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Justify the Thrill
Chapter 2
Exempt From Sanity
"Looks
like we've been caught again." Mouse sighed
"Now who's fault would that be? Oh yeah, Spot's. " Race
jeered. "I told you we needed weapons."
"Shut up!" Spot hissed.
A particularly well dressed noble stood before Spot, a full sword the
being the only thing separating the two. It was definitely an admirable
sword, adorned with crystals of all shapes and colors. The more important fact
is where it was pointed, directly under Spot's Adam's apple. The door
behind the noble opened to reveal the knight that had questioned them
earlier. That knight's page and another boy stood behind him.
Spot cocked his head back in a defiant manner. Swallowing calmly
he let his gaze meet that of the boy who's sword left him vulnerable. The
boy who appeared to be the same age as the young knight behind him, was garbed
in blue and red the colors of royalty.
"You will bow before his highness," Wolfgang snapped.
Race and Mouse glanced quickly toward Spot for direction before
shifting their indifferent stares on the Prince. The two remained standing
after seeing their leader continue to hold his position. Actions which
seemed to infuriate the knight all the more.
"Mush, David, bind their hands and kindly direct the prisoners
back to their cell, it seems they've lost their way" the prince said,
"Wolfgang watch this one." As Wolfgang's sword replaced his, Jack
moved and unlocked the door to the hall, throwing it open with a terrible bang
that awoke all its inhabitants.
"This is what you call watching the prisoners." he bellowed,
"I don't know what my father is paying the lot of you for when even these
petty street thugs could guard someone better than you." The
captives, many of whom had watched the entire escape were standing at their
cell doors. Jack continued on, "I want all of you out of here!
Now!" The venom in his voice was unmistakable. Every guard moved
hastily toward the exit. Jack grabbed the tunic of the last man that
passed him, "Send down a new set of guards and two extra men."
"Yes, highness." The man stuttered and quickly fled.
Striding quickly down the hall to where the two thieves were being
returned to their cell Jack began rambling off more commands. "The
girl is Cascadian, her hands will remain bound and she is not to have any
water. Make sure the boy drinks all water given to him and the men in the
cells around them as well. Tell the guards to do so as well. If they
attempt to give the girl so much as a drop of water, kill her."
Returning to the entrance Jack found Spot and Wolfgang as he'd left
them. "Go help Mush watch the prisoners. Tell David I want him
outside the interrogation room."
Wolfgang managed a quick bow, "Right away, highness."
"I believe you know where it is," he spoke quietly to Spot
once Wolfgang had gone. He took his sword and motioned for Spot to get moving.
That is how they came to sit in the room a moment later. Spot sat
with the same posture as before, making himself as comfortable as possible with
Jack standing opposite him. The Prince was fully clad in fine silk
robes. He wore a striking white shirt under a bright red tunic, which
were accompanied by a pair of close-fitting, royal blue leggings. The
scabbard clipped to the matching blue belt held a sword only the most powerful
beings could wield. Black leather boots completed his ensemble.
Spot couldn't see how this boy could have possibly dressed in anything but
optimal attire his entire life. This pampered prince got everything he
ever wanted at the expense of the poor who were left to deal with the
economical problems of Tralee on their own. A spoiled prince and nothing
more was what he had been and would remain for the rest of his life.
"Have you not even the proper respect to bow to your prince?"
Jack demanded bringing Spot out of his assessments.
Spot sat forward, back straight, elbows resting on the table, and eyes
narrowed. "What makes you so great that I should feel
compelled to show any respect for, much less bow to you? What have you
ever done to improve the quality of life in this country?"
"If I'm not mistaken you are the one who's on trial here. I
ask the questions!"
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Spot scoffed while
returning his legs to their former pose, spread out in a relaxed position and
shoulders loose. "You disgust me. Walking about self-glorified as
though the rest of the world owes you their lives simply because you're
prince. You know not of, nor care for your countrymen in the
slightest. If you did you would make an effort to help them."
" Why you insolent little scoundrel! I improve my country by
removing vermin like you and your friends from the streets."
"That's what you think. You may have riches and power but
you will never have the respect of the people and without that you're
nothing."
"Enough! I will not be lectured by the likes of you! I
suggest, thief, that you reconsider what you have said before your allegiances
are questioned."
"I pledge my allegiance to no one." The hatred that seethed
from Spot's glare would have been enough to break most men, but he'd slipped up
and Jack caught it.
"Not even your friends, eh? If I had them tortured to death
it wouldn't affect you? I'd just be removing a great burden for you,
huh?"
Spot turned away, suddenly becoming silent.
"I'm not in the mood to play games, Spot is it? I've heard
of you and your guild before, I know there are more of you than we have
imprisoned here. You may have your own little crew but I have mine as
well. We are well trained in fighting and better equipped than your men
could ever be. You will answer the questions I have for you tonight or I will
kill you."
"Then kill me." Just as he had not pledged his
allegiance to anyone in a long time this boy's life was obviously not bound to
any importance either.
Jack whipped out his sword and held the point to Spot's throat
again. "Not just you, I'd catch all your little friends and kill
them as well. This city needs someone to rid it of its scum. Wouldn't you
agree?"
