Silent Whispers

I'm The Boss

After breakfast Galavan led Isabelle and the boys to a room full of boxes of random junk. Barbra had no interest so she ran off with Tabitha.

Isabelle searched through a box of sharp objects and found a black holster carrying five throwing knives. She smiled and wrapped the holster around her thigh. Isabelle was trained to use all kinds of weapons, her favorite being throwing knives. She took a knife from the holster and got familiar with its weight.

"Ou, shiny!" Jerome said as he grabbed a samurai sword by its sheath. Laughing, Greenwood came up from behind him and snached it.

As he started swinging it around Isabelle turned her attention to the boys to watch the drama unfold.

"Give that back." Jerome demanded, clearly annoyed. He had his hand outstretched, waiting for Greenwood to return the weapon.

"I saw it first." Greenwood claimed.

"No you didn't." Jerome said, dropping the sheath. "I said give it back." he demanded again with a sarcastic smile.

Greenwood pointed the sword to Jerome. "Make me, you little brat." Greenwood taunted.

"Oou" Dobkins uttered and chuckled.

Isabelle hit the side of his metal helmet with her new knife. "Don't encourage them." she said getting annoyed. He stuck her tongue out at her.

"Your samurai skills are excellent Greenwood-san, but they are nothing compared to me." Jerome said in an accent, picking up a chainsaw. "Prepare to die!" he exclaimed dramatically and turned the chainsaw on.

Greenwood mimicked the sound it made and laughed. When the weapons collided sparks flew.

"That's enough! I said..." Theo called walking into the room.

"I tried to stop them," Dobkins complained.

"Boys, we're a team. What have I said about fighting?" Galavan said, separating them.

"Yeah we're a team boys." Dobkins teased.

Isabelle rolled her eyes and looked over at Aaron. He wasn't paying any attention.

"And i'm the captain." Greenwood claimed with a smirk.

Jerome dropped the chainsaw and glared. "Captain of my foot. "I've murdered a douson woman, terrorized the city." Greenwood bragged. "What have you done? Chop up your mommy?"

"Everybody has to start somewhere. See I have vision, and ambition, and brains. You're just a nutty old cannibal. How many people can you eat before that shtick gets old?"

"I could eat one more." the cannibal threatened.