A/n #2minor changes made! WEEE!
Well guess no one remembered this story much, just one person, oh well I have a semblance of a plot now so off we go. Oh, I forgot if Molly's eyes were brown or green and I'm too lazy to check so now they're hazel. Oh yes and Irchyne has a bit of a Mainers accent (grind) he slurs the "th" sound into a d… like me. But it slurs into the next word real fast like he almost leaves it out. Its not as dramatic as it looks in the typing, I dunno maybe it was a bad idea. Any way read if you review if ya do, remember I no own the Zelda or da link! WEE!
Chickadee-chapter 10—
Molly peered at the shinny bobbles on display. They were just so shinny. Her emerald eyes reflected off the polished surface of the pocket watch. Gold and silver chains lay strewn across the stand. It was almost noon now, and she had been searching the stands all day for the perfect shiny trinket.
A rather large waisted, mountain of a woman bumped her out of the way and began to haggle with the merchant. She swore under her breath and pushed the lady back, the fat woman seemed to hardly notice her. She grumbled irritably in the same manner of a much taller blonde man she knew.
She moved aside and stared at the silver pocket watch with a touch of longing. She wasn't quite sure what it was, all logic told her it was a locket, but mostly she liked it cause it was beautiful. Small leafy vines were delicately carved into its surface. It was a childish compulsion really. She had money, it was shiny, and she wanted it.
"Come on you fat cow, hurry up," she mumbled putting her elbows on the stall, which just came right up to her armpits.
She flopped her head in her hands and stared at her soon to be prize. She scratched her cheek absently only to glimpse pale slender fingers violated her watch.
"Iah! Ah wait!" she spluttered at the merchant. The tall balding man put down the long skein of silk he was showing the fat woman and looked at her.
"Ehn?" molly spun back toward the crowd.
"Watch it kid!" a man nearby the stand stumbled back as a blur of red ran past him.
Molly glared and dashed after the thief. People couldn't just steal stuff, especially if she was about to buy it. She pushed her way through the crowd, well weaved through it more or less.
She burst from the thick crowd in time to see a corner of a long red coat flutter around the corner of a side alley. She followed as fast as her short legs would let her.
The red-coated boy ran head long down the narrow alley. Molly tore after him. As she got close, enough she tackled the larger boy.
The boy was actually very scrawny, scrawny but tall.
"Bloody hell!" a hand grabbed the top of her head and pushed it way.
"Give it back she yelled!" she sent a small fist on a collision course with his face.
"Shit," he hissed. For a little girl she could hit hard, "Get da hell off" he shouted.
He threw her off with both hands and scrambled to his feet. He reached for his belt and drew a small dagger.
"Now who da hell are you!"
Molly pulled herself to her feet and glared up at the fierce red headed thief. The shade of his nearly matched his bright coat. Dark eyes peered down at her from deep sockets. He had a pointy chin and a matching narrow nose.
"Give it back." She told him stubbornly either not seeing the knife or being to foolish to care.
The thief's thin eyebrow tweaked, " you mean da'watch?" sarcasm dripped from him despite his odd accent.
"YEAH!" she shouted in her high-pitched voice, " I was about to buy that you bitch!"
The thief gave her a funny look and discreet put his knife back in its sheath. Like most he wasn't sure of what to make of the little hazel eyed brunette monster.
"Well you gots any money d'ere bright eyes," he said with a cheeky grin.
Molly dug into the breast pocket of her baggy white shirt and pulled out all three shiny blue stones. She held them out hopefully to him. He raised his other eyebrow in a quirky expression
He could see a good deal when he saw one; he could probable get ten rupees for the thing anywhere else any way.
"You gots yourself a deal lit'il lady," with a speed and dexterity she had never seen before he whipped the silver object out of an inner pocket and swapped it for the odd shaped currency in her hand. She had barely seen him do it.
"Well I usually like ta'know da'name of my clients," he said in a self-important way.
"Molly," she muttered as she flipped the watch around and inspected it. She didn't see him nod. She tucked it in her breast pocket.
"Da'name's Irchyne" he said as he adjusted his coat and fixed his collar.
Molly looked up at him then, he had a high and mighty air to him. It certainly didn't match the tattered hem of his coat or the holes in his big boots.
She grinned at the redhead, though she would never be sure why.
He snorted and gave her a small salute, "been a pleasure doin' business wid ya."
Two men turned down their ally; Irchyne didn't seem to give them any mind as he strutted down a connecting ally.
Molly looked up at the men as they passed her, one, a tall and muscular blonde, the other a scrawny oily black haired man with dark stubble covering his chin. They dressed like most the town folk, a tunic in a shade of brown over a light shirt with dark breeches. But they were scruffy looking to say the lest. One had a sword at his belt. Molly side stepped toward the other side of the ally and was about ready to bolt back to the main street.
She saw them turn the same corner Irchyne had taken, heard their footsteps quicken.
"D'Bloody hell!" She heard him shout, curiosity got the best of her and she peered around the corner.
The large bulky blonde man held him by both shoulders against the wall, "we're on to you street rat." The large man growled at him.
