It's been awhile hasn't it everyone? I always wanted to continue this story, but for the longest time I had no idea what to do with it or how to write down any ideas I might have had. I think a year or two has even gone by since I updated "Its all in the Wrist", but I think now is a good a time as ever to get back in the habit and add some more to the story. What began as a very short story idea had turned into something a little longer thanks to reviews by the readers out there. I will continue to write more chapters to this story as long as people read it and review it, so expect to see more chapters soon whenever I can write them now that I am back.
-Blade3000xl
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The screams of frustration and pain rang out and across the fields like a horn being bellowed right before the beginning of a battle. Griffith stopped in his tracks, as he heard them, the small red charm bouncing back and forth against his side as he did, slowing down after what seemed like forever, and gently rocked in his hand in the wind. Griffith turned slowly and looked at the source of the screams, a small wooden farmhouse to his right, lit up like a bastion of hope from the sunlight of the new day as it rose behind it. Griffith heard the screams again and couldn't help but think that someone may have been in trouble. It could have been anyone in there, an old man who had fallen over and had injured himself, a young woman who was being beaten or robbed by evil men, or maybe even a small child who didn't want to eat his broccoli. The sounds could not be classified as it sounded so loathsome and sad that it barely even seemed human. Griffith looked down in his hand at the charm, quickly shoved it into his pant pocket and did the only thing he thought that was right, he ran towards the front door of the house as fast as he could.
Judeau clutched the dead young woman in his arms as tightly as he could, the sounds that erupted from his mouth drowning out all others around him. Never before had he felt such pain and suffering. He had been alone for so long in his life, and right when he finally thought he found someone that understood him, she was gone in an instant. Judeau tried yet again to wake her, he knew she was already gone, but to give up even now seemed like a betrayal to their friendship. He shook her by the shoulders, her lifeless head bobbing up and down against the bed like a ragdoll. He was so occupied by his grief that he didn't hear the front door open quickly and slam against the wall, or the calls asking if everything was alright. Before he knew it someone had ran into the room with him and Judeau had been found, covered in blood and holding a mutilated corpse in his hands.
Griffith stood behind him in the doorway, looking around the room unable to understand what had happened, seeing the lifeless body of the young girl and the dead heap that used to be her father laying on the floor right in front of him. Strangely enough, even as Judeau turned slowly, tears streaking his face, Griffith couldn't feel any emotion stir inside of him. He didn't feel sadness for the deaths of these two people, nor did he feel shock or surprise by seeing Judeau there with them. His eyes narrowing, Griffith slowly came forward and kneeled down beside Judeau, staring at Daphne's body. "What have you done?" he asked Judeau, their eyes not meeting. It took awhile for Judeau to answer, his throat clogged with mucas, his eyes burning like fire from all the tears. "I…I didn't do anything."
Griffith put a hand on his young friends shoulder and looked over to him, "Well, it doesn't look like nothing to me." Judeau nodded at his comment, knowing very well that no one would have believed him even if he told his story how it went. In times like these, it made more sense for a poor boy to murder a family to get some food then for one to murder a man for almost killing his daughter. He knew that he would most certainly go to jail, be locked away forever and never see daylight again. "What should I do Griffith? Whatever shall I do now?" his words were cracked and barely made any sense as they left his mouth, his sobs mixing in with them making them coarse. Griffith stood up and folded his arms across his chest. "Well, seeing as you're a murderer now, how about you come with me?" Judeau looked up, aghast at how calm Griffith was concerning the circumstances; he was like a brick wall. "Come with you? Why? Where are you going?" The young man looked up into the eyes of the other with the strange whitish hair and saw a small smile cross his face. "Well, I was going to march out of this awful place and find my own home. I could use a traveling companion to come with me on my trip, so now that you pretty much have no other choice, why don't you join me?" Griffith outstretched his hand and offered in to Judeau to help him up, the thick string of the odd charm hanging from the boy's pocket. Judeau thought for a moment on what he should do, looking back over at Daphne, and then over to the corpse of her late father bleeding out on the ground, the floor covered in crimson liquid. He knew he was innocent in this case, he killed her father trying to protect her, and that was all. If he ran away now, would he ever be able to perform again? What would happen if he left with Griffith and they both fled the village? The country of Midland was such a dangerous place now because of the war, would they even have a chance for survival at all? Not knowing at all what to do, Judeau suddenly found his hand raising away from Daphne and join with Griffith's. The boy lifted his friend from the ground and both stood in silence in front of each other. For the longest time both stood and stared, each not knowing what to say. Then Griffith finally did something, moving over and kneeling behind the large slab of meat on the ground. He reached under the body and came back up with the bloody knife Judeau had thrown and killed him with. Extending the knife to Judeau, Griffith smiled and said, "I do believe this is yours, is it not?"