Vacations are overrated, I was thrown out of a tube by my cousins and I don't think this is my type of vacation. I do believe my vacation is sitting in a bed at three in the morning, typing out my next chapter. So, here ya go! Sorry for the wait!
"So…Where's the Rusty Tankard?" Simila asked as the pair wandered the town.
"…Somewhere?" the Ranger/ninja answered.
"That's real specific…Idiot!" Simila sighed.
"ooh! It's a pie vendor!" Carter's glaze falling to a deep red pie with a sprinkle of brown sugar on top.
"Pay attention!" The knight in training snapped, thwacking Carter upside the head.
"Hey! I will skewer you if you do that again." The ninja growled, glaring at Simila.
"Yeah? Let's see you try it!" Simila replied, stopping at returning the glare.
As they tried to kill each other with glares, sparks flying everywhere, a small child walked up with a marshmallow. Simila glanced at his and handed his a small piece of chocolate and Carter handed the boy graham crackers before continuing the spark inducing glares. The boy smiled before putting together a smore* and roasting it in the fire in between the two people.
As he walked off, happy and chewing on his sticky, yummy treat, Carter and Simila stared at him. Then they exchanged looks and both in perfect union raised an eyebrow.
"What"
"The"
"Hell?" Carter finished as their glaze fell again on the boy with the smore.
Wonder if we can bake a cake in the fire…Simila wondered.
…I wanna smore too! The ninja whined in his head.
~June~ (So I lied, you're learning things!)
"You know nothing about him." June snapped, spitting the blood out of her mouth.
"No, YOU know nothing about that son of mine!" He growled, backhanding the girl again.
Again June spit before answering, "No, you don't know what he's like! You've been trying to kill him since day one! You don't know his favorite foods, or his favorite songs or his hobbies! You don't know his personality, you don't know his habits, his thoughts, his anger, YOU DON"T KNOW HIS LIFE DAMMIT!" June snapped, struggling in her new bonds.
She was in the commanders tent, tied once again to a pole. He had given up with the old tactics, mostly because she had already incapacitated twenty men and killed three with her feet and teeth, and partly because he wanted someone interesting to talk to. Then again, she was a Smartalic as his son.
"I know he loves toast, that his as Smartalic as you, he hates taking baths, he sleeps late, he has seven masters, he has an evil side. He loves all his friends, he despises me, loves you, and he's always praying I won't find him. He likes any songs except soft and slow music, he's too energetic for that, he like fiddling with grass, annoying you and anyone else, loves most pies except blueberry and strawberry, has a habit of falling asleep during lectures and he's happy and energetic on most days. Except on the days after I find him, than he's grumpy, mean, cruel and violent." The man answered.
"You don't know the half of it." June snarled in his face.
"No, you don't know the half of it. He's my son, he has my blood, the blood of a killer, the blood of a bandit gang nad the blood of an assassin. He was trained since day one the ways of the blade. He was trained by the best masters in the world to take over my empire and rule this pitiful world nad he's been running from that since he was two. He could take on my best at the age of four and will take over my empire while I sit away and watch the darkness. He has darkness in his heart and that's why he is what he is. He's a monster and a killing machine that has surpassed my expectations!" The bandit king cackled.
"Did you really just cackle? I thought only weirdoes and evil villains did that." June snorted.
"Shut up already." The man rolled his eyes.
"So, if your his father, do you know his favorite color?"
The man raised an eyebrow before saying, "Of course, it's red, red for the blood his blade is soaked in and red for the blood in his veins."
"WRONG!" June shouted in his ear. "It's blue."
"Red."
"Nope, it's blue. Blue for the sky. Blue for the animals in the vast blue. Because he wants to fly away from you, and away from all the opportunity's you've given him. Because he wants his friends and he wants to be himself, not this killing machine you've tried to mold him into. He is himself and NOBODY freaking else and you know he dam well isn't!" June snapped.
The man smiled before leaving the tent. June sighed and fell asleep after her outburst. Her stomach growled from not being feed for two days straight. At least they were giving her water.
~Carter~
"Told you I knew where it was at." Carter said, sticking his tongue out at the knight.
