Impulsive Writing

The Hunchback of Notre Dame 2 rewrite Pt.2

The guards roughly pushed him to the wooden floor; possibly wanting to take revenge for his forwardness earlier.

Godric, his new master, gazed down; pinning him yet again. The contact broke as he peered upward examining the structure of the bell tower. He stepped over his hunched form touching a balance beam lightly before gripping it in longing, his fingers outstretching.

The cloaked personage followed in the man stead softly making its way around him, hands intertwining with fingers.

"This establishment is truly remarkable...It will be just as it was before the condemned. Them treated in their place, justice overruling and...with you remaining as the unseen ghoul of the cathedral,"

He stepped away from the pillar again acknowledging his new 'henchman'.

"You shall remain here out of my own pity for such a creature as yourself. And - fulfilling the King's new rule - I will do what Frollo failed."

He moved aside a curtain revealing the wooden display of the town. He picked up the carving of Esmerada examining her form.
Anger grew as his fingers stroked over her.
"I don't need your pity. You can lock me up as you please, but whatever you desire of me to tell you,"

Godric turned to look at Quasi with a grimace of annoyance.

"You will never receive it, I swear of this."
He smiled, readdressing the carving back on the table, whispering under his breath, "Il ne faut jurer de rien (You don't have to swear to anything)."

Noticing the cloaked figure's curiosity, of the hand-made structure, Godric grabbed them by their arm pulling them forward. As the figure became more visible Quasi determined that it was a woman; wearing fine black linen, as if in mourning, hiding her face with a veil.

She seemed reserved but held a shy kindness about her that made his mind ease. Quasimodo felt her eyes pin on him as she released a small gasp pulling herself behind his 'master', though his grip didn't cease from her.

Godric turned from the young girl watching Quasimodo's interest drift to the floor. He smiled with delight, wrapping his arm around her shoulder pushing her back forward.

Her head bent down as his head came to rest on her shoulder, "I suppose introductions are in order,"

"Idun, my daughter."

He gestured to her before pausing, waiting for his hunchback to speak.

"She's lovely...master." He spoke softly though wanting to spit the sentence as an insult.
"Yes quite...she holds the same beauty as her mother. Though unlike her she's in her time of ripening." She stared forward; unmoving, fearing to lay eyes on the beast that she assumed Quasi to be.

He smiled, hand stroking her cheek through the linen causing a quick flash of a flinch to become visible.

"If you have nothing else to speak to me about. I must ask you to leave. This is a sacred area that must be kept that way."

The guards lifted him up from the ground facing him toward Godric." His hand slipped from the girl gripping tight to his chin. "Your gaze shows much essence for revolt." He thought for an instant before looking behind him at his daughter who had returned to the wooden structured city.

"Idun?" Her finger tumbled over a wooden figure causing its fall, "I need you to keep an eye on this...interest of mine." Her eyes drifted up causing a green sparkle to form behind the black veil. She nodded at him dimly, refusing to speak, returning her attention back.

"Very good. Idun will report any misconduct of any such to me. So be wary, Hunchback, for she will not hide anything from me." He motioned for the guards to drop him. His feet moved aside Quasi heading to the door then turning, "I'll come back this evening...Heed my warning."