Disclaimer: Fable 3, Reaver, any other character, place and plot line does NOT belong to me but to Lionhead.

EDITED!

I slowly push through the group of people who were all crowed around a tired yet determined looking man on a makeshift stage.

"Aren't we human? Shouldn't we get fair wages and decent working times? YES and we SHOULD, but does Reaver give this to us…?" The man's voice was drowned out by the huge cry of the group, "NO!"

The worker pointed to the huge weapons factory behind him

"Reaver sits up in his fancy office like a king, whilst we work our fingers to the bone…I SAY ENOUGH !"

The crowd erupted in to cheers and cries as the man carried on with his speech, completely oblivious to the tall slim figure on the factory balcony.

I stared up at Reaver, his lean figure dressed in the finest white tailored suit money could buy and a tall black top hair that covered his dark brown hair. Mother had written about him in the journals she had kept when she was younger. Was this really the same man? The man who had killed so many? The man who had reduced a whole village to nothing more then ash and ruins? The man who had bargained with death itself?

I watch as Reaver slowly raised his black cane and tap in gently on the steel railings of the balcony, sending a piercing ring through the air. This didn't stop the worker however who carried on rallying up the group, though many of the people stopped cheering.

"Reaver treats us like dirt. He enslaves our children in to labour. He forces our women into prostitution. He forces us in to working those dangerous machines." Reaver taped his cane again sending another ring through the air. I tried to push toward the worker, if this really was the Reaver from mom's journals then this worker is danger but Sir Walter held me back

"Princess, you'll just kill them all if you intervene." His gruff voice spoke the truth. I winced as Reaver cocked his gun.

The workers voice rose loader "WE MUST STAND UP TO REAVER*, WE MUST…"

Reaver fired sending the worker falling to the floor, his trouser leg slowly darkening with blood.

"But lying down is so much easier*." Reaver's vile voice floated down from the balcony like poison mixed with chocolate: dangerous and deadly but smooth and dark.

I looked up at his perfect face, perfection that 'had come with a dark and heavy price', my mother had written. I looked at his deep emerald eyes and his dark red lips that were now smirking maliciously at the terrified crowed

"My good friends and loyal workers, I've just decided to award prizes to the most deserving workers. Anyone who even murmurs another complaint*"-he cocked his gun again and fired, hitting the workers other leg-"will be shot. Anyone who takes more then a 3 second break will be"-he cocked his gun and fired again hitting the workers arm-"shot, and finally and one who breaks any other rules I have yet to formulate will be…Well yes you guessed it*"-he cocked his gun for the third time and fired a bullet right in to the poor workers head-"shot. As you know I can be a very generous man and will probably start giving our prizes right away…so go on! Shoo!*"

The crowed broke away very quickly, everyone desperate not to be the next to receive his 'prizes'.

I glanced at the dead worker on the stage, now lying in a pool of red blood, then up at Reaver who was, much to my surprise, staring back at me with a look of curiosity in his eyes. I felt sick. I never thought I would find a man more evil and corrupt then my brother the king, yet here stood a man who killed another without a hint of pity or any other human emotion in his eyes.

He really was the Reaver from mom's books.

Any speech that has this sign* I didn't write but thought they were just far to awesome and Reaver-ish too miss out.