JSA's Cruelty I
Day is approaching the twilight, and inside this Deep Forest; the shadows from trees are intensifying.
Insects, crickets, their screaking is sharpening.
Flapping of wings as the owl emerges above the pinnacle of trees; and behind is the darkening sky that overshadowing the tired orange sunset.
Cracking from dried leaves and branches, and rustling from bushes as the footsteps are rushing from two people running.
Voice echoes— "Faster, Divs, faster!" —from a person welding an axe.
Behind, being behind, the tired person musters himself to breathe and erects his back to gather strength for his legs to run.
Whooshing of an arrow, with the speed hisses...
"Argh!" —as it hits the ankle of the tired person—
"Divs shit!"
—as the tired person falls; mouth retains argh. Eyes close. With both hands, he holds to his lower leg, as one fault— one move, one touch —will cringe his body with pain.
"Ugh, huh, huh, George, run. Leave me here."
A female voice from behind the axe wielder— "He won't go anywhere peasant!" —dressed in black, Maritis, the leader of Jelfyr Shadow Army, has emerged. She smiles. "The two of you will pleasure us with entertainment."
A quick zoom of wind as three men dress in black appear; a fat-rockiest, a thin tall nerdy, and a bald muscular.
The man struggles to resist the pain; shivering as he speaks, "It's all ended here George, I'm happy as the rest of our band."
The axe wielder tightens his grip on his axe. Anger circulates through his veins, and the axe, he has, revolves on his one hand. Wildly, he swings the axe as he attacks Maritis— "Grrr! Die knave!" —his voice echoes throughout the forest, and birds fly away...
...alerting Jaino, who's nearby. Curiosity is all over himself about the sound that he has only heard once.
A sound of chuckle, echoes, and follows by a voice— "Both contestants introduce yourself." —from a thin tall nerdy man, adjacent to the center, away to those men, each restrained by man in black. "It's nice if you have some friendly conversation. Maybe, our mistress change her mind if you could impress her."
"Oh, I could be the most happiest woman ever if someone can impress me," Maritis has jested.
"Tch, even if hell drags me down; I'll never kneel to anyone!" George has stated.
The wounded man, narrows his eyes as the tears river from his eyes. "Please, give freedom to George."
"Divs—"
But this scene, won't escape to the eyes of Jaino, who's spying a distance where he can hear the conversation. Slowly sneaking to find another path, his body begins producing sweat as a cruel death whirlpools to his curiosity; thinking, Moron, you all die after you are deceived. That's why I denied their proposal as their strategist. I've got to go. I don't want to be dead.
Maritis, out of the rest, notices the very low noises of cracking leaves. Her eyes are now scanning beyond the dark of the shadow across the trees. She whispers, "My men," as her companion listen, "enjoy yourselves, and go back to the hideout after the business. Don't act unnecessarily without my accordance, okay?" She smiles eerily, whereas her companions shake head.
She disappears; and onto another place, she appears, hunkering; lying her chin above her wrists, and she's enjoying watching Jaino, who's crawling onto the dried rough ground; a rainwater passage. "Hey, may I know what are you doing?" She has asked. —Recognizing, that the owner of the voice is, his body trembles and his mind, popping with repeated word, death— "Hello, answer me, didn't you hear me?"
