From my Blood
Chapter 2:
Siegfried's father, Frederick, walked on back to the small home he was staying. He was a bit dreary from reading all the letters, reporting of his son misbehaving. He grumbled at his sons awful intention of causing trouble and mayhem back home. He did miss the boy much, and his beautiful wife. He was never home, Siegfried felt it was his fathers own fault for not being home as much as he'd like. Siegfried always felt a hatred for his father, burning inside.
He did love his father unconditionally, but that bastard was the reason why their family was so dysfunctional, he thought.
It was a small celebration back at all of the Holy Roman Empire. Siegfried walked through the colorful dirt street, his Faust carried with ease over his left shoulder, as he glanced at the people passing by. Festivities in the empire were always lame and predictable. Who in their right mind would want to buy such junk that was spread all over the streets in small wooden stands?
He sighed and shook his head as he noticed how crowded the streets were. Packed with commoners and wealthy alike.
Siegfried decided he had to get away from all the noise and Babel of the streets, as he quickly dodged and hid out in a nearby Tavern, growling under his breath and mocking the pestering villagers. He turned to see that it was very quiet and soothing in the Tavern. Brightly lit and only a few others sitting around and discussing topics with alcohol on their tables.
A small smile of relief fell upon his lips as he sighed and pushed his bangs out of his eyes and took a nearby seat in a smaller corner of the Tavern to distance himself from the others. He slouched very immaturely and observed his surroundings.
Soon after he was greeted with a smiling face of a woman, setting a drink down in front of him.
"Would you like anything else?" she asked very softly as she swayed a bit to the left and right.
Siegfried ignored the woman and took the handle of the metal cup and sipped the liquid that it contained fluently. He had an emotionless expression on his face like he always did and set a few coins on the table in front of the woman to be respectful.
The woman took the coins and set them in a pocket of her apron, still smiling a bit, but took the offering at a que to leave him be and left.
The young energetic boy was enjoying himself as he peeked at the paintings that hung on the wall. They were beautiful paintings with dim oil painted colors and gentle brush strokes. Gently blended colors and very high details. Siegfried's eyes wandered across the display on the wall, observing little things that were so insignificant.
He noticed he zoned out a bit, as he turned to pay attention to the activity in the Tavern. It was still fairly small and quiet. A man stood on a tiny wood set in the far off corner of the Tavern and played a relaxing tune on the flute as he pranced his feet around and did a small Irish dance. The music wasn't to loud and Siegfried found it to be comforting as he sipped more of his drink and rested the cup on the table. He pushed the back of his hand up the side of the cup to catch a drip of water from hitting the table and wiped the drop off on his pants.
His peaceful thoughts were quickly and loudly interrupted when a small gang of armored boys, Siegfried's age, walked into the Tavern in a loud riot. The adapted peace in the Tavern was un-welcoming to the loud bunch of boys.
Siegfried knew the boys, they were a snobby bunch who molested woman older than them and picked on others. He even had to train with a few of them.
The group was small, around four or five boys. But as small as they were, made up in how ignorant and annoying they were.
Siegfried's peaceful expression quickly changed to a frown and narrowed eyes. He did his best to ignore the annoyance, and sipped his drink.
They were loud and unbarring, making loud thumps as they walked and sat at a table near Siegfried's. His back was turned to the rest of the Tavern, so he was a bit clueless to their activity.
One boy went as far as to grab the waitress and pull her into his lap, stroking her left breast with a lustful grin on his face.
"How're you today? Or maybe I'll find out for myself," he chuckled as the waitress screamed and kicked a bit to get loose, before smacking him right across his tan sweating face. They all laughed at the queer scene, the waitress fixing her dress and walking away. The older men in the Tavern didn't care to pay attention to the tippler group, except for Siegfried who was rubbing his forehead in circular motions and holding his head low to try and block out the laughing, that excessive laughing of one particular male.
He grinded his teeth and rubbed his forehead until he started to feel a warm heat reaching his fingertips.
The boy laughed so loudly and high-pitched. He sounded like some kind of dying rodent, he wouldn't stop laughing. Siegfried turned to look at the commotion, his back being hit more than a few times from the energetic and continuous squirming and moving. The laughing kid's face was turning a mixture of blue and red. His face was sweating and his hair lengthy in an ugly manner. His jolly cheeks lit up in a bright red color and he was unusually fatter than the other boys. His armor was lazily put on and his stench was unbearably filling the room.
Siegfried turned to once again avoid them, but the bitter got the best of him as he clutched aggressively on the hilt of his Faust and slowly walked his way to the table. The boys turned to look at Siegfried with grins on their faces.
"Look! It's Sieggy-fried. He's so tiny!" they laughed, especially the fat boy with the hyena laugh.
Siegfried remained calm with a blank face and held his Zweihander, aiming it back and dug it right through his meant target, the boy's right shoulder. The boy fell helpless to the floor, holding the wound in his shoulder and starred up at Siegfried with angst in his eyes. Siegfried unintentionally made the wound deeper than he wanted to, making it bleed much rapidly.
"What the hell was that for, Siegfried?!" the boy questioned as he squirmed in pain and bit his bottom lip, clutching harder on his wound. The others looked on and up to Siegfried, it was a violent way of shutting them up, but he did.
"I didn't like your laugh," Siegfried replied in a mild tone, holding his weapon to his side. The boy looked up into Siegfried's face, a bit curious.
"Next time you anger me, you'll get something shoved through you that is sharper than this dull Zweihander!" Siegfried chuckled and left the scene, holding his Faust over his shoulder as he continued to walk home.