Disclaimer: I own not any of the characters that you happen to recognize from A Knight's Tale.
Rating: PG-13(May change, I haven't decided)
Nicholas de Vilance: Um...I believe this shall be my first "long-term" story on this site. This is an extremely alternate universe fic using A Knight's Tale characters because I am a bored panda. This may focus around a modernized Chaucer, but he is purely movie-based and should not at all be compared to the writer from the 1300's. The real Chaucer was a short, fat, balding man, I believe. The one portrayed by Paul Bettany is quite tall, skinny and very sexy. -ahem- Yes, you can ignore that last comment.
Dedication: I only write this because Matt completely--and utterly indirectly--influenced me to write this. I was hungering for inspiration, so he writes me a one sentence plot line--mechanically incorrect and in bad hand-writing, but I forgive him. It had to do with a rather "Romeo & Juliet" type love story. Then, out of that, I some how decided to write a story about violence and death and...well. I won't get ahead of myself. I can't make promises I probably won't keep.
"What is it!"
Words disappeared in the vortex that was silence and darkness. There was just enough light for an owl to see by. Neither an echo returned nor a reply. Chains clinked through the blanket that was the black air. The sound was louder and clearer than the voice. Nothing made sense, pictures flashed through everything like blinding flashes of a flashlight. The silence shattered at the sound of a resounding laugh in the distance.
"What is it! Damn it tell me!"
Hating laughter, so amused with the insanity! Why won't it answer? What is the question? Blinding darkness engulfing with its hands gently taking the air. Sobbing blocked out the laughter slightly. Tearing at lungs and ears and hearts. There was no halt in the laughter, though. Laughter! Madness! I can't move my hands!…. my… throat… sob… choke … breathe… … weep… … … rest.
"What is it!"