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Yepp, new chapter here. I would like to get a review now and then. Thank you for those who have already! I appreaciate it. I will be starting on the fifth part soon I hope. I just got back to school, so writing should be coming more often. Enjoy!
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Part 3
Sympathy for Those Who Kill
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"Yes."
Robin knew what she was getting into when she spoke those words to the man
upstairs. She knew what the consequences of her actions would be if she were to be
caught, but what was the worse that could happen to you if you were already wanted? It
was times like these that she had no idea of what to do. She had a job and all she had to
do was find the man and 'get rid' of him.
The money she was being paid was a big reason for why she would do such a
thing. With money she could travel around and search for the Rio Poneglyph, the piece
that would tell the true history of everything. The world; it's people, places, and things
would all be described in the work. She had only a few leads, but nothing that would tell
exactly where the Rio Poneglyph would be. That's why she took the job, to further her
own dreams.
The man was quite eager for the job to be done, so Robin packed her things in a
small bag and began walking around town, telling Anna that she was getting food for the
pantry. She looked at all bars and other hangout many criminals would usually stay at.
She had no luck in finding him there.
She traveled to the upper class side of town and saw many pubs and other
recreational areas. She checked all of them out and found a couple leads to where the
man would be. It ended up to be one last pub that was centered outside of the town. It
was a rowdy place that many pirates and thieves drank to their hearts content and
gambled till they lost everything.
Robin walked in with caution. She knew places like these were not for a small
girl, but when a job had to be done, there was no other choice sometimes. The place
smelled of liquor and food, men and mildew. It was an encompassing smell, but Robin
knew she could take it. Men were everywhere, flirting with brazen women and dancing
around with drunken smiles on their faces. She got a few stares from the customers, but
she kept her eyes searching for the target.
Then she saw him. He was at a table with women on all side of him. There he has
a glass filled with draft and had a large pile of chips in front of him The men all around
his table gave smiles to up front their cards. With a flick of his wrist, he guffawed as he
gathered up the chips he had won from that round. The man is all views looked like a
disgusting pig and Robin knew should couldn't tolerate that
She walked up to the man's table and sat in an empty seat. The man's throaty
laugh still rung out as he glanced at the eight-year old; Robin gave a evil smile and said,
"I want to play."
The man's smile didn't fade he just placed one of his large arms on the table and
tried to scare Robin off.
"Sorry, kid I don't go for that stuff."
"What if it meant you're life?"
The man's smile grew wider and he eyed her up and down. Robin almost flinched
at the way he was looking at her, but controlled her self.
"Fine, kid. I can't see you getting rid of me anyway. You win; you can try to take
me down."
Robin smiled sweetly. She now had an excuse for killing the man, even though it
wasn't a very good one. She knew some trick for playing cards form her days of sitting
outside of bars and waiting in areas where the men pass time with card playing. If you
were to make it in a world were men ruled, you had to play the way they played.
They decided to play a game of poker and Robin was in the spotlight. Never had a
child ever tried to go against an adult for a game of life or death before, and in all cases, it
was probably the last time it would happen. Robin had the brains and the skill to beat the
man, but if it he were to win she knew she was able to take him down as soon as possible.
They both held the cards in front of their faces. If Robin changed two of her cards
she would have had a full house, but she had no idea what the guy across from her had.
That's when she came up with an idea.
If she could make more than one arm appear out of anything, then why not any
other part of the body? The next time she looked up at the man she saw an eye form on
his chest. She closed her own eyes and saw the cards the man held in front of him. She
had a good chance...
She traded her two cards and took the two that she needed to win. She looked at
the two cards and let out a sigh, but as she looked up she came face to face with the barrel
of a gun. The man must have had a bad hand. Robin just smiled at the man who had a
smirk written on his face.
"Seems like you lose, kid."
"Sir, I'd like it if you didn't point such a dangerous weapon at me."
The man began to guffaw again his laugh bringing most of the attention to Robin
and himself. Soon the guffaw stopped suddenly and was followed by screams from the
girls that once hung to the man's sides. For you see an arm appeared out of his right
shoulder and came around his neck to hold him in a stranglehold. He gasped for air and
the women surrounding him went running.
Robin still sat at the other end of the table watching as the man breathed in little
bit by little bit. Suffocating because of the lack of air. She then felt the blade of a knife
underneath her chin. A voice from behind her say to let the man go, but she just smiled
and replied, "I'd rather have you let me go."
Another arm came off the knife welding man's arm and grabbed the knife from
his hand bringing it over to point at his throat. Robin stood up from the table and walked
out the door of the pub. Screams from the people followed when a loud thump came from
inside the pub. The man had fallen and the other still panicked for his life. As soon as
Robin ran from the pub to somewhere safe she let the other go. She didn't want to kill
more than she had to.
When she arrived at her boat someone was waiting there. The man from the inn
looked up at her and grinned.
