Holy crap it's an update! And a short one at that...sorry bout that. Words aren't coming to me with any of my stories, fic or original. I'll attempt to do routing edits and such, and of course get onto writing when my muse decides to return from vacation ^^;
I hope everyone had an awesome Christmas and they have an amazing New Years. Don't do anything stupid, kay guys?
Thank you to those that have reviewed and added this story to their Alert list, but special thanks to DarkOne for pointing out the shortness of the previous version of this chapter. Again, I apologize for how short it still is. I promise the next ones will be of a longer length.
They were in the middle of drills wen the ruffian was dragged towards them, yelling obscenities and fighting his 'escorts'. At first no one paid attention to the boys' approach, continuing to spar one another.
Duck, swerve, swing
Their current commander (bets were going around regarding how long he'd hold the position; the most confident being 3 weeks. Least was 2 days) brought their attention to him, shouting at them to halt and gradually the men came to rest, dropping whoever their opponent was to the ground and limping into formation. They kept their eyes forward, occasionally peeking at the mass of rags and bruises, who glared back at them. Torn was the only one who matched him in glance. The boy glowered at him, his scowl growing large and revealing a few of his teeth, as well as a couple missing ones. Torn's curiosity piqued a little at this, wondering what exactly brought all of the hatred into and out of the boy.
"Men," boomed the commander, bringing him out of his reverie, "this waste of skin was pulled out of the Slums for criminal acts against the Baron. Now, I know y'all are wondering why he's here instead of the prison. Given the low recruitment in the past couple years, the Baron wanted him tossed here instead." He paused and looked over the officers, noticing that they were all fidgeting, ready to burst with activity. Torn was equally eager, but kept still although he couldn't help tapping his fingers against his leg. What'd the kid do, launch a rocket at the Baron's palace? Slip poison in his food? Make out with Ashelin? No doubt it was awful to be thrown in the KG and not prison.
"Now that introductions are over with, get back to your drills and be sure to show the kid how things are done. Understood?"
"YES SIR!"