Hello again, MobileWriter here! Since I'll be gone for a week I'll give you another chapter with a little tension to make it up for you guys! :D I'm glad I can upload fo fast... enjoy your new chapter!


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Arthur wriggled a bit in his hold when he tried to pull them over to the bed. "Wait, sir! I-its my first time and I'm really nervous!" He pleaded in a voice a bit more feminine than usual.
"I'll be gentle." He said with fake concern in his voice.

"Ah, could you please turn around? I just need to prepare myself." 'To find my knife and kill you,' he thought.
"Take your time, honey. I can't wait to press your face into the mattress and slam into you." He slurred. 'Horny bastard! You just got yourself a VIP ticket to a slow death!' He took out his short knife and hid it in his sleeve. "Oh darling," he said while hugging him from behind, locking his arms around the others throat. "Just close your eyes." The man did as he was asked of. Arthur worked quickly, stabbing his throat and slowly slashing the knife over to the path to the other side of his neck, hitting important veins on his way. "That's what you get when you lower your guard in front of a 'lady', idiot." He spat out in disgust. He noticed the ring sitting on his ring finger. He took it of and tucked it into his pocket along with his knife. The ring was proof of his success, which should be sent with a good insult to his annoying boss as soon as possible.

Light eyes staring at him caught him out of his thinking. The child standing at the doorway screamed like the frightened boy he were. Arthur pushed the boy aside and ran to the window at the end of the corridor. 'What a bad luck, I'm on the second floor!' If he jumped from the second floor, chances were good that he could hurt himself, but he had little time to think about that. Arms pushed him out of balance. He fell to the floor with a surprised cry. A blonde man in his late twenties had his foot on his back, preventing him from getting up. The man were quite strong, maybe he worked at a caravan? "Lay still, little criminal." He threatened with his strange thick accent. Arthur gritted his teeth while gripping for his pockets, but the blonde cached his hand. "Everybody, come and take a look on what I've found!" He called out to the others in the inn with a mocking sneer. Laughing and stomping came closer and closer. Men and women circled around them in curiosity "I found this criminal trying to leave the inn after killing 'Mr. Kuma'! If we deliver him to the guards we could get rich! Or maybe we should do something entirely different no?" He laughed and smirked just as wide as all the other men standing around them.

"Rape him! Kill him! Hang him! Sell him! Beat him! Stab him!" Those were only a few of the options the people came with. Arthur looked at them with true fear in his eyes now. People really looked low at criminals, and he was at their mercy. The man standing over him lowered down and replaced his foot with his knee. Arthur cried out in pain when he pressed down his weight on Arthur's back. "Yes, Francis, give him what he really deserve!" They cheered. Francis got off him and lifted him up so his feet didn't reach the floor. Laughter was filling the hallway.
"Unhand me, you damn git!" Arthur thrashed and kicked in the air. Some clapped, cheering him on to continue. 'Stay calm, Arthur! It's just a stupid Frenchman!' He stopped moving and pretended to give up. He looked up into Francis's face and his fake calm expression turned into anger. 'That beard!' He just wanted to rip that fucking beard off! He got into his angry thrashing again, trying to reach the man's face. Francis punched him in the stomach with passion enough to keep him still. Arthur gasped and coughed to gain breath. He stopped his attempt of fighting back, now his acting skills really come in handy.

"Excellent. It's good you know your place, onhonhonhon!" He laughed again, petting Arthur's cheek. (This time it's not the ass I'm talking about.) Arthur turned his head and took Francis fingers inside his mouth. He then bit them HARD. "AAAH! He bit me! Piraya!" The french cried as he let go of Arthur. He ran to the inn's doctor. "Save my French fingers, I beg of you!" He pleaded, desperately clutching the fabric of the doc's shirt with his 'bloody' fingers.

While everyone was looking at the retarded Frenchman Arthur quickly escaped through the window. He clung to vines who had grown along the wall. Sharp thorns cut their way into the flesh of his fingers. He let go of the vines and fell to the ground. The fall was not as lucky as last time he had jumped out of a window on the second floor. He whined, his ankle was sprained.

He got to his feet. His foot was throbbing painfully, but he needed to get away from this place. He shot a glance to the stable. It couldn't be that bad to steal a horse?

The next thing he knew, was that he was riding with high speed away from the inn. The cool air felt fantastic on his heated face. It was like flying, thing flew by, only to be forgotten. When he had ridden in top half an hour he got off the mount and waved it goodbye. The horse hijacking would not get in his book of bad things he had done, he let it go back to it's master! He sat down beside a big tree and passed out.