"Then you'd be killing the wrong people."
Jack pressed his blade to the boy's throat harder, hard enough to
puncture the skin and draw blood. "You really do have a death wish don't
you?"
"Naw, I just believe if you say you're going to do something
you've gotta follow through." Spot replied calmly.
"You realize I could kill you right now."
Spots eyes took on a look of defiance and daringness, "Then do
it."
Jack was thus tempted to jam his sword through the young thief's throat right then and there despite the rules regarding prisoners. Perhaps the only thing that stopped him was the sudden knock at the door. He stepped back from the table and sheathed his sword.
"Who is it David?" He called through the door.
"Bumlets," the squire responded, "He brings a message
from your father."
Jack retreated to the door and stepped outside. Spot strained to
hear their conversation unable to leave his chair.
Instead of Jack reentering the room alone, two boys accompanied
him. Among them were Jack's curly-haired squire and a reasonably tall boy
with pitch-black hair. Both of the newcomers looked Spot over for a
moment, apparently sharing some kind of vital knowledge concerning him.
"You're lucky, very lucky." Jack told him. The prince
then turned to the two others, "Put him in an empty cell across form his
men. I want extra guards on them all night, and make sure they're
alert. Replace them every three hours"
"Jack," the boy called Bumlets began, "That cell is
full."
"Then go empty it." With quick bows both of the men
were gone. Jack tied Spot's hands behind his back and walked him down the
hall. The bonds were cut once he was in the empty cell. It was then
that Jack spoke to him again, "We'll talk again tomorrow, and every day
after that until you give me names."
"I'll be gone by then."
Jack shook his head, "Don't count on it."
Spot stared after the young prince as he walked down the hall flanked
by his friends. His throat was still in pain, there was no denying that,
but he refused to reach up and touch it. He had far greater problems to
deal with. If Spot couldn't think of a way to get them all out soon, they might
not live much longer. A door slammed in the distance and one by one,
guards began to put out the torches.
* * *
Jack entered his father's library, where his friends were all
gathered. They were of a close-knit group of squires and knights, none of
them being more than a year away from receiving his or her own shield. He
turned to the knight which Bumlet's served, Skittery. "My father
wanted me?"
Skittery nodded from his seat, "In the study."
Jack entered his father's study with David close on his heels. He
fell into a deep bow before his father's desk, which was as usual covered with
scrolls.
"Stand up Jack," King Adonis said clearly. He was
standing by a large window, staring out into the night sky. King Adonis
was the kind of man everyone in the kingdom admired. His brown hair matched
Jack's perfectly however he preferred it long, longer than Jack's or his
friends. His face was kind and his voice often gentle.
His long silk robes consisted of blue breaches, black leather boots, a fine white shirt, adorned with a red sash signifying his royalty. This was worn beneath a great, white robe, a long white cloth came down from the collar of the robe, wrapping around the shoulders hiding the king's chest. From beneath that cloth the long sleeves extended revealing gloved hands. The shoulders were decorated with gold pads another symbol of royalty. Finally the attire was completed with a blue cape featuring a red crest of Tralee.
The cape hid his right side, attached to the front of the robe with a
gold button, which revealed a small portion of the cape's red underside, and
sewn to the backside just under the collar. A blue strap, hidden by cloth
and cape held the King's mighty sword within a beautifully ornamented
scabbard. However this was the ceremonial dress only worn when
appearing at functions, or residing over the court.
Now in his study he wore a dress similar to that of his son's the only
differences being the gold shoulder pads, the royal blue sash over the red
tunic and his long, slender sword with a gold trimmed hilt and a single ruby in
a plain leather scabbard, which he preferred for it often caused his enemies to
underestimate him. The royal colors of red and blue suited him well.
"I didn't raise you to act like a servant so don't bow. Take
a seat, we need to talk," the king went on. He turned to David, "It's
late David. This is between Jack and myself so you may retire for the
evening."
"Thank you Sire," David bowed and turned to leave. Just
as his hand touched the doorknob the king spoke again,
"Oh, and David…"
"Yes, Sire?"
"Tell the boys listening on the other side of the door to do the
same."
As the door closed behind David Jack turned to look at his
father. "What was so important about that thief Father? He and
his friends have been stealing from the palace for years. Don't they
deserve to be punished?"
The king nodded, "Yes, they do, but now is not the time. You
see son there are things going on around here that I have not brought to your
attention as of yet. One, which will greatly affect your life, as well as
those of your friends if left unattended."
"I know you don't tell me everything Father, but what is so
important about this thief? He's so rebellious and-"
"I'm well aware that he may be a headstrong young man, who was
dealt a poor life, but he and his friends do have qualities that will prove to
be in the best interest for us." The king nodded to his son,
"We may need their unique skills to stop what is happening."
Jack raised an eyebrow at the thought. What could ever be so
vital to their country that his father would need the help of common
thieves? Whatever it was it had to bad. He swallowed hard and
returned his gaze to his father's desk, "What's going on Dad?"