Simila grabbed the ninja's tongue nad said, "I guess you did, but I don't think you'll be tell me anything else for the rest of your life." Pulling out a knife and smiled evilly at the ninja.
"I vanna keep my tung!" Carter managed, pulling away as best he could.
"Then keep it in your mouth!" Sims snapped slamming Carter's jaw shut on his tongue.
Carter whimpered as he bite his tongue. He could taste blood. He then snapped his tongue back in and looked at the tavern before them. The Rusty Tankard, a run-down junky building with a simple door. He smelled cheap beer and pasted out men in there. All conveniently located by the docks!
"Dis is a dump." Carter mumbled before walking in.
The inside was no better than the outside, with several rotting tables in the corner and squeaky boards and drunken sailors in every table. The only semi-decent thing was the bar, which was empty with a man with one eye cleaning a dirty mug with an even dirtier rag.
A lone man was sitting at the far end wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and red pants. A skull with a longsword running vertically through it and a dagger making it a cross. Carter grumbled something about the new symbol, but approached the man.
"Hello boy. You ready to get your part into us? The boss is ready for ya at camp. And if ya come quick, the girl might not be given a special*. The boats waiting in the dock. It's the on with our symbol on the left anchor and a-"
The man never finished the sentence before he was thrown across the bar, knocking over several still dirty mugs the bartender had placed there. The bartender sighed, but kept cleaning. Simila took a step back as Carter let loose.
Carter was already grabbing the man's shirt as he came to a stop. The man gave a yelp as he was slung into one of the rotting booths and then kicked across the bar again into a drunk sailor. He sustained several splitters from the table and a beer glass in the head from the sailor.
The man growled and got up, kicking the sailor over and taking an empty beer glass before breaking it on the table. Carter was already sliding under him, kicking the table over nad kicking it again, taking the man's legs out.
Simila watched in awe as Carter grabbed the falling man by the arms and hurled him up into the ceiling.
"Now watch very closely as I break this man's back and throw him up to four meters away." Carter said, addressing Simila.
As the man fell down, twisting in mid-air, facing the bar. Carter then jumped up, landing on his hands and kicked the man in the back with the toe of his boot, sending him over the ducking Sims and into the bars hardwood.
"Now that your opponent is crippled, take you boot and do this." Carter said, jumping off a chair.
Simila whistled as Carter hit the low ceiling and kicked off it and stomped on the man's head. Simila heard a sickening cracking noise before Carter picked up the dead body nad threw it up on the bar.
"That's Bloody Jack, use his bounty to clean up this dump, or at least get decent beer." Carter said, dragging the stunned Simila out of the bloodied bar.
As Carter walked back to the inn they were at and saddled Smoke he paused and said"…I went overboard…shit."
"FAIL!" Smiley yelled in his ear…he's glaring at me…..
"OUCH! THAT MY BLOODY EAR YOU SON OF A B-BOBBLYHEAD!" Carter stuttered.
"You stuttered." Simila pointed out.
I hate rehab. Carter thought, growling at the knight before continuing to saddle Smoke.
They led the horses to the boat Carter was told about loaded their horses, Smoke pitching a fit because he knew all these evil people. Carter solved the problem by saying, "clam." Simila raised an eyebrow but continued loading Storm.
"Where's Jack?" One of the crewmen asked.
"Code 51." Carter answered, walking past him.
"Aye." The man nodded before ordering the men to depart.
"What's Code 51?" Simila whispered to Carter.
"Code 51: Is where you kill the informer too prevent information leakage." Carter answered.
"I'd hate to be an informer." Simila whistled.
"Usually it's some lazy person that has an actual bounty so that the person that killed him has a good name." Carter explained as they walked below decks.
"I get it, so then they can go around unnoticed and complete their evil deeds!" Simila smiled, nodding.
"That's nice, now like Code 73, we have to freaking row." Carter sighed.
"What's that Code state?" Simila asked.
"That new people on the ship have to row. And if it's a King's Ranger or a knight then they have to row twice as much." Carter stated.
"Oddly specific." Simila said as they sat down on a bench.
"That's because it was just added." Carter stated.
"When?"
"About a week ago when they verified that I was here and June had a friend in Battleschool." Carter stated, grabbing the oar.