The unlucky knight who had lost his horse had become very desperate- his team would leave soon, and his horse were gone! "Mr. Wang, we are about to leave! Were are your horse? We are tired of waiting for you." The team leader said. "Ayah! But my horse is nowhere to be found!" He cried out in desperation. He really was on the verge of tears here, his German team leader were beyond angry at him for holding the others back! "Fine, we will leave without you. Come after us when you find your horse." The team leader sighed. He really didn't want to be so strict with them, but if he didn't people would get soft. He turned his horse to the trail witch led to the castle. "Everybody follow me-" He shouted, but his companion, the happy Italian, Feliciano, shouted "Look! Isn't that Mr. Wang's horse?" Feliciano pointed into the forest. Wang mused but finally saw it. He carefully jogged against her. "I've missed you, Kitty!" He affectionately hugged her. "Prepare to leave, Yao!" The German shouted. "Aye!" He sat up on the saddle and got beside his brother, Yong Soo. 'When we get to the castle, I'm going to claim your breasts with passion, my Yao!' Yong soo thought. As they marched back Yao couldn't fail to notice a piece of ripped green material. He put it in his pocket for further examination.

The sun peeked up just above the horizon, destroying the happy dream Arthur had. He had dreamt that he were sitting in a field of flowers. 'I got no time to waste, I should to get going before the knights find me!' He tried to get on his feet, but fell. ''Uggh!'' It hurts so much! Fucking leg! Only a stone throw away there was a nice log he could use as a cane. He crawled over there and picked it up, using it as support to walk.

After many hours, that felt like days, he reached a house. It were were small, and looked like a cabin, but in certain situations you just need to take what you get. The small man peeked through the windows, and were surprised when he found out that there was no people in the house. He tried the door carefully, in case the owner or owners were asleep. Luckily the door was unlocked. Arthur did not find that strange. Yet had the man's tired head to find out that this house already had an owner. A very angry pan welding owner, but very motherly when approached with small criminals.

He walked into the part of the house that looked like the living room. He sat down in the chair and enjoyed the silence. Arthur closed his eyes, and just before he knew it he was sleeping again. When he woke up he felt a bit warmer. The assassin looked down and jumped, he was now clad with a blanket, and his coat were missing. Low humming was coming from the kitchen. A woman with waist long brown hair and green eyes came into the room. Arthur pointed his knife at her as she came closer. She laughed and squeezed his wrist, making him drop it. "I can help you." She said. "Do you know who I am?" He asked, not able to understand. The woman nodded. "I know who you are. The idiots from the castle is hunting people like you." "But why come you want to help me then?" Her face hardened with emotion. "They took my husband, and I've never seen him since, so this is the last thing I can do." The nice lady dried strays tear falling from her eyes. "What is your name? I'm Tim Battleriver." Another lie, but what can you do when you so desperately want to become free? She smiled wide, and sat beside Arthur. "My name is Elizabeta Edelstein. Nice to meet you." Eliza held out her hand to shake. He took it.

Several weeks had passed and our favorite killer had freeloaded at Elizabeta's. Luckily his foot had healed, and he had no longer a reason to stay anymore, but Elizabeta had welcomed him to stay with her. She were like a mother. Today they were sitting in the living room, talking while Elizabeta knitted on her usual project, a sweater she didn't get quite right. Heavy footsteps and horses were not far away. They did not worry, last time they had walked past the house. This time the walking stopped and hard knocks came from the door. Arthur panicked but Elizabeta 'shhh'ed him and pointed to the backdoor. In other words, she needed him to run. She hugged him and gave the man his beloved knife back. Arthur understood, opening the door as silently he could, he was gone. Elizabeta jogged to the door and put on a fake smile. "Hello, sir. Anything new?" She asked without a trace of the fact that she already knew the truth. "Good evening, Mrs. Edelstein. We are searching for a assassin who is reported being seen around this area. Do you got any clue?" "I'm so sorry, sir. I have not seen him nor heard of him." The man nodded, but his face showing disappointment. For every day the killer was loose, the more innocent civilians would be in danger. "Good day then, Mrs. Edelstein. Thank you for your cooperation." "You're welcome " she said with her still perfect poker face and closed the door. When she knew they were long gone she burst into laughter. 'Serves them right!' She thought with a wide grin on her face.

It was good to know you could run, but it were almost better to have a little sense of direction. Arthur jogged in the damp and cold air. He were freezing to the bone! What kind of idiot leaves without his coat! He got through the cityport with ease because of inexperienced new recruits. He arranged his clothes and noticed a rip on his green shirt. He sighed and decided to look for a tailor. After roughly twenty minutes of walking, he found the clothing shop.

After fixing his shirt and buying a new coat he moved on to the old town's gate. Just a corner away from his destination two strong hands pulled him into a empty alley. 'What is your problem,' he wanted to scream, but a hand clasped tightly over his mouth. "I caught you, my petite lapin~" Francis cooed into his ear.


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