Prologue
Another day in this dump.
Another day in watching people drink their problems away, or cheating on their wives and husbands.
Another day being groped, to the point where it should be considered sexual harassment.
Mom doesn't like the idea of me working at a bar, but if it'll make some money, and put food on the table, there's nothing I can do. My family isn't that poor, as we used to be; But living in a one story cabin-like place cuts it.
I looked around.
"It's great having no customers' " I said as I sighed in relief. I looked at my boss AKA the owner of the bar, as he was getting some booze out of the barrels, I thought I should lend him a hand.
"Oh, thank you. By the way, I need to run out quickly on an errand. Think you can handle the bar on your own?" He said. I hesitated, he's usually the ones to help me when men get grabby.
"Um, sure sir." I said quietly.
"Oh, don't worry, Jen. I know what you're thinking. I'll put a "closed" sign on the door in the meantime. I'll be back in ten minutes" he grabbed his things, and put the sign on the door on his way out. I was relieved.
"I guess I should take the rest of the booze out." I took the bottles out and placed them neatly on the counter. I washed the cups and dishes again, since there's nothing else to do.
When I was finished, I dried my hands. Suddenly, I heard a loud banging on the door.
"Hey! Open up! Give us booze!"
A customer? Oh no, what do I do? It sounds like three men. Should I just stay quiet?
"I know there's someone in there!" He shouted. "I saw a lady through the window!"
Oh no.
"We're closed, the owner isn't here!" I shouted. Oh please let them leave.
Suddenly, the men tackled the door down.
"Closed my ass." One of them said. "Give me some damn booze."
"Um.." What do I do?
One of them started stealing the beer bottles.
"Hey, stop that!" I shouted.
As the man was stealing the booze, the other man was staring at me up and down.
"Hey, yer body ain't so bad."
"Excuse me?"
He grabbed me, and held me close to his sweaty body.
"Ay! Hurry it up, I got myself a prize." He said.
"Let me go! Help!" Fuck, what do I do?
Then, I felt something warm on my cheek.
"Oh, please, what are you gonna do with that knife?" I whimpered.
"Nothin' unless you try something funny. Now shut it!
I knew something like this would happen, just my luck.
"Alright, I'm done looting the place, Let's go!"
Just as the man was going to throw me on his shoulders, another man with an eye patch came barging through.
"Looks like I came just in time to play hero." He shot the man holding me in the arm. He can't be one of them, obviously.
"You, get out of here!" he shouted at me.
"Y-yes sir. Thank you." I stuttered, but just as I was about to run, the other man grabbed me by the hair.
"Shoot, and the kid gets it" he held a knife up to my throat. Christ.
"Stop flirting with kids, it's embarrassing." He then shot him in the arm with out hesitation.
"Ack!" The man threw me on the floor, and held his wound.
Suddenly, another man came running in, wielding a sword.
"Are you okay, Eduardo!?"
"Yes, Russell."
Are they friends?
"Who are you both!? You know this girl?"
"Quit yer talking, you guys have no chance against us!" bragged Russell.
The other man that didn't get shot charged at Russell and Eduardo.
"Foolish." Eduardo said, punching him.
Russell drew out another sword. A two sword fencer!?
"Try an' get me! I dare ya to get up. You just got shot." he said at one of the men, who was getting up.
"Hah, I was in the navy, ya think this is bad?" One of the bad guys said. He charged at Russell. This guy is crazy.
"Wait!" one of them shouted. "You both are Sirius."
Sirius? Where have I heard that before..
Eduardo grabbed my arm and pulled me up.
"Get out of here!" he shouted.
"Al-alright" I said, finally running out the door. I ran a good distance. I should find Mr. Shiren, he's not gonna like the damage done to his bar though…
"There! Get her!" a man shouted behind me.
Oh no, they must be with the other three men at the bar!
"That's definitely her, don't let her get away!"
I started running with my might with no specific direction; I can't go home and let these criminals know where I live. I ran to the docks where boats and ships dock. Maybe I can find a hiding place there.
"Where'd she go!? Check over there!"
"Oh no, think fast what do I do!? Where do I hide?!" My eyes met at a barrel.
"Perfect." I said. I hid in the barrel, I should stay here 'till they leave.
"Crap, we lost her."
"No, no. Keep looking!"
Suddenly, I felt the barrel move. Crap, someone's taking this barrel somewhere! I knocked on it loudly.
Ow.
I think someone threw the barrel... I think I'm losing consciousness...
"Okay! I think the potatoes are in this barrel." A man shouted.
What..? Where am I? Oh no, I'm still in the barrel! Ack, my head hurts.
The lid opened, and a man peeked, his face almost went pale.
"What? A woman!? Who are you!?" he said.
I stood up, and nearly collapsed.
"Thomas, what's taking so damn— Oh?" A man with a bandana came in; he had a blank expression on his face.
"Um... Yeah, no potatoes. " He looked down, as if ashamed.
I touched my head, I have a huge lump!
The man with the bandana sighed and picked me, then threw me on his shoulder.
"What... Where are you taking me!?" I screamed.
"Quit yer belly achin'." He said.
He let me down in some room.
"Ya got someone you should see, doc." he said. The men walked away.
"Oh, this is a pretty patient. Are you okay?"
"I was being chased by bad guys, and I hid in a barrel, and I hit my head.."
He touched my head, and I'm sure I made a weird facial expression.
"It hurts..."
"You just got a lump on your head, nothing severe." He walked to a cooler and got a small bag filled with ice.
"Here, put this on your head. It should feel better." He gave me a warm smile, he seemed nice.
"Come, I should introduce you to everyone."
Everyone... Who's everyone..?