Luck's descent (BL)

Luck in flowers 1

After hours, Shane was tired of trying to break the ropes. It wasn't the first time he had to get out of something like this, but it was the first time the knot binding his wrists was so elaborate.

It didn´t help how often some of the criminals returned to steal what clearly didn´t belong to them. Usually it ended up with only a minor cut, sometimes even an existing wound was enough. Before Shane knew it, he could recognize the faces of all those scumbags. At some point, he gave up trying to stand and slowly fell to the ground. He leaned against the tree and continued untangling the ropes behind his back. He had no energy at all, he wasn't acclimated to Rinsel's lack of luck, and depleting his supplies wasn't the most pleasant either.

However, as he felt how loose the ropes were, he knew he would be able to escape in a few minutes. But unexpectedly, he heard footsteps in his direction again and he had to stop his effort as a new guy entered his field of vision.

Shane looked up at the Rinselan and noted that this one hadn't visited him yet. He didn't react, he just sat on the ground, staring at the guy and waiting for him to do the disgusting act that everyone in this beastly land considered normal.

He didn´t think of anything else, so when the man pulled out the knife, he just looked irritated at his face and imagined himself cutting the guy instead. The man took a step towards and Shane looked to the side, wanting to get it done as soon as possible. However, the knife fell on the ground next to him.

Shane looked at the criminal incredulous, as if he couldn't believe that the blade would just fall out of his hand.

"Go hide somewhere, don't wander too far, let us find you," the guy said and without another word he returned to the group of criminals.

Shane stared blankly behind him, and although he didn't understand what had happened, he knew that not taking advantage of the miraculous opportunity would be a waste of his own luck. And so, within a moment, he freed himself.

If the guy had come earlier, he wouldn't have had to bother for several hours. He sighed deeply and brushed off the dirt. He quickly buttoned up his bloody tattered robe and looked towards the criminals. He knew why they had left him near the trees, not the closest to their fire where they were roasting their food. The thought of someone trying to get more intimate with him made him want to vomit. Getting gang-raped by a group of Rinselans was clearly not in his preferences.

He clenched his fists in irritation, but calmed down in a second, as he knew that acting rashly doesn´t pay off. He was aware that the most logical thing to do would be to turn around and hide, or to run away. However, Shane wasn't planning on doing anything a suspicious Rinselan told him to do, and since the luck in his body was still apparently enough to keep him alive, he decided to take what he wanted back.

Slowly, so as not to attract anyone's attention, he made his way beyond the trees to the part where he saw the weapons. He wasn't going to fight with his bare hands, and since he had his own sword here somewhere, he knew he wouldn't have to.

Fortunately, half of the guys were busy eating, some were sleeping, some were just chatting, and the rest weren't even here. Even the boss who irritated him the most disappeared somewhere, and Shane decided that it was the best moment to act. He got to the weapons quite unnoticed, no one was guarding them, and for a moment he doubted that it was that simple. In no time he found his sword and proceeded to vent some anger.

However, the moment he stepped forward, his gaze fell on the man who basically helped him and made him hesitate. He had no idea why he wanted to save him, or what he meant when he said to wait for them, but he suddenly felt like he should calm down.

When he went to this country, he knew how disgusting all the Rinselans were, what animals they were, and he didn't expect anything from them. However, he knew that he couldn't make trouble right away in the form of slaughtering a group of their inhabitants, he knew that he couldn't, even though he wanted to. And so, after a moment of clutching the hilt of his sword at his side and coming to terms with the fact that he wasn't going to kill the people who stole his luck, he turned to leave and disappeared behind the trees.