A/N
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Chapter #9: Thou Shalt Not Kill
"Hell of a thing killing a man... you take away all he has and all he's gonna have." - Will Muny, Unforgiven (1992)
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(1533) April 15th
Rich-Ville, Vera Guest House Manor
Both the owner of the guest mansion and her guest continued to be silently embraced in each others arms. None dared to question the other of their strange behavior, they each had their reasons for it.
1533, April 16th
Hampton Court Palace.
The crowded halls of the Court Rooms at Hampton were stirring with news and gossip, yet as they saw the Queen's father, Earl of Ormonde and his brother in law the Duke of Norfolk, walk by them, pushing them all away, they instantly knew something was wrong.
Crowded streets all clear away one by one,
hollow heroes separate as they run ...
The crowds of the Main Court Room dispersed quickly as the Boleyn and Howard Patriarch came hurrying to the King's Quarters where the Queen was too. The Boleyn Patriarch was in a hurry to get to the Queen, his daughter and ONLY surviving child, she would be upset giving her condition once she heard this, but it was important she did. An offense like this, was too much to handle for just one person, and a score needed to be settled to whoever had dared lay a finger on a member of his family.
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(1 hour later ... )
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You're so cold, keep your hand in mine, wise men wonder while ...
Strong men die ...
Anne watched as that ring, a ring her dear and honest brother had worn in his early wedding to Jane Parker. It was hideous now! Stained with blood and yellow water.
The Queen of England could not believe that her brother, a man who was always there when she needed him the most, had been murdered and slaughtered like an animal!
Who in all the Kingdom, the Queen of England thought in outrage, would have been capable of committing such a crime, and to her brother of all people.
"Who would dare do this, and in my Kingdom, my realm, am I not King?" Henry said in outrage.
The Earl of Ormonde sighed dejectedly, he too did not know who would dare do this to his son, but most importantly his family, to do this against the Boleyns could only mean such a sign of disrespect and foolishness. Did they not know, who ever people do it, that they would be facing jail time, and worse if Thomas Boleyn got what he wanted for such offense to his family; their heads would be cut short and put on a spike for everybody to see what would happen if they ever laid a finger on such a respected family like his own.
Thomas Boleyn could not have cared much if his son would be the on a head short, he himself was whispered among the Court that he would soon sell his own soul to the devil, just for all the riches and Power in the world.
Anne not able to get away from the trauma of seeing the bloodstained ring of her dead brother, cried in outrage. Henry who was besides her could only hold her for so long, he too was to appalled that somebody could have done this to upset his wife. His wife who was carrying the future of England in her womb.
The thought was just too repulsive.
Show me how it ends it's alright
Show me how defenseless you really are ...
And yet Thomas Boleyn could not feel any pain, no remorse, no sense of anger or hurt. Just pity for whoever had done this. He, she or they had to perfectly know what they were up against once the Boleyn Family aided by the Howard Patriarch and the King, put their minds into it and capture the ruffian who had slaughtered his son like a pig.
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Satisfy an empty inside
Well that's alright, lets give this another try;
Thomas woke up to the peaceful sounds of somebody's breathing in his ear, he noticed it was the caretaker and owner, Carolina Vera peacefully sleeping and resting on her chair while he laid close to her chest. He was close enough to hear her heartbeat and monitor her breathing, she seemed so tense even after he had sooth her the night before.
"If you find your family, don't you cry!
In this land of make believe, dead and dry.
He had made no attempt to talk or say silly words of comfort or grace to her ears, he preferred the physical touch and show of his affections for somebody than to remedy all with just words. Because in the end that is all that words where, nothing.
What use was it in using them if they were going to be thrown away by the wind, it was better to show affection and do than to just say and let your words be forgotten, and that is what he did last night.
He did two good things, one that would be considered by all the HolyChurches as diabolical and an act so evil that it could only be punished with disembowelment and with treason. Thomas did not believe anymore in these things, but somehow the memory of seeing that rat of the Boleyns screaming and trying to pry away from danger, brought him a satisfaction he could not forget.
And then there was Carolina, a women he barely knew. Yet, this woman had shown him more kindness and love in the past few months since he met Aleegra, he wondered if this was all coincidence or it had to have some especial meaning that he was meeting good people along the way of his vengeance and punishment.
It could mean nothing, yet it could mean everything, a balance like the wayward pagan Aleegra, his healer had told him once, that to have evil you have to have light, as both dark and lightness have no meaning one without the other.
Maybe that is why he met, as he looked towards the pentagonal star he pulled from his pocket; Carolina Vera, she was a especial light and comfort in his darkness.
When he slayed that rat.
He could almost remember ...
Past Sequences
April 15th, Greenwich
Thomas Boleyn only son and heir to the Boleyn States and Fortunes, was walking down the roads of where a small village lay near. He had received reports from a mysterious letter which said that there he would find some answers to Margaret's "evidence" of her family. 'What ever that meant' He thought sourly, truth to be told he did not want to remember the memory of Margaret stabbing herself to death. It was just to gory and painful to him.
For a girl to that and with the intention in her mind to kill what lay inside her; was to awful to ever think about. Did not she care about her children and their welfare for her to avoid doing that catastrophe or about the child that had laid in her womb. It just seemed to sudden that for a daughter raised in a Catholic Household for so long could be driven to do such things.
