T-Squad-Origin

Chapter 13: Night of Misery

Two fingers ran across Duke's chest, he took another pull of his cigar and blew into the open air releasing a mass of dirt grey fumes.

"You seem on edge, baby." One of the three women in the room pointed out.

"Yeah, Duke." The other on his chest agreed.

"Usually we have the whole day with you to ourselves." She poured into the glass a dark red wine, after that she served it to him.

Without a word and his thousand yard stare, Duke took the wine and gulped it downward. His eyes looked at the Scyld Colosseum with frustration.

"I'm sorry for the deep thinking ladies." Duke grinned. "I'm just thinking about something Creighton told me." Another long drag of his cigar was taken in. "The queen of our country seems to have taken an interest in one of our fighters in the Colosseum."

"What?" All of the girls gasped.

"Yeah, our ice hearted Maryann who swore she'll castrate me if I touched her, fell for a scrawny fellow who might die if I poke him to hard." Duke sent out a loud cackle.

"Who is it Duke?"

One by one all of those girls threw themselves onto his wide chest.

"The guy who beat the King of Fist." Duke stroked one of the girls back. "Japheth..."

"My fight should start in the next three hours." Duke got up and yawned.

"Your leaving already?" They all groaned.

"Of course." Duke went and placed his clothes on. "I'll be back for you flowers after this fight, I wish I was fighting a nice looking woman though." He sighed and looked out of the window, a young lass with silver hair had caught his eye.

Misery placed the earpiece into her pocket and looked about her. The streets were completely empty, noise erupted from the colosseum indicating where all of the people had disappeared to.

"I should help Joshua clean the inn, then we'll head there." Misery thought.

"Well hello there cutie." Duke's voice gently called out from a window.

Misery turned in the direction where she was called from. A shockwave was felt about her feet as someone just leapt towards her, a strong smell of alcohol and perfume twisted about this man and she hated it severely.

"Honey." Duke continued his advances. "Everyone is at the colosseum why don't I take you there and we can get to know each other on the way."

"Sorry I'm not interested." Misery turned away to leave.

"Woah now." Duke blocked the way. "You can't just turn me down like that without a reason." He noticed the discolor in Misery's eyes then soon caught on that she was blind. "Ah! You cannot see, no wonder you don't trust me. I'm Duke..."

"I know you Duke Calzaghe." Misery sighed. "The thing is a man who sleeps with three woman and searching for a fourth is just disgusting."

"How..."

"I may be blind in the eyes, but the smell of other women on you to me is strong." Misery pointed out. "So bye-bye."

She turned to walk away, thoughts of anger went through Duke. This reminded him of that woman who also rejected him, even then she was no match for his strength she resisted until he finally snapped and ended her life through rage.

"Hey you bit..." Duke extended his arms to grab Misery's shoulder, but he only caught the air. "Where..."

A sudden whip of air went about his face, Duke touched it and saw the blood running downward. His eyes then went to the rooftops where he met those seem unseeing eyes, yet they reflected a rage within Misery's heart.