Chapter one: Mishap
"I told you, give it up!" a slightly frail youth of about twelve held, what obviously was his father's sword, clumsily to another boy's neck. "And next time -"he was cut off mid sentence as the other boy simply shrugged the blade away.
"Jack, we all know you're to much a coward to follow through with anything you say." Was the exasperated reply, and rolling his eyes he simply pushed passed Jack with disgust.
"Wait up you flea bag!" Jack cried out almost desperately, dropping the sword in frustration. Why could he never seem to get the better of anyone? He was always been the one that was picked on, for once he wanted to get even with that boy for everything he had ever dun to cause him hurt.
"Jack!" came a female call from not to far off, but beyond most of the small town houses that crowded the landscape.
"Yes, Jess, coming!" Jack turned quickly and swerved around to the back of the nearest house. Stopping abruptly, he spun quickly back around, dashing back he grabbed the sword back up and turning, he made it double quick. Past a few odd houses and shops he finally reached his destination, at the feet of a portly woman standing in a doorway of a house much larger then the surrounding houses.
"Jack, I am truly disappointed in you. That's the third shirt you've ruined this week. What were you doing this time?" was the only reply he got from Jess after she had a good look at his shirt. His shirt had been white at one time, but now it was splattered with dust and dirt, and several torn places at his elbows. "And where did you get that!" she added catching site of the sword he had, fruitlessly, been trying to hide behind his back. With an exasperated sigh she grabbed his ear in one hand, and the sword in another. "And what will your mother say if she finds you like that!?" she added as she yanked him inside.
Jack stayed silent; trying to hide the pain she was obviously causing him. "I fell down." He muttered when she finally did let go of him, pushing him into a large airy bedroom. It wouldn't help the situation if he expended the explanation by telling her that he had fallen because three boys had been pushing him about.
Jess didn't look convinced. "You've been fighting. Where else would that bloody lip have come from?" she questioned him harshly. "Now you just stay in there until you can rethink your violent actions." With those last words she slammed the door shut, taking the sword with her, and left him to his thoughts.
Climbing up onto his immense bed, Jack did begin to contemplate his actions, but not quite in the way Jess might have hoped. Instead he began to plot revenge, if he knew about anything that was it. Only problem is most of his revenge scams never worked, the person it was inflicted upon hardly ever knew that they where supposed to be even slightly repentant for their actions.
He had it though, the sweetest, greatest, best revenge plot that had ever passed through his head. Grinning he climbed off his bed, pushing open one of the window screens he climbed out of the window and out onto the roof beyond.
"Yes sir, I just left him in his room." Came the unmistakable voice of Jess, just below him in the garden.
"I think I'll go talk to him, if he had the sword like you said," the voice of a tired man replied followed by a sigh. "Out of all my children he has to be the strangest."
Peeking over the gutter he saw his father - a taller man, black hair graying - walking back under the balcony roof and away from Jess the serving maid.
As quickly as he noiselessly could, his face falling into a scowl, back inside the window and onto his bed. Why did his father have to interrupt him now? Now when his plans were nearly complete! All to soon a knock came at the door, and the stern figure of his father entered the room, sword in hand, looking very grave.
A/N ok, I'm not sure if this story is really worth writing. so your input is greatly appreciated.
