were painted in a similar manner only the blade of there claymores were black not red or white. " oh shit !" Lawrence proclaimed as he leapt forward out of the stool with absolute surprise . He knew that they were coming for him like they had been for the last 11 years but always fell tad short each time . But hey what did you except from the church? They were just a bunch of old men who talked to an imaginary friend and asked him for worldly possessions that would benefit there personal lives not the publics. The 3 men turned there attention to the opposite side of the room and then they shifted there gaze onto the man in the purple robe who was giving them the stink eye while he hurriedly shoveled things into his saddle bag in a hasty manner which most likely meant he was going to run.
" hey ! Come over here " the first man announced his voice booming in the rather small area of the goose or grid iron . The man didn't reply he just continued to fasten his bags buckle and after making sure it was properly secured he reached into a pocket on the interior of his robe and pulled out two rolls of purple cloth. He then promptly began to wrap the first around his neck and lower face area making sure not to leave a single splotch of skin exposed to the cold. He then grabbed the second roll and began to wrap it around his head in a much similar fashion in which he had done the face rap but this time taking greater care not to mess up his perfect hair. He then did a once over of his gear before bending over as if to fasten his shoe but he reached down and fumbled with something under the counter for a few moments before a single voice cut the silence that emanated " I said get your scrawny ass over here now I'm done asking nicely!" The man completely ignored the paladin for a few moments before his hand struck something hard . His face lit up almost like a candle as he started to pull the object out with a certain glow in his eyes as he pulled it out. The scythe was raised into the air and brought down effortlessly even though it was made of solid gold. He tipped the blade forward slightly so the light caught on the blade and glinted brilliantly as a smile spread across his face just like a wild fire until the point if he smiled any more his skin would start to stretch . " you still want me to come the fuck over there "? He asked mimicking the mans tone . " get the none believer !" The men leapt forward at the order of the head paladin bringing there shields up to protect the selfs as they drew back there blades ready to strike at him. Lawrence brought his scythe up and began towards the men who were quivering behind there shields each if which was scared in a different way then the next . The first man thrust forward and hit Lawrence right in the rib cage with a sickening sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh. A geyser of blood erupted from around the blade which had been abounded by its wielder as he continued forward still smiling not even flinching the slightest bit by this. The next man swung in a crazy arc meeting his flesh right above his knee which in turn completely went through bone and all leaving the man with with a stump of a leg. Another thick geyser erupted from the stump in a similar manner in which the first erupted . He just continued to hop forward still completely un phased by all the damage he was taking in almost as if he couldn't feel it which was most likely the cause. One man actually dropped his sword, his shield and his helm and took of running like all elk was on his heels not one looking behind him as he blew past the rad paladin screaming the whole way. And for the last man after seeing that all he had left was his shield he brought it back so the pointed edge was pointed at Lawrence he thrust it forward with all his might right at Lawrence . The force of the impact completely severed his head causing it to fall to the ground right at his feet with the shit eating smile still firmly plastered on it. His body shook violently and then ceased to exist as it fell on to the rough stone floor in a large puddle of metallic black blood.
" hey rios we got him! " the man called back to the head paladin with a bright glow in his eyes. " oh thank lord you got him ! You got him real good" the man called shaking the other man by the shoulders .
" hey kids do you want to see a dead body?" Lawrence said right behind the paladin . He did a about face just to catch the blunt end of the scythe in the chest which adequately sent him tumbling head over heels right into the back wall instantly crushing his spinal cord on impact. The man that went by rios was fast.
But Lawrence was faster.
Rios hadn't even made it out the door when Lawrence snatched him up by the scruff of the neck and yanked him off his feet. Rios started to cry out all his sins into the night sky babbling and snoting and begging for his life between raged gasps for breath. " your cries won't work on me you better start begging to your imaginary friend " Lawrence said as he dragged the man out the front door only letting his toes touch the ground once or twice he sorta looked like a interpretive dancer . He slammed rios against the wall and began to walk down the dimly lit alleyway dragging the man with his back against the wall so hard that it ripped open and began to profusely bleed. He then let go of the man letting him drop to ground like a sack of apples. Lawrence made sure no one was looking before he ducked down so he was face level with the man " have you finished begging you imaginary friend for forgiveness?" Lawrence asked in a smart ass tone letting him know that he didn't believe in praying to an imaginary friend and he had better things to on Sundays than hold hands and sing. " go to he'll !" He said staring deep into Lawrence's purple eyes letting him know just what he was made of. " we'll what ever your gonna die soon so I really don't care what you do. He then processed to unwrap the cloth around his face making sure to place it on the ground next to the man since he seemed to lose his fighting spirit the moment he killed the first paladin and there would be no danger of him kicking it into a puddle . Lawrence descended onto the man grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head back so he could get a better shot at his veiny neck. He bent down placed his mouth on his throat and clamped down hard and jerked his head back ripping a huge chunk of flesh off of his body. The man tried to scream but only ended up coughing up blood all over himself . Lawrence dove back in after he thoroughly swallowed his last bit and began to ravenously drink at the blood that was spilling in huge amounts from rios throat trying to catch as much as possible with his tongue but that would be impossible to get it all. After taking his fill Lawrence stood up, put his scarf back on and began down the ally way carrying his scythe over his shoulder with the wind blowing drifts of powdery white snow all over the place nearly blinding him. He stopped only to throw a small bag of silvers into the goose and grid iron not are we're it landed but just enough to pay up for his monthly fine . He started back down his lonesome path once more not know that his path had crossed with another path to create one new path in which both him and down one else were walking down at the same time .