by KingOfDoma » Thu Jan 30, 2003 2:10 pm
<span style="font-family:times new roman; color:purple;font-size:small;">"Stables? F$%@ that... I know a place for me to sleep... I'll see you idiots..."
He looked intently at Rune. "... and you in the morning."
With a smirk, Jansen ascended the stairs and hit the streets.
Damn... I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this... this is just f@#$ great. Thanks a lot, Carrion or whatever the hell your name was...
He turned down a street into what most would consider to be Baron City's suburbs. The houses were neatly made, colorful and adorned with small, special touches that made the house a home all its own. But when Jansen looked at them, he saw sheep. Obedient lambs whose only distinguishing quality was the arrangement of ticks in their fleece.
He hated this place. And yet, called it home.
He stopped, and turned. This lamb, this house was his own. Noiselessly, he stalked up the lawn. He hopped the fence, knowing the gate would creak, and walked over to a rear window that was a couple feet above his head. This was old hat for him. He grabbed a lawnchair that was covered with filth, and reached up to open the window. It, of course, was locked, but he had long ago learned how to pick this one.
In an instant he was inside. He closed the window behind him, and took off his boots. Huh, he thought, they still didn't change it, after I told them to again and again.... go figure. He took off his jacket, and quietly slipped into the bed.
"BA-DOOM!"
That was the sound of the door being kicked in. The foot belonged to an angry looking man, wielding a sword menacingly. Jansen rolled his eyes, and stood. "Dad, could you put that away, please?"
Mr. Cade looked adamant. "I would if I were sure you weren't coming to rob us." The anger in his eyes was obvious.
"Dad, I just need a good night's sleep. Just leave me alone, please?"
"Oh no. I'm not going to let you stay in this house. The second I turn my back this place will be looted, won't it?"
"It won't be looted..."
"Karl... what's going on?" said a small woman, wiping the fatigue from her eyes. When she opened them, she saw him. "Jansen..." she smiled, and hurried over to hug him.
"Hi mom," he replied.
Selene sighed and looked up into his face. "What... what brings you, honey?"
"Just need a place to crash."
"A place to crash?" his father piped in. "We're not a couple of your drinking buddies, Jansen. You shouldn't even be here! What is it? Is there another warrant out for your arrest and you need a place to hide?"
"I'M NOT HIDING!" Jansen shouted back, his mother shrinking away from him. "I... I just have a job to do here and I need a place to sleep, that's all."
"Well... that's my boy," Karlin said with mock pride. "Homeless and having to come home to his parents." He pointed at him with his old blade. "You know what, Jansen? You can forget it! Just get..."
"Karl..." Selene interrupted. "What's one night?"
"What's one night?" he repeated incredulously. "One night means he STILL thinks he can walk all over us and get away with it! No, Selene, I won't let it happen!"
"Karl... please... he's our son..."
Karl knew that that was the last of the discussion on it. He looked to Jansen again. "You had better be on your best behaviour, or I WILL put a bounty on your head, mister. DEAD OR ALIVE." With that he disappeared from the doorway.
"Huh... still his charming old self..." Jansen muttered.
"Oh, he's just... a little steamed, that's all," his mother rationalized.
"Then someone should take the firepit from under his ass..."
"Oh honey! Language!"
"Heh... sorry mom." He yawned. "I'm gonna get sleeping now, mom. Couldja... y'know..." He made a little sweeping motion with his hand towards the door.
"Oh, uh... of course, dear." She smiled, and began to leave. But then she paused, and looked to him. "Jansen?"
"Yeah mom?"
"Please don't let us down."
He smirked. "Wouldn't dream of it."
She smiled to herself, half believing it, and left.
An hour later she returned. Jansen slept restlessly, seeming to have nightmares. She quietly walked over to the side of his bed, and kissed his forehead. Gently, his restlessness stopped. And she saw him with more peace in his soul than ever.</span>
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=kingofdoma>KingOfDoma</A] at: 1/30/03 1:31:27 pm