Understanding Gregory

Chapter 2

Do you think Cecil cooks the infants before he eats them, or even kills them? Would he pick up babies, in the midst of it's innocent howls, and bite in to the soft of it's belly flesh. Would it wriggle and scream, as it gurgled up blood drops. Not knowing why or how, only pain, and touch of the tongue that devours him. What a beast he must be. Foul. Utterly foul, surely any word from him could not be true. Gregory thought, but then, he was a sprit, and they not be rumoured to be liars. It was somewhere amidst this quarrel Gregory did had with herself that, she got up from her bed hearing the yells of a busy pub, as no doubt  her Mother needed help. Firstly Gregory did mean to change out of her satin pyjamas in to her dress to help Mother. She did, she changed, jumped out her window, happily decided that she would decide if Cecil was a liar by straight out walking to the Eastlands. If he not be, then, ever more a problem to her would be solved.

Perhaps, not one of Gregory's most thought out decisions, but Gregory was sleep deprived, young, and she had spent her day in a pub full of smoke, of many kinds of drugs. If perhaps for any other reason she had decided to jump out that window, and walk away from the pub, many an investigator would have advised it would have been the best course of action for her.

Without supplies, walking through the dark trees, Gregory looked up to the sky, and it was covered in diamonds. Green liquor was spilt threw the sky. Much time passed. Cold chewed in to Gregory's finger tips and broken lips. Gregory hoped for someone to lead her somewhere good, but no one came. No hero stepped out in to the light for her, but it was not long until she, with her own legs, found the light. A small village, where hence no doubt in there, there would be an inn. She hadn't taken any money with her, yet, with a cute face, maybe they offer her a drink while she warmed herself up.

The inn had a steady calm air to it, brightly lit with warm welcoming candles. Gregory began to walk up to the pub counter. The bar owner, who was drying a glass, and laughing with two customers was a dark skin, warrior type. He had a kindly wrinkled face, with wise eyes. His stare was long enough at Gregory that one of the customers turned and glanced behind. He grinned clumsily slapping his brown haired friend.

    "Oh, my god, Woe, Woe, thats the kid" Cecil said.

    "Cecil" Wotan groaned "really?"

    "Oi, Joey, or Geography, whatever your name is, come sit? I'll buy you a drink." Cecil slurred, and promptly hiccuped.

    "She only gave you one punch" Wotan said distastefully "your supposed to be murdering scum bag."

    "It's like you don't even know me" Cecil almost sobbed and pushed Wotan's stall away from him. Cecil looked at the floor, and with a slight movement of his hand, up from the floor grew a new stall.

    "Oh Cecil" said the bar owner annoyed "now I've got to get the carpenter in again just to remove it."

Gregory walked towards the two "I'm so cold?" She said.

    "Come on sit down" Wotan said.

    "I will buy you a drink. Stanley get her one of the expensive hot chocolates" Cecil said.

Stanley shook his head and then looked to Wotan "will you be alright paying for this?"

'He eats infants' the words rang through her mind that night while she laid in bed. Gregory wondered if it was true. She wondered if he had ingested spirits, leaving their screams startled in the air. Gregory wondered if the man was trust worthy, after all should she go to the Eastlands when she is sixteen? He said she'd like it. But how would she be able to like a country said to have millennia of fighting history. It was said to be inhabited around before even the mighty Twelve came to earth. Adults and great warriors had tried to get to the Eastlands but died. Gregory didn't even know which way East was.