Hoods & Corruption

Chapter 2

Alonso ran, he ran and ran. Scouring the dark city for a doctor. Nothing… He couldn’t find anyone who would help him. So there he was sitting in a puddle of his own child’s blood. Constantly begging, praying for god to have mercy on his child, thinking of how he could have saved his son. And just as Alonso was about to give up on his dying son and wonder the dangerous streets of Florence Poeas luckily spotted him crying from a nearby rooftop. Poeas quickly ran across the rooftops and leapt into a very conveniently placed carriage of hay. He quickly got out of the safety that was the hay pile and went to talk to the very distraught Alonso.

“Peasant, what is the problem?”

“My name is Alonso” the man replied bitterly.

“I’m sorry sir Alonso what is wro…, what has happened to this boy?”

“My House was targeted; the place was robbed of anything that could be sold.”

“Tell me more? But first we must get this child better, I know a doctor who will do anything for me.”

“Even at this time.”

“Even if the rapture was on he would help me.”

Alonso and Poeas ran through the silent blackness to Alonso’s only hope. As the two reach the main square they ran into a bunch of thieves carrying rusty daggers. Poeas was hoping to get through this with a simple bribe but Alonso recognised his wives locket attached to one of the female thieves’ necks. Alonso stepped forward  and questioned,“Where did you get this?”

The female thieve stepped forward in defence, “I found it”

Now Poeas was interested and asked with a determined tone, “Where did you find it?”

“From Rosa Apa’s neck”

Poeas had heard enough. He stepped forward and within a single motion he pulled his guns from his coat and fired both at once creating a loud bang. He then drew his razor sharp sword from his coat and stabbed another one in another swift move. Now only three remain: The women, the one who looked to be the leader and one who looked to be a recruit. The recruit stepped forward carelessly with his dagger drawn just to fall onto Poesas’ blade. He pushed the foolish man off his sword, the fresh blood dripping from his blade. The woman and leader stepped forward completely in sync with their rusty daggers drawn. Poeas stepped forward with his sword ready for more blood. Alonso was hiding watching from a nearby alley praying for his little boy. Poeas stepped forward slashing at the woman’s side drawing blood. The male thieve took this opportunity to attack. The thieve cut into Poeas’s hand forcing him to drop his sword in pain. Now the woman attacked again now drawing blood at his side. Poeas was now weak and powerless. He grabbed at his dagger with his good arm making an upwards thrust through the female’s lungs and eventually to Rose’s necklace, Alonso’s wife, cutting at the bindings between the forged chains grabbing it with his well hand. The leader saw his second in command be cut down and was determined to finish off what he thought was easy game.

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Chapter 3 Coming Soon