So, it continues! Here we go:
" Are ya sure about this, Boss? I don't think this is...uh, legal?" A small man with a skinny face and a nervous countenance stuttered uneasily as the larger man bound and gagged the freak they had found walking in the woods.
The larger man grunted a laugh. " Your talkin' ta me about legality? Were poachers, plain 'n simple. This...thing, is an animal. There ain't no way it's human! And can you imagine how much them wings would go for on the Black Market?! We'll be rich!"
The smaller man slowly nodded. " I know, but this isn't no bear or nothin'. Maybe it ain't human, but it's humanoid! It was writing!" The man pointed to the notebook on the ground. It was something Ford had spent hours on, cutting and painting and sowing to make it perfect. The gold glinted off the cover and the larger man's eyes devoured it hungrily.
" Speakin' 'o which, why don't you bring tha' along with us? Could be worth somthin'."
The smaller man snatched it quickly as his 'boss' hoisted Ford onto his shoulder, the dead weight making him tilt slightly. He grunted. " Let's get outta here."
The boss set out towards their car as the other man ran ahead, preparing the trunk of the car for use. Ethical or no, they were gonna be filthy rich.
" Still think it's a bad idea."
" Shut up."
Wow. So another short chapter. I kinda like it though. It gets the point across and saves me hours of time. I never appreciated how truly time consuming writing was until I started posting on this website. Tell me, you like this? I think it's pretty good. The Stanley-centric chapters should be much longer. These two are just setting up the plot.
Stan: Ah, lovely work Carmen. Say, is the small, nervous man going to help Ford out?
Me: No. He is one of those 'I don't think this is a good idea, but I'm still gonna do it' sort of people. He might show him a bit of 'kindness' as in spare Ford's life, but they still wanna take his wings. It's like Maleficent over here.