Abattoir Redemption
Hey, fellow readers! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and are coming back, excited for more dark and gritty storytelling. I will try to be more consistent with uploads in the future. But, for the moment, enjoy!
Chapter 2
My next job took me from Hanweir to a small vineyard about 20 miles outside of Hanweir. It wasn't long after the exorcism job when I got a call from a local winemaker who's had it with this Avacynian devotee who keeps knocking on his front door almost every morning, just trying to annoy a donation out of him. Eh…No skin off my bones if he wants the prick whacked.
Anyway, I got to Grith's Vineyard a little before five in the evening. I was dressed in a near-identical recreation of a Thraben Authorities uniform with fake identification and credentials. Once I arrived, all I had to do was wait there for an hour or two until he shows up. And, sure enough, he arrived at 7:02 sharp. "Excuse me, sir? Is the Grith's home? My name's Mr. Konecko and I'm an envoy of Avacyn requesting donations toward the reconstruction of her pureness' cathedral."
He seemed like your average con man. One oblivious to the other goings-on in Innistrad's underworld. I made my move. "Mr. Konecko, I've been instructed to bring your back to Precinct Two for questioning in regards to evidence of a charity fraud operation run by an unknown person, group, or organization. I'm afraid you'll heave to come with me."
Before he could protest, I clasped the hand and leg portions of the Choking Restraints I'd gotten as part of my payment for the exorcism. After attaching a large chain to the hand restraints, I began to drag my captive traveling companion southwest, which would give this guy the idea we were headed back to the walled City of Thraben. The scammer was silent, but it didn't seem to be out of fear. He seemed to genuinely believe I was an officer In Thraben's toughest precinct. Little did he know, I was leading him to his demise.
After about an hour of walking, I turned slightly more to the south, heading toward a vacant house and vineyard that wasn't too far from our current location. When the farmstead came into view, I told the conman the truth, "You've pissed a good number of people off. And, to be straight with you, I'm not part of Thraben's enforcers. The guy you've been pestering paid me good money to nip the problem in the bud if you know what I mean."
As I spoke, the little pipsqueak started to freak out and try to escape his restraints, "Please don't! I'll pay you double! I'll give you the cobbled wings I found at a market a couple of days ago! They're supposed to enable anyone to fly! Just please, spare me!" I shook my head in disgust. This guy has no dignity. "Funny you should mention those wings. They were already part of my payment. So that won't work. And as for the raise, I don't stab clients in the back when it comes to work agreements. The winemaker you've pissed off wants me to bring him your right hand, but other than that this'll be quick."
He screamed and thrashed, trying to break the restraints keeping him stationary. I did what I had to do, cutting off his right hand and sliced his heart in two with my cleaver. He died instantly after the second slice. I took those cobbled wings he'd tried to bargain with buried his body deep in the nearest vineyard, and moved back toward my employer to claim the rest of my due.