CHAPTER 3
Cerris the Bounty Huntsman
Scampers the manfool in depraved allies of the urban world,
Heeding to the familiar shadow,
To be betrayed by his customary dark abyss,
And to look up to see his foe cast his dark twin upon him
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The crowd peered around the lighted underground room as they dared not move in fear of the
mysterious man and the thief among them. The scruffy guards readied their swords but gave
haste for the strangely accurate man to make the first move. Garrett remained calm as would any
professional thief. Garrett could not wait for them to make the first move.
"Where is the thief?" A man asked dumbfounded as he gave up looking around the dark
room. The crowd, after much gazing around the silent room, all appeared to ask the same. The
guards began to fan out from their post in front of the cauldron slowly.
"That man is Cerris the Bounty Huntsman!" said one man from the crowd. "Cerris? I
believe you not you drunk! He would not waste time in such a place as this," said a low voiced
man who looked at the mysterious figure with the bow. "It is true! I am certain of it. That is
Cerris," the other man insisted. "If that is true, than the thief in here stands no chance," the low
voiced man said.
Garrett realized that the shadows could not hide him for long. The only way out appeared to
be the same door he came from, but the fire arrow still burned brightly on the door which began
to inflame the old wood. It was as if everything was thought out perfectly.
"Thief, I will give you to the count of three before I release my arrow," announced Cerris who
did not move from his convenient spot.
If there was too much light than Garrett would add more to escape. The thief would make
his
enemy his friend.
"One," said Cerris.
Garrett reached for his three flash bombs that hung on his belt and spread them in his hand
like a hand of cards.
"Two,"
Garrett looked at the wooden door which was almost engulfed in flames and than peered ever
so slightly from the pillar to view the guards edging closer and Cerris staring at the flaming door
as if he knew the thief would try to run through the door.
"Three,"
Garrett sprinted for the door as he cast the three flash bombs quickly onto the floor. Garrett
did not look behind him and made sure he only focused on the door. He knew the blinding light
had just erupt. The extreme light that powered themselves into the eyes of everyone in the room
were too bright for them to handle and their eyes gave way to closing and losing their focus.
Everyone moaned from the pain of all three flash bombs which must have been more intense
than a long stare at the sun itself. Garrett, grabbing the metal knob, bit down on the pain of the
heating metal and opened the door and quickly closed it from behind. The moans of pain became
muffled from the distance Garrett put between him and them. Garrett saw the thief just ahead of
him standing up as if he was still alive but his legs dangled slightly like a puppet on strings. The
metal arrow had sliced through his skull and pierced through the concrete wall, pinning the thief
like a butterfly in a display case. Garrett could only grin at the scene. Then suddenly a pain
aggravated Garrett that caused him to buckle as he ran for the exit. A metal arrow had scraped
the thief's leg. Garrett looked behind him and then another arrow exploded out from the flaming
door. Garrett crouched down and avoided it. The fleeing thief opened the door to the back of the
Burrick Pub quickly with the key and closed it behind him.
He heard, yet barely, Cerris laugh out, "Why do you run, Garrett? Come back here so we can
finish what we started."
Garrett, making his way out of the bar as quietly as possible, held onto his leg to make sure
he did not leave his blood anywhere for someone to find. When he reached the dark allies of the
city, Garrett was in his safe haven at last. With a late answer, Garrett replied,"I'll have to skip
that one."
Cerris the Bounty Huntsman
Scampers the manfool in depraved allies of the urban world,
Heeding to the familiar shadow,
To be betrayed by his customary dark abyss,
And to look up to see his foe cast his dark twin upon him
****************************************************
The crowd peered around the lighted underground room as they dared not move in fear of the
mysterious man and the thief among them. The scruffy guards readied their swords but gave
haste for the strangely accurate man to make the first move. Garrett remained calm as would any
professional thief. Garrett could not wait for them to make the first move.
"Where is the thief?" A man asked dumbfounded as he gave up looking around the dark
room. The crowd, after much gazing around the silent room, all appeared to ask the same. The
guards began to fan out from their post in front of the cauldron slowly.
"That man is Cerris the Bounty Huntsman!" said one man from the crowd. "Cerris? I
believe you not you drunk! He would not waste time in such a place as this," said a low voiced
man who looked at the mysterious figure with the bow. "It is true! I am certain of it. That is
Cerris," the other man insisted. "If that is true, than the thief in here stands no chance," the low
voiced man said.
Garrett realized that the shadows could not hide him for long. The only way out appeared to
be the same door he came from, but the fire arrow still burned brightly on the door which began
to inflame the old wood. It was as if everything was thought out perfectly.
"Thief, I will give you to the count of three before I release my arrow," announced Cerris who
did not move from his convenient spot.
If there was too much light than Garrett would add more to escape. The thief would make
his
enemy his friend.
"One," said Cerris.
Garrett reached for his three flash bombs that hung on his belt and spread them in his hand
like a hand of cards.
"Two,"
Garrett looked at the wooden door which was almost engulfed in flames and than peered ever
so slightly from the pillar to view the guards edging closer and Cerris staring at the flaming door
as if he knew the thief would try to run through the door.
"Three,"
Garrett sprinted for the door as he cast the three flash bombs quickly onto the floor. Garrett
did not look behind him and made sure he only focused on the door. He knew the blinding light
had just erupt. The extreme light that powered themselves into the eyes of everyone in the room
were too bright for them to handle and their eyes gave way to closing and losing their focus.
Everyone moaned from the pain of all three flash bombs which must have been more intense
than a long stare at the sun itself. Garrett, grabbing the metal knob, bit down on the pain of the
heating metal and opened the door and quickly closed it from behind. The moans of pain became
muffled from the distance Garrett put between him and them. Garrett saw the thief just ahead of
him standing up as if he was still alive but his legs dangled slightly like a puppet on strings. The
metal arrow had sliced through his skull and pierced through the concrete wall, pinning the thief
like a butterfly in a display case. Garrett could only grin at the scene. Then suddenly a pain
aggravated Garrett that caused him to buckle as he ran for the exit. A metal arrow had scraped
the thief's leg. Garrett looked behind him and then another arrow exploded out from the flaming
door. Garrett crouched down and avoided it. The fleeing thief opened the door to the back of the
Burrick Pub quickly with the key and closed it behind him.
He heard, yet barely, Cerris laugh out, "Why do you run, Garrett? Come back here so we can
finish what we started."
Garrett, making his way out of the bar as quietly as possible, held onto his leg to make sure
he did not leave his blood anywhere for someone to find. When he reached the dark allies of the
city, Garrett was in his safe haven at last. With a late answer, Garrett replied,"I'll have to skip
that one."