"Don't know what ya talking 'bout," the thief said rolling his head to the side, "and if you excuse me ya wrinklin' ma coat!" he said looking back.
"Cheeky bastard eh?" the dark haired man said with a voice as oily as his hair. He crossed the alley from his position against the wall. He kept his hand on his sword as he spoke. "We know all about this guild master of yours," the scrawny man pretended to inspect his fingernails.
"Yeah well he ain't gon be happy 'bout dis" Irchyne said with a futile kick and a squirm.
"Yeah cause he's pinned against the wall," the blond behemoth growled.
Irchyne made a quick hissing noise between his teeth, "I really don't know what ya talkin' 'bout."
"Bull shit." The black haired man yelled at him, "you made up the goddess damned guild master, there's no such man…"
"And you owe us five-hundred rupees…" the gravely voiced henchman finished for him.
Molly could hear the thief physically gulp.
"…I don't…." he said as the brawny man switched the position of his hand so he held him up by his shirt neck with one hand. He drew a large thin knife off his belt.
"Okay d'at's a knife," he said a little surprised. His dark eyes flashed over the man's shoulder and landed on the eavesdropping Molly. His eyes grew wide as he stared at her. Molly had never seen anyone look so desperate. His eyes darted away from her; she followed his line of sight and saw his small dagger lying on the ground.
"You listening to me street rat" the blond brut said shaking him and waving his knife.
Molly dashed over to the knife, picked it up with both hands, and looked at the scene playing out before her.
"We want our money." The oily voiced told him.
"We want it now." His captor finished.
"I…I …only got fifteen…"
"What!" the man brought the knife to his neck.
Molly looked down at the knife, at much as she hated to admit it she was just a little girl, Link had told her this often. This wasn't a playful scrap or a pair of good-hearted guards. She was just a frightened little girl.
Irchyne could feel the burning sensation where the cold steel bit into him.
"I'll… I'll get ya da'money, no worries!" he squirmed a bit.
"Well then, why don't we leave you a little reminder" the blonde moved the blade to the corner of the thief's eye. Irchyne could feel his heart race into a panic.
Molly was at just the right angle to see the thug move the blade.
Irchyne screamed as the blade sliced into the side of his face. Warm blood seeped into his left eye.
The scream and the blood threw all reason out of Molly's window "STOP!" Stop screamed. It wasn't right. Why did people have to be like this? As the two men looked at her she raced toward the man with the knife and stabbed her dagger into his upper thigh she heaved the blade back out and scampered a few steps away. The blade had made the most sickening noise she had ever heard when she pulled it out. The man swore and his hand on the knife faltered. Irchyn screamed again before he was dropped.
"Shit, Meyer! Kill her. Meyer kill that little bitch!"
Meyer smoothed back his oily hair and drew his sword, "so little girl, you think you can take on us big strong men, huh?"
She took a step back and held up the knife defensively, he wouldn't really kill her?
Irchyne held his face in both hands; he blinked the blood out of his eye like one large crimson tear. He scrambled to his feet and fiddled with his pant leg.
The large injured man chuckled at the large fear filled eyes bursting out of molly's face. He looked over to where Irchyne should have been and swore. A small blade wedged itself between the man's neck and shoulder the blonde spluttered and tottered over dead.
Meyer snickered at her; she could feel herself freezing up. She had never fought anyone who really wanted to hurt her. She had never been afraid while wielding a weapon. He gave her a sickly grin and lounged forward with his thin and narrow sword.
She shut her eyes tight as she screamed. She thrust the knife in front of her. The man's weight pushed into her and then was pulled away. She opened her eyes, the sword stood impaled into the wall next to her head. She looked up at the man who belonged to the sword blood flood out of his mouth like a gruesome waterfall. Irchyne's bright red head peeked over his shoulder. One hand was on Meyer's jaw, the other at the knife by his throat.
With a deft motion with both hands, Irchyne slit the man's throat and dropped him. Molly looked up at him with wide eyes. He looked down at the dagger impaled into the man's gut and back at the girl.
"Go it you bastard, straight to hell," he addressed the corpse with a kicked and squatted to scavenge anything of value out of the man's pocket despite his bleeding face.
Molly sidestepped away from the sword in the wall, from the way she eyed it, you would have thought it would jump out and bite her at any minute. She looked down at her hand for a moment. Small spatters of blood covered her fingers; she wiped them on her white shirt.
The redhead turned back to her. He wiped the blade of the dagger that she had stuck in the dead man's gut on his red coat. He handed it to her, hilt first. She just looked up at him; he was a good tree heads taller than her. He squinted his left eye closed as the cut down the side of his face bleed as a lock of matching hair fell into his face. There was just so much red, between his hair his coat and the blood. She just blinked at him and finally she took it.
"Pleasure doin' business wid ya." He said as a crimson drop dripped off his chin. He rubbed the bottom of his chin with the back of his hand smudging scarlet across his face. "Now get da'hell out'a here," he said pointing.
She nodded, and darted toward the street.