Enclosure

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 - Getting closer.

"It's about time you had arrived, you are 12 hours late, Fowler" He spat with such harshness gripping the nearest object, letting the anger transfer to the object.

"Here" Jack replied back, throwing the brief case on top of the wooden, dusty desk beside the typewriter.

"Ah, great. Another set of blades. They're impeccable, made from the finest metal found around here. I think a friend of mine will be happy to see these." He chuckled whilst running his rough fingers along each blade, feeling the shiny material. "I hope you weren't found running away with this briefcase, everyone in the village is aware of its significance." He smiled gripping the case next to his chest.

"Hunter and her mother were in the attic in their Aunt's house, cleaning up I guess. So, whilst I had the chance, I sneaked in, grabbed the briefcase and did my signature move. Ha!" Jack whispered, giving the faintest of smiles.

"Oh Jack dear, you're such a darling. In a few weeks, I hope, Abigail will be brought down to her knees with one of these blades. For now, you must hide your identity. When it's the right time, you do it. Then you will be rewarded a cash prize." He sat back onto his armchair, resting his feet on the desk and lit up the cigar.

"Life's too short, but even shorter for Abigail." Jack laughed nervously also thinking about her ocean blue eyes, closing for the last time ever, in his hands.

"I was thinking chief, that if she is attending a training zone and she will be coached by me, isn't that making my job harder for me? I mean, she'd get stronger and I'm pretty sure she is aware of what is going around here, she'd see the blade before you know it." Jack thought deeply, his arms started to shake and the next assumption he created. "W-w-what if... if... she kills me?" He held onto the arm rests to stop his body from shaking, yet it continued. He didn't want to be seen as vulnerable, especially in the eye's of the chief.

"Jack darling, she is a woman with only one skill - sewing. You are a grown man with skills with blades. If you do feel like something may slip, then I'll send some of my men to assist, of course they will be disguised as workers." He lied.

"Anyways, you make your way to the training arena. I'll get my butler to escort you. I need to go, I have a friend or should I say a companion to visit" He added making his way towards the hallway.

His house, compared to other's is a mansion. To stain printed windows to contorted trees in the enchanted gardens, with over 9 rooms and a gigantic library with the largest collection of books a librarian could ever see.

He opened the door to the disintegrated room, which was lit by one ray of sunlit and surrounded by dilapidated walls.

"You. You bastard! If you lay hands on me, I will chop your head off." the stranger declared, trying to get onto his knees but failed several times.

"I have a present for you, my friend" the chief commented opening the briefcase, the stranger was facing the other way, unaware that the chief was holding something that meant so much to the stranger.

"I don't anything belonging to yours, but your head nailed to my bedroom's wall." he confessed, turning his head to face the chief.

"Oh, William dear. You are so flattering." the chief laughed closing the brief case shut, letting out a myriad of dust which flew into his face.