59 Wisdom from weird places (1/2)

Terrick sighed tiredly as he looked at the child in front of him, a brown haired boy, in rags lay sleeping on a cloth bed that sat at the corner of a tiny room in a small shack. He had made his way to the bosom of the shady part of town for this, and now he had to finish the job that he had taken. It was a matter of credibility after all.

With a remorseless and silent groan he creeped closer to the child before bringing his hand agonizingly close to the child's neck, thin and pale, it looked so easy to end his life, that if Terrick had not already steeled his heart, it might have made him question himself.

But Terrick had done this a few times back in Rubeck, true that he had not actually been allowed to refuse, and true the only one that Terrick had, that could allow for the old tyrant to control him had been Angella, and even her, if Terrick was being honest with himself was someone that he used to justify his actions with.

The moral repercussions of his actions were not lost on him, truly, Terrick was just someone with no experience exercising his own agency. For as long as he could recall he always did what another told him to do, after all a good assassin did not ask questions, and a better assassin only did as he was told.

Suddenly and with what seemed to be a deafening yawn the prone form of the child began to rise, even then it rose with an almost rhythmic motion, Terrick cursed under his breath as he began to retreat, hurriedly trying to sink into the shadow of the barely four by four room.

Almost agonizingly slowly the boy sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes before opening and closing his mouth to get rid of the tiredness of the moment.

Slowly his tiny head began to rove around the room, before stopping at the location that Terrick had chosen to hide in, in the dark of the hinges of the rotting wood door.

Terrick began to sweat, he had always ensured that he camouflaged with the background, but after meeting the captain, he had only become more and more sloppy at it.

”Uncle, what are you doing here?” The innocent voice of the boy asked, not even a single tremor in his voice. ”I don't even have any cash…” he said as he slowly rose up, before bending down to pick up a horridly patched up waist pouch. ”This is all I have..”

Terrick clenched his teeth before slowly getting out of the dark of the hinges, he had finally come to terms with the things that had just happened. With barely any movements he inched his hands towards the knife hidden in a tiny pocket on his thigh.

”Uncle, take it and don't hurt me!” the boy said, actual fear appearing on his face, his amber face glowing, his spindly arms reached out from beside the bed, reaching toward Terrick, who had stretched out his hands to distract the boy from looking at his other hand.

With a sudden and feral screech however, the boy who had so far looked innocent leapt towards Terrick, what looked like the splintered end of some ship in his hand, driving straight towards Terrick's chest.

'fuck' Terrick thought as he opted to turn slightly using both his hands, one to hold onto the malnourished hand of the boy, and the other to push against his chest, to both kill his momentum and to stabilize him.