<<Disclaimer: nothin for once... guess I'm losing my touch. Also, this shoulda
gone out last night>>
A pair of deep brown eyes scan over the note, time and time again. The note
was left in plain sight for himself, or Bridges, obviously whoever wrote it
didn't have any fear of being found out. The matter wasn't being taken by the
guard, that much he knew for sure, he would've heard about that by now.
'The blood of over forty innocent sailors are dripping from your hands, yet
you show no remorse.'
Slowly, Chrisof closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to focus.
His entire body felt empty, his heart hanging sickly in his chest... whoever
wrote the note had obviously done poor research skills, as the young 'bard' had
only felt this appalled at his actions one other time in his life. Though the
note was only half accurate in some sense, it *was* true. He was a murderer of
horrifying mass... over forty men in one fell swoop of his natural bad luck.
Even Jack the Ripper was only wanted for around seven murders, suspected for
perhaps twice that <mun note: forgive me if that's wrong>. He had nothing on
Christof's total, a number that was damned near fifty, something that sends an
icy chill up his spine. He reaches out swiftly and tears the note from its place
on the door of the Black Dragon Inn, crumpling it in his fist.
It's amazing how your perspective changes when you're marked for death.
His former agenda of work and school with intermittent socializing changes
drastically.
He had to find Sephyr and fast... before whoever this 'Unseen Hand' was
found the ranger, and-
"Oh gods... his family..." a choked voice mumbles. Bridges had a wife... a
new child for muns sake. For once the young man doesn't regret having lost his
family to circumstance, having left behind his home a long time ago. This
*could* put some of his friends in danger though... but fortunately his friends
were all those damned tough types that wouldn't even dream of getting taken
out... except Lashette...
Lashette had been a smuggler for a while, but the young man highly doubts
that she was going to be able to protect herself from experienced hunters.
Fortunately she's tucked away back at Lex's old apartment, the place he was
temporarily squatting in, and there was little chance anyone would find her
there. The place was hard to find, and though Lashes didn't really seem to
respect that, Chris had tried to keep it that way.
He thrusts the crumpled not into his pocket, looking around slowly. No one
else needed to read the words, none that already had that was. He opens the door
and steps inside, the people of the inn going about their usual lives. He heads
for the stairs, as the person he'd come to visit would probably know what to do.
She almost always did... and Chris needed information, Lex was just the person
to talk too.
"I swear Chris," he muses to himself on his ascent up the stairs "You're a
permanent bulls eye."
Never a dull moment for the 'bard' it seemed. With his luck, there'd be a
whole new pile of troubles once he talked to Lex.
~~~~~
Chris
> This was found hanging from the door of the BlackDragon Inn.
>
> Christof Kennedy and Sephyr,
>
> We have heard of the tremendous crime you have both perpetrated. The blood
> of over forty innocent sailors are dripping from your hands, yet you show no
> remorse. The families of these victims cry out for revenge and we have heard
> their pleas. The souls of the forgotten may not rest until justice has been
> served. Judgement has already been passed upon you both, in the form of
> coins passing hands and we will see to it that this sentence is carried out.
>
> Do not ask us for mercy, for we will repay in kind the mercy you, yourselves
> have shown. Do not try to escape, for we are everywhere. Do not try to hide,
> for we know of you and your loved ones. You may attempt to fight, but your
> fates have been sealed. We will come for you soon killers and for you the
> encounter will be a fatal one. So say we.
>
> The Unseen Hand