Sometimes George did not understand the mind of these people, good thing her offspring survived and were in his care. He actually enjoyed taking care of all of her offspring. Especially the young girl whose name was Mary, she reminded him a lot of Anne who was the opposite of their sister who bared the same name, Mary Boleyn Stafford.
Incredible to think that here was one Mary who was the same as Anne, the girl asked to many questions and mostly kept to herself, but her mind was as keen as Anne's. It almost seemed like them both were mother and child, and even if it sounded bad, he sometimes wished he would have a little girl like that.
The thought of children often crossed his mind with his new wife, but just seeing how she was ... Gave him shivers.
You're so cold but you feel alive,
lay your hands one me, one last time."
He stopped by a small local where the letter said a small package would arrive to him.
Lord Rochford waited there for almost an eternity until it got so boring, and having the small patience that he had, he turned away and was about to leave when he heard footsteps behind him, he was suddenly grabbed by an unknown force and pulled to an alley which led to trees of an area people did not seem to mind or did not bother to look.
A voice which he thought was long dead interrupted his thoughts.
It said. "Hello George" He turned around and was received by a fist colliding to his face.
It was none other than Thomas More! George could not believe what his eyes were witnessing; the man was supposed to be dead and yet here he was in the flesh. It was impossible, his father and Uncle had sworn they killed him but now that he thought hard as he saw hatred in the man's eyes; he was sure that the only thing they had done was fire in the river where they left him for dead. They never made sure he was dead.
Thomas approached the young boy, he did not seem a man and his face and hairstyle seemed like his son, his only son who could now be alive but he was slaughtered and killed in the way butchers kill a pig.
George as much as he tried to reason, it was to no avail. He was grabbed by the man's strong and hateful arms and swung to a tree hard. George was to surprised to attack, he could not believe it still, his eyes were sure to be playing tricks on him but as he saw and felt the pain come from his mouth, he convinced himself it was real and that Thomas was here, looking for revenge through him. He would be the lamb to the slaughter this time.
Blood poured from his mouth. "Thomas please ... I am sorry you must understand it was what Father did! Do not condemn our family over that ... Please Sir ..."
"Show me how it ends, it's alright.
Show me how defenseless you really are ...
Satisfied and empty inside. Well that's alright,
let's give this another try
He was shut up once again by a large wood stick colliding in his stomach, he screamed and spit more blood, the pain was so much that he bit his tongue not realizing that in doing that to avoid the pain, he cut part of it off that a piece fell to the floor. Thomas then pulled after inflicting too much pain on the Boleyn male offspring and sole heir to Thomas Boleyn, Earl of Ormonde and Whilstshire; a dagger which seemed ironic that it belonged to his son who was slaughter like a lamb, and now he would slaughter this young man like a pig.
Show me how it ends, it's alright,
show me how defenseless you really are ...
Satisfied and empty inside. Well that alright!
Let's give this another try
George Boleyn before the dagger entered his body attempted to stop it, but he was to late the dagger collided in his throat, he spit more blood and he choke on his own tongue, but almost with small force that he had left, he used it to spit another piece of his tongue away to the leaves on the floor making a diversion for Thomas, and grabbing a small piece of insignificant wood that he (George) use to stick it to Thomas on the left side of his waist. Thomas gave a small scream and flinched but not before punching the dagger once again into George and making him fall to the ground waiting for the death to sink in.
It's alright ... It's alright ...
It was painful and Thomas felt no hurt, he only saw his daughter stabbed, his young and eldest child suicide as she was making it, he could almost see it and smell the blood, two lambs to the slaughter, one message and one death which along with his beautiful daughter and the piece of vermin he killed; made two.
He knew that as naive compared to his father that George Boleyn was, that he was trusted the secret that his family, his father and uncle that is, ordered the murder and butchery of his family and yet he did not denounce them. George did not see it coming what had happened to him and what was worse was that Thomas did not know at the moment as he had killed a life; that George never agreed with the Boleyn and Howard Patriarchs decision to kill many of the More Family; in fact he himself had taken affection for Margaret's children.
He had watched over them, he even watched over Margaret closely and cried a lot when he found out she had killed herself. Thomas did now know but when he would know, he would take revenge on that which had lied to him but also grow mad later to discover the truth.
It's alright.
Despite that Thomas had killed in his mind the vermin of the Boleyn, George, he had no desired to punish Anne or take revenge against her, for he now and was completely in the right that Anne as Katherine were women trying to get by in a ruthless man's world. Anne Boleyn he knew was oblivious of her family's doing and he knew that in the end she was just a woman who had fallen in love and was now protecting the child she held inside her womb. He would never dare harm her or the child, they were of the few he suspected of honor, as well as Katherine and the Lady Mary. He was sure that for now as long as his once upon King favored the Queen, Anne Boleyn, that she and her child whether boy or girl would be safe, but he hoped she thread in careful waters for Henry was changeable and that was what he feared, that someday Henry might be in need to be taught a lesson so the lives of innocent women could be spared, that is his Queen and Queen of England, Anne Boleyn, his divorced wife, Katherine, the Lady Mary and the child inside the Queen of England boy or girl.
Something inside him told him that as his grandchildren were being watched by the Queen, whom he was told was taken great affection by those two, especially his blond and beautiful granddaughter, Mary Roper, he was sure they were safe, but he wondered what would happen if Father Boleyn knew he was alive. He would do something, even against he own daughter, who was his Sovereign, permission to harm Mary or Anthony.
It would never reach to that, he would see to it.
A/N: Tell me how it seemed.
