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This is late, yes I know, but it's my fault, I got stuck and now I'm un-stuck. So here's the next chapter don't forget to review.
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The Night
Minutes seemed to mix within the hours, hours mixed into days, and days into mix weeks. Time seemed to speed up with the slow traveling men. Within this time Ratonhnhakéton was lost within his mind as he slowly begun to open up to the men around him.
It was true, that theses men beat him to unconsciousness, burned down his village, and kidnapped him from his mother. But the young native knew his troubles weren't going to end there. So he took his time, it took a week before he spoke, and he spoke in his native tongue, it took another week before he would speak English.
Ratonhnhakéton was able to get a small understanding of the men, who they were, and their names. Charles Lee, who was still on top of Ratonhnhakéton's kill list, was an aggressive man who was very ambitious when it came to fulfilling his orders. Most the conversations held was what was going to happen when they returned home.
Charles often talk about what was to happen next. Ratonhnhakéton was brought up on rare occasions. Even then there was something on everyones minds, something no one dared to talk to the native about. Whatever it was Ratonhnhakéton played a big part in.
Ratonhnhakéton still sat side saddle in front of the man he wanted to kill. His hands were still bound in front of him. All the men agreed that Ratonhnhakéton didn't get a horse, only because they believed he would vanish on them. But what they didn't think of at all was that Ratonhnhakéton had no place to go back to.
A man named William rode to their left. He was a real mean man, he smack Ratonhnhakéton a couple of times because of some disagreements. The slaps were really hard, like he put everything into it. None of the other men interfered when William slapped him. They would mind their own business and not pay attention.
To their right was a man who was called John. Ratonhnhakéton didn't get much on him, he tended not to talk to the young native, almost like he didn't exist. And when he did speak to him it was in small sentences.
The last of them was a cocky man named Thomas, he wouldn't shut up to save his life. Any chance he got he would drink and sing to himself about women. Ratonhnhakéton didn't like them at all, he liked being in the comfort of his village.
Rain poured down the roof of the inn as everyone shuffled in. Ratonhnhakéton enjoyed the rain, the sound it made against the hut's roof. The sound of crackling thunder, and the light that would light up the sky at night. Honestly he wouldn't mind camping outside instead of inside.
But being in a town just before the rain made sure that they got a room. When they were putting the horses in the stables and cutting Ratonhnhakéton bounds off that's when the rain started hammering down.
Thunder rumbled through out the lan as they were being showed to their separate rooms. Well the young native had to share his room with his capture, who locked him in the room while they went to do "Manly things". Which was probably them just getting drunk and talking. The only one who would get anywhere would have to be Thomas, he was so bold when it came to sharing the stories of the women he's bedded.
The room wasn't fancy, it had a bed that would probably only feet Charles. There was a small table that sat in the middle of the room, it looked more like a desk than anything. The rain started to pick up even more. Lightening filled the sky before thunder shouted down.
Rubbing his wrists the youth walked towards the windows and opened them. A gust of cold air and water splashed him. It almost felt like freedom, and it wouldn't take much for Ratonhnhakéton to climb out the window and run through the rain.
He paused letting his hand touch the now wet window seal. Just one push and he could leave this place, never looking back. But where would he go? From what the men have been saying, they were only a week away from their destination.
Ratonhnhakéton stopped suddenly and pulled his hands away from the ceil. Where would he go? Who would he go and see? His village was burned to the ground, he was probably the only one left. And wondering out in a place he didn't know wouldn't help him much.
Sighing he took a step back and shut the window, not even caring how wet he got. He had no where to go, no one to see, he might as well see what was in store for him before he went running off. It could be something good?
Turning his attention to Charles' things, that layed on the bed like he already laid claim to it. Ratonhnhakéton walked to it and opened the bag and started going through it. Clothes, other items that wouldn't interest the native until his eyes fell upon a book.
It was strange for a man like Charles to carry a book. He never took it out once while they sat around the fire, or during the day. He kept it a secret, maybe this was his journal? Opening up the pages he looked through them, instead of handwriting he found normal print.
So it wasn't a journal, looking for the title Ratonhnhakéton looked the book over, but he found nothing. A book with no title? Now that was interesting. Ratonhnhakéton took it to the table/desk thing that sat in the middle of the room, lit one of the candles and sat down when the thunder rolled again.
The rain seemed to calm over the hours that past Ratonhnhakéton. His nose was in the book, he almost didn't notice the door unlock and a half drunk Charles came in. Ratonhnhakéton did something he would never do. He greeted the drunk, in hope he would just go straight to bed and leave Ratonhnhakéton alone.
"Hello Charles."
Charles seemed almost surprised for a second, and with a few blinks and a shake of his head he sat at the end of the bed and started taking his boots off. So far he hadn't seen that Ratonhnhakéton took the book, or that he went through the males things.
Maybe he would just go to bed and leave the native alone?
"Boy, come here."
Then again, maybe not...