Disclaimer: I DO NOT, and probably never will, own Runescape, or Jagex for that matter.
CHAPTER 1I thrust forward with my wooden sword. My opponent evaded it easily and swung his sword at me. Instinctively, I ducked and did another thrust with my wooden sword, which my opponent evaded effortlessly by sidestepping.
In a flash, he struck out with his foot and kicked the side of my left leg, causing me to fall onto the wooden floor.
"Nice work son. You're getting better everyday. I remember the time when you just started training with me, you couldn't even hold me off for a minute. But now, you held me off for more half and hour." Father said.
"Thanks father." I got up, remembering the time when I first trained with my father. I was only eleven then.
"Well, let's go get some lunch." Father said and walked out of the house, sheathing his sword. I followed and did the same.
My father was a very skilled swordsman. In fact, I think he is even more skilled than Captain Rovin, leader of the Varrock army. Too bad we lived in the run-down parts of Varrock, near the hideout of the Phoenix gang. Too bad we were poor.
We walked towards the center of the city, where merchants would usually trade. We heard a man shouting, "Selling trout freshly cooked from the range! 10gp each!"
My father walked up to him and paid him 20gp. In return, he got two trout. We walked back to our doorstep. My father unlocked the door and we went into the empty house. I had no mother. Well I used to, but she ran off to marry a rich man, whom my father was no match for. I was about nine then. I was thirteen now but I still rarely saw my father smile.
We sat down and slowly ate our food. Little did I know that I would lose my father only hours later…
It happened on that fateful night. BOOM! BANG! It was another gang fight between the Black Arm gang and Phoenix gang. The gang fights started about two weeks ago, every night Black Arm and Phoenix members would come out into the alleys, carrying sticks with fire on it, maces, crossbows and various weapons. They would get into a bloody fight, with fire everywhere. I suspect that they both had something against each other.
Guards would be sent to stop the fights every night. But even they had problems stopping the battles. The gangs were very determined to destroy each other.
I looked out of the window. It was chaos. Fire and blood was everywhere. Dead bodies littered the ground and only the sound of weapons clashing could be heard.
"Don't be afraid son." My father consoled me.
He bolted the doors and locked the windows, attempting to comfort me. But I knew what he was about to do. Every night he would don his rune armour and get out of the house to help the guards. I saw him put on his armour and cape. He wore his leather gloves and fighting boots and reached for his specially made rune longsword, with three diamonds in the hilt.
He gave me a look that said, "I'm sorry, I have to go." Then he loosened the bolts on the door and got out. I stepped forward and bolted the door once more, praying to Saradomin.
After approximately an hour, I got worried and unlocked the window to look out. There were not as many gang members as before. My eyes swept through the crowds of people and finally found my father. His rune platebody was severely damaged and his helmet was gone, revealing his emerald eyes and long brown hair. He also had scars on his unprotected right chest.
Suddenly, an arrow lanced through the air so quickly that I barely had time to register it in my mind and went right through my father's stomach. I was so shocked that I froze. I was telling my body to move but it did not, as if my nervous system had broke down. I saw the assassin, a burly Phoenix gang member wielding a maple longbow. I memorized his looks. He had spiky blonde hair, tanned skin, fierce sapphire eyes and had a scar beside his left eye.
Finally, my body moved. Revenge was the only thing in my mind. I grabbed a steel dagger and a crossbow loaded with 150 bolts and dashed out. I focused on the assailant. He was standing on the roof of a house, shooting steel arrows. I ran up the wall of the building and stood on the roof.
The gangster was a little surprised and shot an arrow at me. I effortlessly dodged it and leapt towards him, dagger unsheathed. He took a step back and evaded my thrust by mere millimeters. I kicked forward with my left foot furiously. He sidestepped and held my leg. My eyes widened a second before he threw me off the building.
I landed forcefully on the ground. I could have beaten the gangster but my anger blinded me. I was too impatient and reckless to charge forward and rip his head off. He laughed evilly and went back to shooting guards, thinking I was dead. I stealthily rolled away and got to my father's body.
He had lost a lot of blood, all thanks to my need for revenge. Surprisingly, I managed to carry him back to our house even in the midst of the battle. I laid him down on his bed and took off his armour. He tried to speak but was too weak and spat out blood.
"Don't talk." I said and hurried to get some bandages. I found some and gently pulled out the arrow. I then bandaged his wounds. I didn't know what else to do. We were poor and didn't have much medical equipment.
"Rest father." I said.
He tried to talk once more and this time he could.
"I'm sorry Lance. I cannot hold on any longer. I'm…sorry." He said.
Even though my father wasn't good in moving people, tears swelled in my eyes.
"No. Don't die, father!" I shouted as I saw his life drain away. He closed his eyes and released his grasp on my arm.
"NOOOOOOO!" I practically scream.
Then, I saw a paper roll out of his other hand. I grabbed it and unrolled it. On it was nothing but four numbers, 5285. What did that mean? I didn't know. I slid it into my pocket and rested my head against my father's chest, weeping silently. Why did he have to die? IT WASN'T FAIR! He was a good man, the greatest of them all. IT NOT FAIR! He should not have died!
I wept almost the whole night, all alone in the small house.
How was it readers? To me, it's kinda' lame but I hope you liked it! This is my first story so please be kind when you review. So long!