"So, did ya get im?"
"Yes."
"Great."
"How did you know where my boat was?"
The man's grin faltered and turned into a sneer. The walked up to Robin and
pointed a finger in her face.
"You say that crap again, kid, and I won pay ya a thin."
Robin took a couple steps back and sat on the edge of her boat. That's when she
felt tears form in her eyes. She had just killed someone. It was not something every eight-
year old had to face in their life. She killed someone to get paid to get ahead in her
journey. She then knew she deserved to be on those wanted posts.
A hand was placed on her shoulder and she let out a sob. The man sat next to her
and kept his hand there until he felt she was done crying.
"You gonna be arigh?"
Robin nodded and continued to wipe her eyes clean of tears from her sleeve. She
knew hat she did was in the past, but if she had the chance she may have not done it.
"C'mon. We gotta go."
The man stood and pulled on Robin's arm, forcing her to stand up and follow the
man.
"Wait! Why do I have to follow you?"
The man turned and looked at Robin; smile gracing his lips.
"Cause, where else do ya have to go?"
Robin moved her mouth as if she was going to answer the man, but shut it instead.
"Nowhere, but..."
"Doesn' matta. I need to go back to my capin' anyway."
"You're a pirate?"
The man let out a loud, throaty laugh.
"What did you think I was, some kine of diplomat?"
Robin shook her head and walked behind the man who began to walk further on
the beach. The small bag with her clothes was light, but the strap kept falling off her
shoulder so it made it difficult to travel. The man stopped before the shore went into the
sea and looked back to see if Robin had followed him. She was still struggling with the
bag, but swiftly came into the clearing where he stood... next to a large schooner.
The ship caught Robin totally off guard that she dropped the bag to the ground,
some of its contents falling in the dirt below. She quickly bent down to pick up the items
without taking her eyes off the ship. It was big, but very beautiful for such a small-scale
ship. She had only seen ships like this in books.
"C'mon. It's time to get goin'. Capin' will kill me if I'm gone too long."
Robin nodded and picked up what was left on the ground before running aboard
the ship. She stood on its deck and looked at the waters that surrounded its three sides.
The view was absolutely magnificent. The man got the ship to set sail in a matter of
minutes and they pulled away from the land as quickly as Robin had come in just a few
days earlier. She had a small regretful smile fall upon her lips as she watched her new life
flow away from her, but she knew she had to think of what better things that lay in front
of her for the future.
Yepp, new chapter here. I would like to get a review now and then. Thank you for those who have already! I appreaciate it. I will be starting on the fifth part soon I hope. I just got back to school, so writing should be coming more often. Enjoy!
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Part 3
Sympathy for Those Who Kill
****
"Yes."
Robin knew what she was getting into when she spoke those words to the man
upstairs. She knew what the consequences of her actions would be if she were to be
caught, but what was the worse that could happen to you if you were already wanted? It
was times like these that she had no idea of what to do. She had a job and all she had to
do was find the man and 'get rid' of him.
The money she was being paid was a big reason for why she would do such a
thing. With money she could travel around and search for the Rio Poneglyph, the piece
that would tell the true history of everything. The world; it's people, places, and things
would all be described in the work. She had only a few leads, but nothing that would tell
exactly where the Rio Poneglyph would be. That's why she took the job, to further her
own dreams.
The man was quite eager for the job to be done, so Robin packed her things in a
small bag and began walking around town, telling Anna that she was getting food for the
pantry. She looked at all bars and other hangout many criminals would usually stay at.
She had no luck in finding him there.
She traveled to the upper class side of town and saw many pubs and other
recreational areas. She checked all of them out and found a couple leads to where the
man would be. It ended up to be one last pub that was centered outside of the town. It
was a rowdy place that many pirates and thieves drank to their hearts content and
gambled till they lost everything.
Robin walked in with caution. She knew places like these were not for a small
girl, but when a job had to be done, there was no other choice sometimes. The place
smelled of liquor and food, men and mildew. It was an encompassing smell, but Robin
knew she could take it. Men were everywhere, flirting with brazen women and dancing
around with drunken smiles on their faces. She got a few stares from the customers, but
she kept her eyes searching for the target.
Then she saw him. He was at a table with women on all side of him. There he has
a glass filled with draft and had a large pile of chips in front of him The men all around
his table gave smiles to up front their cards. With a flick of his wrist, he guffawed as he
gathered up the chips he had won from that round. The man is all views looked like a
disgusting pig and Robin knew should couldn't tolerate that
She walked up to the man's table and sat in an empty seat. The man's throaty
laugh still rung out as he glanced at the eight-year old; Robin gave a evil smile and said,
"I want to play."
The man's smile didn't fade he just placed one of his large arms on the table and
tried to scare Robin off.
"Sorry, kid I don't go for that stuff."
"What if it meant you're life?"
