Chapter 1
Lord Himura Kenshin was riding his horse along the sandy beach
of Sorrow Island. He just so happened to look toward the ocean
and caught sight of something floating in the shallow waters.
He steered his mount in the direction of the object and saw a
lady floating face down in the water. Quickly, he got off his
horse and pulled the woman to short and checked for a pulse,
though he knew she was dead. When he removed the hair from her
face he was startled. Her name was Rebecca Hurst. She was the
butchers' daughter and she had just visited over to his house to
deliver his meat just yesterday. He wondered what happened to
her. Her clothing was ripped to shreds and so was her skin.
Her skin was pale gray and very cold and lifeless.
He stood up and was about thinking of getting the
magistrate...then he stopped. "I'm the damned magistrate," he
muttered. He scooped Rebecca in his arms and put her on the
horse.
At the doctor's clinic, Kenshin waited in the waiting room while
the doctor examined the body. Finally, Megumi, the doctor, made
her appearance. "Another body...what's the count now, five?" she
asked taking off her bloodied gloves.
"Actually, two," Kenshin replied.
"Yea, well that doesn't include the missing people who were
never found yet. People are starting to get scared you know.
This all started when you first arrived you know. People are
even speculating you're the one murdering our people. They
think you are mad," Megumi said.
"I know what the gossip is, it's a small island, news travel
fast. I know why they would think it's me, but the deaths
seemed accidental. So I don't think they really have a reason
to blame me."
"Well, I'm thinking cause you're the Lord and magistrate here,
they think that you can get away with it."
"So what's the diagnosis doc?" Kenshin asked changing the
subject.
Megumi let it go for now, but it was really bothering her with
all these deaths. They never had an accidental death for a long
time since Kenshin's father died. "She drowned alright and by
the looks of the nasty cuts and bruises on her body she got
tangled wit some rocks or something rough."
"Like falling off the cliff into the water?"
"Yea. That makes sense...isn't there a cliff not too far from the
forest that has rocks on the bottom?"
"Hmm...yes there is."
"So what are you going to do? You think suicide?"
"Maybe," he said frowning. "I think I will go down to the
village and ask people about the two girls."
"Alright. Bye."
Kenshin got back on his horse and rode to the village. 'Two
deaths in two weeks...one fell on a rock and hit her head and
died. The second one suicide, jumping off the cliff.'
Something just wasn't right about these deaths. He'd ask the
villagers about the two women.
When Kenshin neared home he was in a black mood. He didn't get
any useful information. The people are still trying to get used
to him. He just found out that he owned the house on Sorrow
Island. Inherited from his father who was crazy as hell. He
didn't know much about his father; he only knew what the people
described him as. The villagers feared him and they fear
Kenshin because he was his fathers' son.
Lord Himura Kenshin was riding his horse along the sandy beach
of Sorrow Island. He just so happened to look toward the ocean
and caught sight of something floating in the shallow waters.
He steered his mount in the direction of the object and saw a
lady floating face down in the water. Quickly, he got off his
horse and pulled the woman to short and checked for a pulse,
though he knew she was dead. When he removed the hair from her
face he was startled. Her name was Rebecca Hurst. She was the
butchers' daughter and she had just visited over to his house to
deliver his meat just yesterday. He wondered what happened to
her. Her clothing was ripped to shreds and so was her skin.
Her skin was pale gray and very cold and lifeless.
He stood up and was about thinking of getting the
magistrate...then he stopped. "I'm the damned magistrate," he
muttered. He scooped Rebecca in his arms and put her on the
horse.
At the doctor's clinic, Kenshin waited in the waiting room while
the doctor examined the body. Finally, Megumi, the doctor, made
her appearance. "Another body...what's the count now, five?" she
asked taking off her bloodied gloves.
"Actually, two," Kenshin replied.
"Yea, well that doesn't include the missing people who were
never found yet. People are starting to get scared you know.
This all started when you first arrived you know. People are
even speculating you're the one murdering our people. They
think you are mad," Megumi said.
"I know what the gossip is, it's a small island, news travel
fast. I know why they would think it's me, but the deaths
seemed accidental. So I don't think they really have a reason
to blame me."
"Well, I'm thinking cause you're the Lord and magistrate here,
they think that you can get away with it."
"So what's the diagnosis doc?" Kenshin asked changing the
subject.
Megumi let it go for now, but it was really bothering her with
all these deaths. They never had an accidental death for a long
time since Kenshin's father died. "She drowned alright and by
the looks of the nasty cuts and bruises on her body she got
tangled wit some rocks or something rough."
"Like falling off the cliff into the water?"
"Yea. That makes sense...isn't there a cliff not too far from the
forest that has rocks on the bottom?"
"Hmm...yes there is."
"So what are you going to do? You think suicide?"
"Maybe," he said frowning. "I think I will go down to the
village and ask people about the two girls."
"Alright. Bye."
Kenshin got back on his horse and rode to the village. 'Two
deaths in two weeks...one fell on a rock and hit her head and
died. The second one suicide, jumping off the cliff.'
Something just wasn't right about these deaths. He'd ask the
villagers about the two women.
When Kenshin neared home he was in a black mood. He didn't get
any useful information. The people are still trying to get used
to him. He just found out that he owned the house on Sorrow
Island. Inherited from his father who was crazy as hell. He
didn't know much about his father; he only knew what the people
described him as. The villagers feared him and they fear
Kenshin because he was his fathers' son.