Chapter three.......Betrayal
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The moon rose above the desert, pale yellow in a dark blue sky. It shone in the window of Jake's communications room, casting the room in an eerie glow.
A dark figure swathed in robes stood at one end, a sword glistening in the moonlight. A scarf concealed his face and the robes covered his entire body.
Jake said, casually leaning on the table, "I ain't tellin' you who and why until I get my money."
The figure shook his head. "Money is of no importance to us. It is you of the lower class that still worship gold instead of the true god, Ybi-"
"Yeah, yeah. Do you want the information or not?"
The figure tossed a black bag on the table. The distinct clinking of coins could be heard.
Jake snatched it up and peered in the bag. He gave a satisfied grunt and placed it back on the table. "Right. There are four of 'em. They are looking for some snake cult thing. Uh... Oh! Yeah. They said something about treasures worth thousands."
"But what are their intentions? Are they to fight us or ally with us?" the man asked.
"Beats the hell outta me." Jake admitted.
"Well, I shall assume the worst. Thank you, Mr. Anderson."
"Andrews."
"Yes. Now, you will die. "
Jake stood still for a beat and then laughed. "Ha. You snake dudes have quite a sense of humor." The man advanced towards him. Jake slowly stepped back. He hit the far wall.
"Aw shit." he muttered. Frantically, he looked around the room.
The man stepped up. "Thank you, Mr. Andrews." With lightning speed, he whipped out a bone handled dagger. It's blade shone in the moonlight. He plunged it into Jake's chest, burying it up to the handle. Jake's expression changed from fear, to shock, to pain. A quick flash of anger, and he gave a shuddering sigh and slumped to the floor.
Clouds passed over the moon, and all was dark and silent.
hello! yay! it's a new chapter. I'm sure you share my enthusiasm. Just want to say thanks to all the people who have reviewed my story.
The moon rose above the desert, pale yellow in a dark blue sky. It shone in the window of Jake's communications room, casting the room in an eerie glow.
A dark figure swathed in robes stood at one end, a sword glistening in the moonlight. A scarf concealed his face and the robes covered his entire body.
Jake said, casually leaning on the table, "I ain't tellin' you who and why until I get my money."
The figure shook his head. "Money is of no importance to us. It is you of the lower class that still worship gold instead of the true god, Ybi-"
"Yeah, yeah. Do you want the information or not?"
The figure tossed a black bag on the table. The distinct clinking of coins could be heard.
Jake snatched it up and peered in the bag. He gave a satisfied grunt and placed it back on the table. "Right. There are four of 'em. They are looking for some snake cult thing. Uh... Oh! Yeah. They said something about treasures worth thousands."
"But what are their intentions? Are they to fight us or ally with us?" the man asked.
"Beats the hell outta me." Jake admitted.
"Well, I shall assume the worst. Thank you, Mr. Anderson."
"Andrews."
"Yes. Now, you will die. "
Jake stood still for a beat and then laughed. "Ha. You snake dudes have quite a sense of humor." The man advanced towards him. Jake slowly stepped back. He hit the far wall.
"Aw shit." he muttered. Frantically, he looked around the room.
The man stepped up. "Thank you, Mr. Andrews." With lightning speed, he whipped out a bone handled dagger. It's blade shone in the moonlight. He plunged it into Jake's chest, burying it up to the handle. Jake's expression changed from fear, to shock, to pain. A quick flash of anger, and he gave a shuddering sigh and slumped to the floor.
Clouds passed over the moon, and all was dark and silent.
