"The Gunslinger"
Chapter Seven: Attack in the Night
Vincent woke up and looked around the room. His head ached badly and he still felt a little nauseous from earlier. After a moment, he soon realized that he was lying in bed, in his room. He looked over to his right side and saw Marian sitting in a chair by the bedside- looking at him, with a smile. Vincent could see that she was still wearing her dress and apron.
"Well now, Vincent, I see you've finally woken up." She began warmly. "You had us worried there for a while." She informed him. "You were pretty bad when we found you." She went on.
Vincent groaned and closed his eyes. "How long have I been unconscious?" He asked dryly.
Marian sighed and thought for a moment. "About three hours." She replied. "Gillium found you sprawled out across the floor of the stable." She added suddenly, brushing a strand of blond hair out of her eyes. "He and Scatz had to carry you up here." She went on.
The woman then cleared her throat. "And I removed your boots and cloak. I put the gloves over with that odd little claw of yours and I hung the cloak up in the closet, with your other garments." She finished a smile.
Vincent groaned again. "Have you been here the whole time?" He asked, opening his eyes.
"Well yes, I guess it's just my maternal instinct to care about someone when they're in trouble." She replied.
"Thank you." He said simply as he looked up at the ceiling. He suddenly felt self-conscious.
"Well, if you're all better, for now, then I'll leave you for the night." She said, getting up and walking towards the door, but stopped and looked over her shoulder. "I hope you'll be able to join us for breakfast in the morning, Vincent." She added with a smile, and left the room, closing the door softly as she disappeared.
Vincent sighed and rolled over onto his right side, with his back to the door.
***
Glen and Silas were standing below Vincent's window. The two of them were discussing their plan of entry.
"Did you see it?" Asked Silas.
"Yeah, they had to carry him into the house." Replied Glen. "He was out cold." He replied.
"It's gonna be no problem at all to get rid of him." Silas replied. "I'll climb through the window and you'll go in through the inside, got it?" Silas instructed.
Glen nodded.
"He'll never know what hit him." Silas announced proudly.
***
Vincent slept uneasily through the night, harassed by troubling images. But it only took a slight scraping sound to bring him back to attention. He awoke abruptly awoke to see that someone was sliding the window open.
He reached under his pillow and pulled out a small revolver that he kept in case of an emergency. Luckily, the silhouette of a person trying to lift the window up hadn't noticed him moving around in his bed. He pointed the barrel towards the window and aimed.
***
It was easy enough to sneak in through the back door of the house and then creep up the stairs.
Glen looked down the hallway, at the door to Vincent's room and began tiptoeing towards it. He reached down and pulled his gun out his holster and leaned up against the wall as he crept close to the door.
Just as he was reaching for the knob, he heard a shot go off and the sound of glass shattering. He smiled to himself, deciding that Silas must have obviously made the first move- which now meant that it was time for him to go in for the kill!
He stepped in front of the door and grabbed hold of the knob. But just as he turned it, three shots tore through the door and into Glen's arm. The man fell back, clutching his bloody limb as the door swung open.
Glen gasped as Silas emerged from the shadows of the dark room and fell down beside him, not moving.
Vincent was now visible, as he was the one standing behind Silas' dead body and holding it up. "No one tries to kill me and get away with it." He told the man darkly as he aimed his gun straight at him.
Glen screamed as he heard the trigger pull back.
~End of Chapter Seven~
I am amazed that I finally wrote another chapter of this story, after all this time. My social life didn't leave much time for writing fanfcition, and a bad case of writer's block on this particular story made the last couple of chapters a real challenge.
However, the previous chapter became a little easier, and this one practically wrote itself. So I'm just glad to be back in the saddle again.
-Bojack747
Chapter Seven: Attack in the Night
Vincent woke up and looked around the room. His head ached badly and he still felt a little nauseous from earlier. After a moment, he soon realized that he was lying in bed, in his room. He looked over to his right side and saw Marian sitting in a chair by the bedside- looking at him, with a smile. Vincent could see that she was still wearing her dress and apron.
"Well now, Vincent, I see you've finally woken up." She began warmly. "You had us worried there for a while." She informed him. "You were pretty bad when we found you." She went on.
Vincent groaned and closed his eyes. "How long have I been unconscious?" He asked dryly.
Marian sighed and thought for a moment. "About three hours." She replied. "Gillium found you sprawled out across the floor of the stable." She added suddenly, brushing a strand of blond hair out of her eyes. "He and Scatz had to carry you up here." She went on.
The woman then cleared her throat. "And I removed your boots and cloak. I put the gloves over with that odd little claw of yours and I hung the cloak up in the closet, with your other garments." She finished a smile.
Vincent groaned again. "Have you been here the whole time?" He asked, opening his eyes.
"Well yes, I guess it's just my maternal instinct to care about someone when they're in trouble." She replied.
"Thank you." He said simply as he looked up at the ceiling. He suddenly felt self-conscious.
"Well, if you're all better, for now, then I'll leave you for the night." She said, getting up and walking towards the door, but stopped and looked over her shoulder. "I hope you'll be able to join us for breakfast in the morning, Vincent." She added with a smile, and left the room, closing the door softly as she disappeared.
Vincent sighed and rolled over onto his right side, with his back to the door.
***
Glen and Silas were standing below Vincent's window. The two of them were discussing their plan of entry.
"Did you see it?" Asked Silas.
"Yeah, they had to carry him into the house." Replied Glen. "He was out cold." He replied.
"It's gonna be no problem at all to get rid of him." Silas replied. "I'll climb through the window and you'll go in through the inside, got it?" Silas instructed.
Glen nodded.
"He'll never know what hit him." Silas announced proudly.
***
Vincent slept uneasily through the night, harassed by troubling images. But it only took a slight scraping sound to bring him back to attention. He awoke abruptly awoke to see that someone was sliding the window open.
He reached under his pillow and pulled out a small revolver that he kept in case of an emergency. Luckily, the silhouette of a person trying to lift the window up hadn't noticed him moving around in his bed. He pointed the barrel towards the window and aimed.
***
It was easy enough to sneak in through the back door of the house and then creep up the stairs.
Glen looked down the hallway, at the door to Vincent's room and began tiptoeing towards it. He reached down and pulled his gun out his holster and leaned up against the wall as he crept close to the door.
Just as he was reaching for the knob, he heard a shot go off and the sound of glass shattering. He smiled to himself, deciding that Silas must have obviously made the first move- which now meant that it was time for him to go in for the kill!
He stepped in front of the door and grabbed hold of the knob. But just as he turned it, three shots tore through the door and into Glen's arm. The man fell back, clutching his bloody limb as the door swung open.
Glen gasped as Silas emerged from the shadows of the dark room and fell down beside him, not moving.
Vincent was now visible, as he was the one standing behind Silas' dead body and holding it up. "No one tries to kill me and get away with it." He told the man darkly as he aimed his gun straight at him.
Glen screamed as he heard the trigger pull back.
~End of Chapter Seven~
I am amazed that I finally wrote another chapter of this story, after all this time. My social life didn't leave much time for writing fanfcition, and a bad case of writer's block on this particular story made the last couple of chapters a real challenge.
However, the previous chapter became a little easier, and this one practically wrote itself. So I'm just glad to be back in the saddle again.
-Bojack747