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Richard winced, sun obscuring his vision. People scurried about him, all appearing to be mothers with squalling infants balanced in the crooks of their elbows. Now he remembered why he never came to town. Piece of shit place was way too damn crowded for his taste; he'd much rather stay in his plantation, alone. Alone was good--no one to bother you. Though, he did have the occasional problem with a rather rebellious slave. But nothing that he couldn't handle immediately.
Booted foot was tapped impatiently; his fat imp of a friend was supposed to meet him here over ten minutes ago. Sometimes, he really wondered why in hell he was friends with Garfield Logan.
Ah, that was cruel. Gar had acquired him some of his more challenging slaves, and he really did appreciate the head's up the auctioneer gave when a good challenge arrived. It was always exceptionally nice to have acquaintances on the inside.
Finally, his eyes focused upon the balding man charging towards him, huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf. Herds of people were broken up as he continued his journey to Richard. A slight chuckle radiated up the plantation owner's throat, as he watched with utmost enthrallment. "Perhaps penguins walk that way."
"Richard! How good to see you again!" Chubby hand grasped his, shaking it almost furiously. Sickly smile painted the auctioneer's visage, mimicked by Richard.
Another chuckle was given before Rich had an opportunity to respond. "Nice to see you too Gar. You said you had another test for me, my good man?". Ill smile grew, and a series of cackles could be heard coming from the plump opposite. For a moment, Richard thought he'd have to perform the Heimlich maneuver; perhaps Garfield would choke on his own mirth.
"Eh, this one's a beauty, she is. A fine piece of work. An excellent challenge for you, my friend." Slight wink was thrown in his direction, greedy man rubbing his hands together. Arm wrapped around friend's shoulder, as he began to walk in the direction of the courthouse, taking his ever-loving time. "Everyone's who've ever owned her claims she practices some sort of witchcraft or whatnot. Each master's who've owned 'er have either been struck with illness, they have, or died. Right down died. Been deemed unbreakable by all, she has. A beauty for ya, she is." The slaver nodded, listening intently to his friend's words.
Richard had not been persuaded by the man's speech, merely intrigued. And there was a difference. Who wouldn't be intrigued by such a description? Eh, but Garfield was known to exaggerate, and that was surely what he was doing. Though the man did make somewhat of a good friend, he was nothing more than an obese, greedy lubber. Nothing more than scum.
Mr. Grayson would have liked to think of himself as something more. He knew he was much more decent than most in the damn colony, especially seeing that he actually somewhat cared for his slaves. Sure, he was cruel, but he wasn't the cruelest. Okay, perhaps he was. But, still, he offered the damn savages shelter and clothing. He offered them a role in the world--and that was good enough.
Silently, the two slipped inside the small courthouse, passing through the crowd of slavers that had already formed. The auction was not scheduled to start until at least a half hour, but everyone wanted a close seat, wanted to get first dibs. It amused Richard greatly to know that they were in fact not getting first choice--he was.
Garfield, still having a enlarged arm placed atop Richard's shoulders, steered him into an opposite room, the one where slaves were kept. The two passed several caged and or chained 'savages', both eyeing them all rather suspiciously. Around these parts, the damn creatures were treated like the plague--all cautious and sharp-eyed in their presence. Who knew what the things could do, or what they were capable of?
No one quite when the cages had been provided, but they had been, thus feeding the slavers and everyone else's beliefs that the slaves were nothing more than animalistic creatures--material objects to be bossed around and tortured.
Finally, they reached the last cage, which had been separated from all the others. Darkness seemed to shroud around it, and Lord knew what was contained within it. Bleakness radiated off it in waves, and immediately Richard became more than intrigued.
He became absolutely interested.
"She's in here?" He pointed, turning to his friend who had long ago dropped his arm to his side. A mere nod was his answer, as he approached the barred confinement. Squinting, head was pulled closer.
Low growl radiated from cage, followed by some sort of feral-like thing lunging at the bars, face in front of his. If he had a better view of the "thing", he would have sworn she'd be foamin' at the mouth, and he was nearly positive her eyes were flashing like that of an enraged wolf's. Whatever the Hell she was, he was now more than interested in her. He was willing to buy. For the right price, of course.
Due to the sudden action, he was forced to jolt backwards, causing Garfield to erupt with laughter. His large, fatty frame shook with jovial mirth, man truly entertained at his friend's brief moment of weakness.
"What the hell is that thing!" Question was exclaimed, Richard looking to his confidant with a look of pure curiosity plastered on expressions. More laughter followed this, nearly bringing tears to Gar's eyes.
"Eh, it was her, my friend. You're challenge. I price 'er at a pound, as a seein' she ain't gonna be one to sell to easy, that is seein' to her history." Richard knew what that damn auctioneer was up to. Acting like he was giving him a bargain, when Rich hadn't even seen the thing he was paying for. He'd fallen victim to this trick before, and it proved most disastrous. That damn slave had ended up being a piece of shit worker, apparently having some sort of condition.
"Let me see her first." Chin was scratched thoughtfully, and fat man there scuttled to open the small cage, allowing the shackled creature to dart out rather fiercely.
Ivory flesh covered thing, nudity bared to all. Clumps of obsidian hair plastered to face, the tresses, if groomed would having reached well past shoulders. Scowl etched to face; azure orbs seemed to look the slaver and auctioneer up and down, hardened and nearly wild.
Pokes and prods were given to her, all by Richard, now truly considering buying the thing. She was exotic, and looked like a hell of a creature to break. A true challenge indeed.
"What's your name, slave?" Gruff lyrics, only used for those beneath him, asked. Tones fluctuated between harshness and cruelty; one could take their pick as to what it was.
Woman leered, before advancing closer to the slaver. Though short, and barely reaching Richard's chin, she still appeared intimidating, and her stare was nothing to take lightly. Holes were bored through him, before she looked him straight in his icy eyes, squinting nearly evilly. "Whas it to ya? No'e of 'our bu'ness, I belie'e." Icy monotone answered, just as frightening as his own. Oh yes, she would be a challenge.
"'Er name was re'orded to be Raven, but es not 'er real one, no sir." A nod, and a pound was fished out of the man's pocket, leaving Gar to greedily touch all over the money, pleased with his sell. Eh, the creature wouldn't have been bought by any other slaver--especially those in their right mind. Which is why he valued Richard's friendship. He was the only one who'd buy those crazy ones he was introduced to.
And with that, he grabbed up his newly bought slave, and though she protested much, he carried her all the way out the courthouse, handling her kicking and wailing with much poise and composure.
This is my story, fuck history. Okay, well I do care a bit, but in the Teen Titans world, there is always an exception to history, physics, etc. So, leave me a review, tell me this is shit, etc. I love reviews!