"It's your uncle, Jack," the king began, " The Duke
Esmond is planning something. I don't know what. My spies reported
that he was planning some kind of attack, and there was talk of him having
alliances with several other foreign countries."
"What does that have to do with the thieves?" Jack asked.
"Don't interrupt me," the king insisted, "My spies
returned home because they believed it would be good to be able to give me all
the facts which they couldn't do in a letter. The only problem is now I
can't send them back to Odessa because it will look suspicious, but I do need
more information gathered."
"Wait, so you're saying that uncle Esmond is planning an attack on
the throne?"
"Yes, that is what my spies tell me."
"And you want to send that group of mangy thieves in to spy for
you?"
The king sank into his chair, suddenly looking very tired, "I
should have waited until tomorrow to talk about this. Go to bed Jack,
we'll finish this in the morning."
"But-"
"Bed. Now." The king ordered. His son was barely
eighteen, and still needed to receive orders. "Goodnight Jack."
Jack nodded and rose to leave. As he opened the door several of
his friends fell through the doorway as they had been leaning on the door to
listen. He rolled his eyes and stepped over them.
The king just laughed, "Good evening boys."
"Hey!" Candy protested from her position on the floor.
"And girl. Now, like I said, off to bed, all of
you."
* * *
"You were right, they do have a death wish, they have no respect
for authority, and by Mithros they're so infuriating!" Jack
exclaimed entering his bedroom where his were gathered.
"So why are they so damned important! " Wolfgang
answered.
The eight of them went silent as though pondering the question.
Truth be told none could think of a good reason as to why the members of the
Rogue Guild, who robbed palaces everywhere, could be useful. The king
could have sent anyone to spy for him, so why choose prisoners? Especially
those with the highest price on their heads?
"I just don't get it. It doesn't make any sense."
Jack resumed speaking the words on his friend's minds. There were several
murmurs of agreement amongst them before David spoke up.
His face had been set in deep thought as he began. "You're
right, it doesn't make any sense and there's a reason for that." He
concluded catching the groups' attention.
"Well?" Candy provoked "What is it?"
"We're agreed Jack that you're father could very well have sent
anyone to spy for him, correct?"
Jack nodded in concurrence.
"And the Rogue Guild is a group of untrustworthy criminals who
take pleasure in stealing from the King. Add that to the fact that we
don't have a whole lot of information about them."
Again Jack nodded.
"So our question is, why choose them? And the only rational
answer I can think of is that your father hasn't told us, well you really,
everything."
Once again the room fell quiet as the teens went over the situation in
their minds all coming to the same deduction.
"Yeah that sounds about right." Candy concluded
breaking the silence.
"I know" Jack replied. "It's just disturbing,
that's all. I mean he's literately going to put our lives and the safety of
this kingdom into the hands of a gang of street rats; especially ones that
already loathe a few of us. I don't like it, I don't like it one
bit"
"We know man, we know." Bumlets commented solemnly
while patting Jack's shoulder in support. After a long discussion
the group headed to bed leaving Jack to his thoughts.
The young prince paced his room in the darkness for what seemed like an
eternity, often stopping to glance out the balcony. His life was quickly losing
any importance. Since he'd become a knight things had been so easy.
Now he'd suddenly had several things launched at him at once. An
unspeakably irritating gang of thieves were camping out in the dungeon.
One of them would even openly insult him. And now, now his father had
brought up a possible death threat.
He glanced out over into the stars once more. If that scoundrel he'd
questioned was put in charge of some kind of mission the entire kingdom was
doomed. He readily collapsed into his large, soft bed, exhausted.
He mumbled to himself until he fell asleep.
* * *
Mouse lay curled up on one of the benches that hung from the wall of
the cell. Race had occupied the other half only moments before. She
glanced around and found him pacing the bars near the hall. He looked
back and caught her gaze.
"You all right?" he asked.
"Thirsty," she mumbled. As a Cascadian she was more prone to
dehydration than the rest of them, and needed water more frequently.
"Yeah, I know," he replied, "I'm trying to get some water from our
neighbor. He said he'd give me some next time the guards changed.
Now if I could just get Spot's attention we could think of a way out of here."
He waved frantically in Spot's direction in the dim light of the dungeon.
Spot looked directly at him for a few minutes. Dried blood was
caked around a cut on his throat and his appearance was more weary than
usual. "Just go to sleep Race." He said wearily, "I'll have something by
morning."
A/N: Ok, another chapter up. Sorry it took so long. One of us went on vacation and had very limited computer access so we couldn't get all of it done. Though there will be no shout-outs in this chapter we have to say that we appreciated all the reviews, and would love if they continued. Regular reviewers are highly appreciated and will be sent chocolate covered newsies.
Unfortunately we also need to say that there are no openings for any other characters to be in this. We basically covered all the bases when we planned this so that we wouldn't have to deal with casting calls and picking certain people over others. If any minor characters are needed we will probably use your names, but no more are needed for main parts.
So, you've all been introduced to most of the nobles by now. The other thieves finally appear in the next chapter, and different characters will have more parts at certain points in the story. Next chapter we'll probably end up telling you who we are too. Until then, reviews are appreciated.
Forever,
Exempt from Sanity
