The Reckoning of the Rogues

Lickspittle

He was a fine boy. Always refined, always obedient. Not once did he fall out of line and turn to the dark side. Not once did he take the blade of betrayal and stab those that were close to him in the back. The problem was that the only people that were close to him, were his parents. His parents that always stuck by his side and supported him no matter what. At least until he lost them.

February 14, 1889 - The Shack

"Boy! Come here for a minute" shouted his mother from the other room. Swift and sensible, he rushed to his mother to see what she wanted.
"Did you need me?" he replied, curiously. His mother smiled at him and handed him some money.
"Would you be so kind as to go to the store and get some beef? We're making your favourite stew!" she enquired. He nodded back at her, waved goodbye and left the house to get what his mother asked.

On the way to the nearby shop, he wondered to himself about the world. He didn't know much about it. One thing he was always curious about was how it truly felt to take someone's life. Often, he thought about his father's revolver that he kept stashed away in a secret drawer. Why did he need it?

His train of thoughts stopped as he arrived at the shop finally. Taking his money out, he entered the store and looked for the beef. There weren't a lot of things in this shop. It was only a small local one for general survival supplies. It finally caught the attention of the shopkeeper when he was looking around for 5 minutes straight trying to find one thing.

"Excuse me" The shopkeeper said, trying to get his attention. He bolted around to look at her and see what she needed.
"Yes?" the refined boy replied.
"You've been looking for a while, is there something I can find for you?" The generous woman asked. He nodded in agreement and she finally showed him to a section of meats.

He looked around the meats and finally found some canned beef which he then took to the shopkeeper to pay. With a small smile he thanked her for helping. She smiled back,
"No problem. It's my job after all. Come back anytime, I'll be happy to help you!"

As he left the store, he waved goodbye and she did the same.

On his walk home he got a dreadful feeling that something was horribly wrong. The air felt warmer and the sky looked darker. As he got closer to his house he heard blood curdling screams and trails of smoke plaguing the clean air. Finally as he got close to his house, he noticed it was completely levelled. Burnt planks of wood scattered across where it used to be as well as the rocks that used to be the strong foundations of the shack he lived in. Amidst the rubble, he noticed two bodies that lay lifeless, and upon approaching, he came to the realisation that they were his parents. His parents who had unfortunately succumbed to the blazing heat of the fire, and now lay, charred and destroyed on the ground.

He didn't react at all. He simply stared.
He stared at the bodies of his parents.