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"Please! Please don't kill me!"
The form of a haggardly, deformed character wailed, kneeling before the straight edge of a sword; a fine point leading true. A sword that was cared for – sharp as a devil's tongue and just as dangerous. The power betwixt life and death. The true face of God. And the real harbinger of death.
Hear me when I say this blade is renowned for sweeping the lands with scythe-like strokes; evil destroyed wherever it is dealt. So, it is safe to say, that this culprit is evil, even in the slightest of ways.
"Why shouldn't I?!" Spat the hero in response. Though masked by brave words, the hero's sword arm wavered (the point now dangerously close to the haggard's jugular). "You committed a crime! You're a danger to society!"
"But… But… I only stole some apples…"
"I'm sorry, but stealing an entire cartful isn't acceptable in my books. I hope Glob is merciful in the afterlife", The Hero, F, concluded.
Horror of disgraceful proportions spread, blossoming across the wrinkled and dirty face. A sword's shadow shaded the man's face. With a grimace from the hero (a cower from the culprit), the air keened sharply.
Crows cleared the trees, with squawks of terror.
The haggard accepted his demise. No longer bound by fear, he kneeled with a straight back. Except no death came. Hopeful for a second chance at life, he looked up.
A large, yellow dog had grabbed the sword arm of the hero with no discernible effort.
"Finn…" the dog said quietly, "this mans' crime is venial. He is completely poor. He has nothing. Please, let him be. C'mon, let us go. Home."
The Hero, Finn supposedly, seemed to stop all together. Looking around his eyes widened. It was as if someone had arrived with his body, but left without it. He looked utterly lost.
"Jake…? What happened? Where am I?" The 'Hero' asked in almost inaudible dynamics. Looking down, his eyes widened again, to the exact shape of a tea saucer. Paralysed, the sword dropped; knees buckling.
Whispering, all Finn seemed to be able to manage was a whisper, "Go, please. I'm sorry, take your apples, and feed your family. Next time you need help come to me. I'm so, so, sorry".
The haggard, surprised, stood up, stumbled, and walked away, dragging a wagon with him.
"Ok Jake. Let's go home".
A/N: Ohayo! It's me again. This is an AU where Finn blacks out, and exacts 'justice' to those in need of it. This is, in fact, to help my English examination by practicingwriting. It may be a little rough around the edges, but please look past that.
OH and I haven't abandoned any of my stories. If you wish, they're on 'standby', until I acquire the will-power to continue my multi chapter fictions.
Anyway, have a great day, be you man, beast, avid reader or innocent bystander. Have a great day! Again :P