Chapter 5: Bounty Hunter
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Note: I shall be updating this story as much and soon as possible but I am now writing two other stories. One of the stories I am writing with my good friend Jenn. So please have patience. Sorry to say that Roy and Link are not in this chapter (tears). This is not a slash and it never will be. There will be another thank you at the end of the next chapter to all my awesome reviewers! Blah blah blah… onto the story!
Marth woke up and found himself on a cold and hard floor. A plate of food was placed in front of him along with a glass of water. While he was eating he looked up at the single piece of furniture in the room besides the bed. It was the chair that he had given Roy to sleep in since he was younger. There was no one there… nor was there anyone in the bed. "Where is everyone?" Thought Marth. He got up and searched the room for any sign of either Roy or Link, but there was none. He made his way back to the bar and took a seat while he tried to figure out where his companions had gone.
A man who called himself Brunn entered the bar. He was a bounty hunter with many years of experience under his belt. He was a strongly built man with many scars marring his weathered face and hands for that was all that you could see of him. His posture emitted that of authority and ruthlessness. A man named Gradot had hired him to find two teenage boys, one with blue hair and the other with red. His searching gaze fell upon a blue haired person. Brunn smiled to himself, "This is to easy," he thought. He walked over and sat down next to what he now knew was the one he was looking for when he saw the boy's face.
Brunn gave the boy a warm smile when Marth looked at him, "Ain't you the one they'm been lookin fer? Well one o' 'em art least." He asked.
Marth stiffened at the man's words and reached behind his head for his hood. "Oh SHIT! I left my cloak in the room." Marth mentally chided himself. He looked down at his side and saw to his delight (major sarcasm) that wasn't there either. "What the fuck was I thinking this morning?!!" Marth screamed in his head. He glanced up at the man.
"I don't believe so. I didn't catch your name either." Said Marth.
"Well that's 'cause I didn't give ert," laughed Brunn. "And I do think that yer the one they'm been lookin fer… yer hair's the give away." Said Brunn as he reached out and grabbed Marth's arm.
Marth had been expecting the man to grab his arm so he was already twisting out of the man's grasp. He slid himself off the stool and landed on the ground in a crouched position. The man was standing with his hands reaching down for Marth leaving his abdomen unprotected. Marth pushed off the ground straight towards the other man and slammed his shoulder into the unguarded abdomen. The man flew backwards as Marth planted his feet on the ground and made an abrupt turn around so he was facing the way to Link's room and sped off full speed to the room.
Marth flung the door open as he burst into the still empty room. He frantically grabbed his cloak and sword. He spun around and ran towards the door. But the door flew open before Marth could reach it and the man rushed in feet pounding on the floor. Marth skidded to a halt, turned around, ducked under the man's grab, and scrambled backwards all at the last possible second. Marth went into a defensive stance as he looked around the room for a way out. The man was blocking the doorway so he couldn't get out that way. He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword as the other man unsheathed a sword from under his cloak.
"There ain't no where to run boy. Jus' give up now an' yer won't gert hert." Said Brunn. He pointed the sword at the boy's chest, "But yer probly not gonner give up."
Marth was desperately scanning the room for a way out when the glint of a sword caught his eye. He looked at the sword and saw the light bouncing off the perfectly angled sword. His eyes traced the light to where it originated from… a single glass window on the wall to the left of him. He smiled at the man, "Of course not." He sprinted for the window. He pushed his hands, one still holding the cloak, through the glass window first and the rest of his body followed shortly after, shattering the glass as he flew outside and hurtled towards the ground. Luckily there was only one floor between himself and the ground. Luck was definitely with him that moment because he landed on a man who had come out of the bar curious as to what had broken with such a loud crash. Marth murmured a quick apology and his thanks before running into the crowd of people starting to form in the street. A few people gave him questioning glances but none said anything about him flying through a window.
Brunn watched as the blue haired boy dove through the window. This wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought. He ran to the window and saw the boy run off into the crowding street receiving angry glares as he pushed and shoved his way through the crowd. He spun on his heel and made his way to the door but stopped and turned around. He glanced around the room and realized that more than one person had been in here the previous night. He took his sword out from its sheath and scratched a message into the floor. He sheathed his sword and left to pursue his "game".
A/N: teehee! Im having so so so so much fun writing this story! I get to decide what happens next! MWAHAHAHA! Thanks for the reviews!! And the song of the day is (don't ask) dun dun dunnnn…. Burning Bridges by Mest!!!!! Wahooooo they rock!