Oddey you have fantastic ideas. I guess that's why you won the contest instead of me ^_^. As for the chapter spam, sorry... but I've gotten really carried away with this story. I just HAD to post it while my ideas were still fresh. You can wait a while between comments if you like. I'd hate for you to get bored! I guess I want the story to get exciting as quickly as possible.
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Chapter 5: Fearful
Rook sat down at a table and started eating some of his soup. He dipped the large piece of bread into the soup and then bit down on the loaf. It was somewhat satisfying. Rook’s mouth seemed to be still a little numb from the capsule he took last night. Rook sighed, looking around the other tables. Flek and Karbo were out on patrol duty. Sawk was the one guarding the food hall at this moment in time.
Henk walked up to Rook. “Hi, how are you?” Rook smiled, “Still a bit tired from last night, any news?” Henk nodded, “Yep. Seems like the Slashers have a new leader. Bera.” Rook raised an eyebrow, “Bera?” Henk smiled, “Yep. He’s an odd one too. Besides his initial conviction, he hasn’t done anything which would add time to his sentence. He’s like a mascot or something.”
Rook placed a hand on his chin, it isn’t usual for the Slashers to recruit such a decent individual to be their leader. Perhaps a sign that the times were changing, or times were harder than before. Rook looked at Henk, “Is Scraper still out to get me?” Henk nodded, “He is. Remember last time when someone he knew gave you a black eye? Well he’s still trying to get back at you. Of course, Flek and me would never let anything like that happen.” Rook smiled, “But you can’t guard me all day long. I do appreciate it though.”
Henk chuckled, “No problem. I think we’ll be promoted to red cap sometime in the near future. Times are changing eh?” Rook laughed, “So are we!”
But not all changes are for the better.
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