the boat house of sin

A memory of the angel without wings.

A memory of the angel without wings.

“I  couldn't help but to venture into the woods with my gun to hunt for a noble stag.” Alaston thought to himself. 

He is hidden behind a tree and had been since the last morning bird had awoken and sung its song. 

“This is pointless.” he muttered to himself 

“It would be easier to hunt an unbound sinner with the devil on his side than this. Well I believe it is time to go back home.”  Alaston continued to say. 

Just at that time Alaston heard a scream. He spotted a girl running.

“ what in hell.” he whispered to himself. 

There is a lude woman running towards him, she has been stripped of her innocence but not carrying the wolf's skin. 

“ Sir please help me.”  she pleaded with the salty fountains of youth streaming down her face. 

“ T-They want to desecrate me.” she continued to say. 

Alaston looks down at the ladies legs to see fresh whip marks. 

“ HEY YOU, HAND OVER THAT BITCH.”  echoed a deep voice from somewhere between the trees.

Alaston looked over to where the noise came from, only to see three men. One of the men is holding a whip, another holding a coil of long rope and the third just clenching his fist. 

“ I can presume you three gentlemen are to blame for all these wounds on this lovely lady's legs, isn't that right.”  Alaston shouted, pointing his hunting rifle at the men.

“ What could such a charming young lady possibly have done to deserve this kind of treatment from such foul men as yourselves. Tell me, do you bear the mark of satan.”  He continued to shout. He pointed his gun setting his aim at the youngest looking man.

“ Wait don't shoot.” shouted one of the men.

“ no we do not bear the mark of satan. It is simply our right. Her old man gave her to us.” The man argued. 

“ May I ask, who would give away their own flesh and blood.” Alaston returned in speech. 

“He was the owner of Jameson cotton farm…. We were the cotton farmers coworkers. That heckler of hell tortured each of our families for years. He murdered and raped our women. He whipped, mutilated and killed our friends. When his company went bust; he left his daughter with us to prevent us from getting our revenge on him.” the man replied. 

“ So i assume  you wish to make this girl pay for her father's sins…. That seems fair; but it does not justify her punishment.” Alaston said reflexing his finger into an ark quickly squeezing the trigger. 

*BANG* *chuckchic* *BANG* *chuckchick* *BANG*. The smoke of sinners repellent drifted from the gun; intraping the souls of satan. Even more tears started to run down the ladies face. She looked at Alaston. “ S-Sir no please.” she stuttered. The cold turning her feet blue and her cheeks pink. Alaston took off his jacket and put it over the ladies back. 

“ Calm down dear I'm not going to kill you.”  He said softly; softer than he did to the men. The lady tipped backwards as the cold was starting to snatch her strength to stand. Alaston caught her. 

“ You can hardly walk my dear. I shall carry you.” he said walking away with her in his arms. 

“T-Thank you” she replied in a melancholy tone of voice. 

“Im Alaston. And you are my dear?” he asked. 

“ C-Charlet” she mumbled.

“Pleased to meet you Charlet.” he said.

“ And as it is to you mister Al.”  she replied.