DELEMA
"Why did you give that monster his dratted sword?! Now he's on the loose with that sword and possibly angry at us for kicking him out!" screamed one man in the audience after Layla and another weasel-faced man had left.
Billy jumped up and ran toward the door, "You're all big meanies! He's just lookin fer somthin and you won't even help him! Well I'm gonna go help him!" his mother stood, trying to grab hold of her son but he slipped out the doors too quickly to be caught.
"Billy!" his mother shrieked running after her son.
Billy dashed out of the building, almost running into a short and thin man with long black hair and a pointed nose, on that nose a pair of bent glasses perched and behind those glasses were beady eyes. Billy instinctively dodged around this man, feeling the evil he possessed, but he wasn't fast enough.
"You'll do nicely," the man said in a nasal voice and grabbed Billy's arm, dragging him away and out of sight just before his mother came out.
"Billy!? Billy! I thought you'd learned by now! Billy!" as she called, she started to get worried. Looking around, she saw no sign of her son. Turning, she ran toward her house, hoping he'd gone home. "Billy!!" she called as she ran down the empty street.
The bony man smirked where he was pressed against the wall in the shadow, Billy held firmly with a hand over the boy's mouth, a rag with ether spilled across it blocking the boy's breathing. Quickly, the boy went limp and the man stuffed the rag in his pocket, picking the boy up with some difficulty. "Now... to find a suitable base," the man muttered to himself.
"Why did you give that monster his dratted sword?! Now he's on the loose with that sword and possibly angry at us for kicking him out!" screamed one man in the audience after Layla and another weasel-faced man had left.
Billy jumped up and ran toward the door, "You're all big meanies! He's just lookin fer somthin and you won't even help him! Well I'm gonna go help him!" his mother stood, trying to grab hold of her son but he slipped out the doors too quickly to be caught.
"Billy!" his mother shrieked running after her son.
Billy dashed out of the building, almost running into a short and thin man with long black hair and a pointed nose, on that nose a pair of bent glasses perched and behind those glasses were beady eyes. Billy instinctively dodged around this man, feeling the evil he possessed, but he wasn't fast enough.
"You'll do nicely," the man said in a nasal voice and grabbed Billy's arm, dragging him away and out of sight just before his mother came out.
"Billy!? Billy! I thought you'd learned by now! Billy!" as she called, she started to get worried. Looking around, she saw no sign of her son. Turning, she ran toward her house, hoping he'd gone home. "Billy!!" she called as she ran down the empty street.
The bony man smirked where he was pressed against the wall in the shadow, Billy held firmly with a hand over the boy's mouth, a rag with ether spilled across it blocking the boy's breathing. Quickly, the boy went limp and the man stuffed the rag in his pocket, picking the boy up with some difficulty. "Now... to find a suitable base," the man muttered to himself.
