2 A Blessing or a Curse (1/2)

Allen closed the door of the tavern behind him.

He was then bombarded by the lively noise of the establishment.

The tavern was accomodating drunk customers who accidentally spill their drinks, hungry people who were eating like animals, snoring people with their mouths opened, though there are still organized people, which made up the minority of the customers.

”What are you doing here? If you won't buy anything then just get out of here.”, a young tavern maid probably almost as the same age of Allen looked at him.

Before Allen got to say anything, somebody called out to them, ”Hey, that kid's with me.”

The both of them turned around and saw a man with long hair wearing a coat.

”Oh, so you're with Mr. Sanchez.”, the tavern lady then walked away towards another customer.

Mr. Sanchez signaled Allen to come have a sit, the latter couldn't disagree more for helping him not to get kicked out.

Allen immediately took a sit, after which, Mr. Sanchez said, ”So, you're the kid that the guards been chasing earlier for not entering the town through an official road.”

Allen increased his distance a bit from Mr. Sanchez.

”Haha, don't worry, I won't sell you off, but of course my help comes with a price.”, Mr. Sanchez wrapped his arm around Allen so that he won't be able to run.

”But I don't have any money in me.”, Allen weakly said.

”Oh, well then, I'm going to make you do something.”, Mr. Sanchez paused. ”And in fact, I would pay you then instead.”

”Really, what is it?”, Allen was tempted.

Mr. Sanchez approached his mouth a little closer to Allen's ear and whispered, ”Kill somebody.”

”W... what?! No I won't kill somebody.”, Allen immediately replied. He wanted to earn money, but not through killing, because it's against his will.

”Come on kid, don't you need something in life, don't you want to buy something for your family, don't you want to make your family member's life comfortable?”, Mr. Sanchez whispered.

”I... I want to.”, Allen answered.

”Well, this is the fastest way to earn money for you.”, Mr. Sanchez paused. ”Though if you declined the offer, you'll be the one receiving the end stick.”

”W... what do you mean?”, Allen asked while looking towards the ground.

”You've already seen my face, if you won't do this job then... I'll... kill... you... and your family.”, Mr. Sanchez emphasized every word of the latter part of the sentence.

Allen's body suddenly started shaking due to fear, he wanted to cry silently, but couldn't do so due to fear too.

He just wanted to earn a bit more for this day so that he can get a gift for William, but in the end, he got stuck into a predicament...

That would change his life.

...

Night came and the customers left the tavern, only leaving Mr. Sanchez and Allen.

The streets of the town are now empty except for guards patrolling due to the curfew. The moon was shining down upon the lands, making the scene more majestic.

”You see kid, I'm the owner of this tavern.”, Mr. Sanchez signaled Allen to follow him to the second floor of the tavern.

It has only a few rooms, but it is obvious that this is where Mr. Sanchez also lives.

Mr. Sanchez unlocked the door entered the room with Allen.

”This is the office room.”, Mr. Sanchez sat down to a seat.

Allen looked around the room, which had a thick luxurious mahogany desk, two seats at each side of the desk, a window behind the seat where Mr. Sanchez was seating.

”Sit down.”, Mr. Sanchez said.

Allen sat down, opposite of Mr. Sanchez.

”So kid, listen carefully to what I'm going to say.”, Mr. Sanchez took out a map of the town from under the desk and pointed towards a particular house. ”You'll be killing a middle aged man. The house only has one floor, you can sneak easily into it. The man is most likely in his bedroom asleep and alone.”