"…Now I feel like somebody's watching me…I hope I have privacy." Simila muttered, following suit with Carter.
They began noticing that the ship began tilting to the right about thirty minutes in. As if on cue (again) a man walked up with a mallet and hit Carter on the head. Carter scowled before asking the man why he just did that.
"You need to row lighter." He said simply, hitting him again before walking off.
"...Asshole, I can't help it that I'm stronger than everyone else." Carter mumbled.
Everyone turned and looked at the ninja, glaring holes in him. "What'd you just say." Half the people said.
"Oi! You know it too! You wanna try beating me?" Carter snapped, standing up leaving Simila to support their rowing.
"Hell yeah we do!" They answered, in response Carter crackled his knuckles.
"Oh no, not again." Simila sighed and ducked as someone was throw over him and into a bench.
~One Day later!~ (and three rolls of bandages, seven bottles of cleaning alcohol and one rope)
"You suck." Simila said, kicking Carter.
"What did I do!" He said, "Hey watch the nose! Pick it up would ya!"
"It's your freaking fault we're tied up like this!" The knight replied, kicking him again.
"…You don't have to kick me for it." Carter said.
Carter had, of course, gotten tied up because of the fight and in result he had blamed Smiley for it nad gotten them BOTH tied up. IN classic tribal style, hung. upside-down and hanging from log.
"I hate you." Simila growled as the dropped him and Carter onto the ground.
Then they were untied and left to walk around until shot or taken to the commanding tent. Or shot. Carter groaned and rubbed his wrists before getting up nad walking into a random tent. He stepped around three men that were lying on the ground.
He looked at the simple pole with a bundle of rope at the bottom. He nodded and walked at before going to the kitchen tent marked by the stack of white smoke flowing out of the open top. Carter strolled in, walking past the huge line nad got a slice of toast and walked out.
Simila sighed before spotting Carter walking out of a tent. He ran up and was about to shout at him for something when he spotted the toast.
"Where'd you get that?" He asked.
"Over there." He answered.
A minute later, they were both eating toast and waiting to be called to the tent. An officer walked up nad ordered them into the tent. Awaiting them, was the devil himself.
"Lovely to see you dad! Today I'm gonna draw a nice big picture with your blood!" Carter smiled.
He's a freaking monster…Simila thought, sweatdropping.
"You won't do that if you don't want her raped, stabbed, tortured, and then given to the dogs." He answered.
"Are you sure you can do that? It seems like a big task for little guy like you." Carter snarled. (His father's 5'1)
"You're one to talk." He replied.
"Well, now that I'm here, I can kick your dam ass!" Carter said, cracking his knuckles.
"I'm sorry for getting your hopes up, but you're not killing anyone today."
"Oops, sorry about that, I kind of kill two sailor, and Jack. Oh, and half the crew on the ship that brought me here." Carter replied, smirking.
"…You are such a pain." Carter's dad sighed.
"Okay I'm feeling left out here so, who are you and what is your name?" Simila snapped, tapping his foot.
"I am the Grim Reaper, and Carter's father. My name is, little knight-"
"Diablo." Carter interrupted.
"Seems you haven't forgotten. Yes, my name is Diablo, because I killed my parents and gave myself a name from a book. Diablo. I am Diablo the hellbringer." He said.
"He also loves long strolls through a graveyard, sipping blood with vampires and sharing songs with Sirens. And he has a unbeatable talent for playing the drums." Carter sighed.
"Whatever, take them to the holding cells." Diablo snapped and ten man came out from behind curtains and bond both of them in ropes. Two hauling Simila away and the other six dragging Carter away while he clung to a pole by his teeth. One other man was taken to the medical tent by the extra for having a broken rib from a head-butt.
"Classic storyline, hero taken to prison, has someone bust him out… but with him around the storylines shot to smithereens." Simila sighed, looking at Carter.
Again, vacation with cousins = good idea. So, you know the drill and this time as a threat if you don't review I will sick Carter on you! And tell him you have June…and toast. So this was a bit more comedy than I intended in this chapter, but I still hope you like it! *Smore=GOODNESS! *Speacial=...let's just say Carter has a right to be pissed.