The man's smile grew wider and he eyed her up and down. Robin almost flinched
at the way he was looking at her, but controlled her self.
"Fine, kid. I can't see you getting rid of me anyway. You win; you can try to take
me down."
Robin smiled sweetly. She now had an excuse for killing the man, even though it
wasn't a very good one. She knew some trick for playing cards form her days of sitting
outside of bars and waiting in areas where the men pass time with card playing. If you
were to make it in a world were men ruled, you had to play the way they played.
They decided to play a game of poker and Robin was in the spotlight. Never had a
child ever tried to go against an adult for a game of life or death before, and in all cases, it
was probably the last time it would happen. Robin had the brains and the skill to beat the
man, but if it he were to win she knew she was able to take him down as soon as possible.
They both held the cards in front of their faces. If Robin changed two of her cards
she would have had a full house, but she had no idea what the guy across from her had.
That's when she came up with an idea.
If she could make more than one arm appear out of anything, then why not any
other part of the body? The next time she looked up at the man she saw an eye form on
his chest. She closed her own eyes and saw the cards the man held in front of him. She
had a good chance...
She traded her two cards and took the two that she needed to win. She looked at
the two cards and let out a sigh, but as she looked up she came face to face with the barrel
of a gun. The man must have had a bad hand. Robin just smiled at the man who had a
smirk written on his face.
"Seems like you lose, kid."
"Sir, I'd like it if you didn't point such a dangerous weapon at me."
The man began to guffaw again his laugh bringing most of the attention to Robin
and himself. Soon the guffaw stopped suddenly and was followed by screams from the
girls that once hung to the man's sides. For you see an arm appeared out of his right
shoulder and came around his neck to hold him in a stranglehold. He gasped for air and
the women surrounding him went running.
Robin still sat at the other end of the table watching as the man breathed in little
bit by little bit. Suffocating because of the lack of air. She then felt the blade of a knife
underneath her chin. A voice from behind her say to let the man go, but she just smiled
and replied, "I'd rather have you let me go."
Another arm came off the knife welding man's arm and grabbed the knife from
his hand bringing it over to point at his throat. Robin stood up from the table and walked
out the door of the pub. Screams from the people followed when a loud thump came from
inside the pub. The man had fallen and the other still panicked for his life. As soon as
Robin ran from the pub to somewhere safe she let the other go. She didn't want to kill
more than she had to.
When she arrived at her boat someone was waiting there. The man from the inn
looked up at her and grinned.
"So, did ya get im?"
"Yes."
"Great."
"How did you know where my boat was?"
The man's grin faltered and turned into a sneer. The walked up to Robin and
pointed a finger in her face.
"You say that crap again, kid, and I won pay ya a thin."
Robin took a couple steps back and sat on the edge of her boat. That's when she
felt tears form in her eyes. She had just killed someone. It was not something every eight-
year old had to face in their life. She killed someone to get paid to get ahead in her
journey. She then knew she deserved to be on those wanted posts.
A hand was placed on her shoulder and she let out a sob. The man sat next to her
and kept his hand there until he felt she was done crying.
"You gonna be arigh?"
Robin nodded and continued to wipe her eyes clean of tears from her sleeve. She
knew hat she did was in the past, but if she had the chance she may have not done it.
"C'mon. We gotta go."
The man stood and pulled on Robin's arm, forcing her to stand up and follow the
man.
"Wait! Why do I have to follow you?"
The man turned and looked at Robin; smile gracing his lips.
"Cause, where else do ya have to go?"
Robin moved her mouth as if she was going to answer the man, but shut it instead.
"Nowhere, but..."
"Doesn' matta. I need to go back to my capin' anyway."
"You're a pirate?"
The man let out a loud, throaty laugh.
"What did you think I was, some kine of diplomat?"
Robin shook her head and walked behind the man who began to walk further on
the beach. The small bag with her clothes was light, but the strap kept falling off her
shoulder so it made it difficult to travel. The man stopped before the shore went into the
sea and looked back to see if Robin had followed him. She was still struggling with the
bag, but swiftly came into the clearing where he stood... next to a large schooner.
The ship caught Robin totally off guard that she dropped the bag to the ground,
some of its contents falling in the dirt below. She quickly bent down to pick up the items
without taking her eyes off the ship. It was big, but very beautiful for such a small-scale
ship. She had only seen ships like this in books.
"C'mon. It's time to get goin'. Capin' will kill me if I'm gone too long."
Robin nodded and picked up what was left on the ground before running aboard
the ship. She stood on its deck and looked at the waters that surrounded its three sides.
The view was absolutely magnificent. The man got the ship to set sail in a matter of
minutes and they pulled away from the land as quickly as Robin had come in just a few
days earlier. She had a small regretful smile fall upon her lips as she watched her new life
flow away from her, but she knew she had to think of what better things that lay in front
of her for the future.