Encumbrance, Tai Goodman [each kindness read aloud TXT] 📗

of the train, but with enough time, BJ swerved around and crashed through both side windows of the traincar. Before he fell to his death, he said, "KIPTU-SIUS!" 

 

BJ teleported back onto the roof of the traincar. Siskel and BJ both charged in unison, and clashed swords together. BJ tried to manuever his sword away, but Siskel's big katana was too hard to edge around. "What's the matter? Can't hit me?"

BJ punched Siskel in the crotch, then kicked him on his bottom. "Why are you trying to kill me with that fucking sword? Use your little witchcraft spells!"

 

BJ stabbed him in his knees and said, "Because you deserve pain of suffrage." BJ dragged him over to the void of the traincar's connectors. He hopped down, and brought Siskel with him. Then he lowered Siskel's face over the train-tracks. "TELL ME THE ADDRESS OF THE PERSON ABOVE YOU!" 

 

"WHAT?"

 

"WHO IS YOUR BOSS?"

 

"JUVENCIVILLA!"

 

"NO! THE ONE THAT'S ONE RANK ABOVE YOU ON A HIERARCHY!"

 

"Apple Grove, 231st!" Siskel blurted out. BJ nodded. "You got family?"

 

"YES! And they need me! I'm the source of money!" BJ stopped for a second and acknowledged this for a second. "Huh. Well Mr. Siskel, do you have children?" 

"I have two daughters and a son! My son's in college, the other two are in their high school!" BJ nodded along with the answers. "Do you cherish them with all of your heart?"

 

"YES!"

 

"Do they need you?"

 

"YESSS!"

 

"What's their home address?" 

 

"BURIAL AVENUE! WEST SIDE OF EUVOSKIA! 2047!"

 

"Great. Thank you." BJ dragged his face across the train tracks, spraying blood all over his mask. BJ let go of Siskel's faceless corpse and noticed that there was no other way off of the train, unless it reached its destination. BJ groaned and climbed back on top of the train. Ahead, BJ noticed that the train was traveling over a steep bump in the tracks. With his sabre, he punctured the blade through the roof to maintain his stability. "SHIT!" The train traveled over the hill, and BJ landed flat on his stomach, still with the sabre in his hand. 

 

The train started shaking repeatedly. When the train was level, BJ continued to the front of the train. 

 

"Mobility keeps you in motion. Standing still in a firefight can result in very devastating injuries." BJ made it to the front, and climbed in through the hatch. The leading car of the train was being controlled by a conductor sitting in a seat. BJ snuck over to him, and held him hostage with a sabre up to his neck.

 

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!"

 

BJ whispered into his ear, "Stop the train... up there." The area ahead had a building near the tracks, where BJ can jump off. The conductor pulled two brakes, and slowed the train to a halt. "You did a good job." BJ exited through the hatch, and teleported onto the rooftop of the building. 

 

BARBEAU'S OFFICE

 

Harold turned and faced Vixen. "Vixen, you sent out those 'devices' of yours to go kill Scaramouche, right?" Harold questioned Vixen of his actions. "Yes. They were wind up mannequins that move when eyesight isn't placed on them. And then they attack." Harold smiled "Great, here's your payment."

Harold gave him the finger. "Oh my god... Here we go again, WHAT did I do this time?" 

"Your silly machines didn't do their job. And that makes me curious at why I'm paying you if it did absolutely NOTHING! There was a train that stopped in the middle of the tracks besides the roof of a building. And far behind the train was remains and giblets of a corpse whom belonged to Gordon Siskel. He's getting closer, Connor and YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"

 

"WELL I'M SORRY! I MIGHT AS WELL LEAVE! HAVE A GOOD DAY IN HELL!" Connor said, packing up all of his belongings. Harold, frightened by what he said, decided to stop him. "Connor, I'm sorry."

 

"THAT'S NOT GONNA CUT IT."

 

"I'LL DOUBLE YOUR PAY! PLEASE!" 

 

Connor spun around. "Good. And don't cause any of that bollocks again. Next time I've leaving." 

 

 

Chapter VI: Near the Edge of Hell

 

"Killing people is easy. Impalement. Throats being slit. Headshots. Stomping on their limbs and vital organs. But I'm gonna do more than that to Juvencivilla. The perfect crime must be punished by a perfect punishment." 

 

 Mrs. Siskel was alarmed by a knock at her door. The moment she opened it, an officer gave her the bad news. News being that Gordon was murdered by "Scaramouche," or BJ. "What did they find left of him? WHAT DID THEY FIND?"

The officer took off his hat and said, "Madam, I'd rather not say what the body looks like. I just wanted to tell you the news. I'm... sorry about him. 

 

OH, but by the way, while I'm here, there's a package by your front door. Here." The officer picked up a package and handed it to the woman. There was no tag, no name of who it was from or sent by. "Uh... Thank- Thanks. Have a good day." The officer left in his vehicle, and the woman walked inside. She placed the heavy package down on her table, and with her long nails, she slit the tape on the box in half. 

Opening the flaps of the cardboard, Mrs. Siskel's eyes landed on an entire box full of euros with a note:

 

"Your husband wanted to give this to you. Use it only for your children's future. Do not use this for yourself," - BJ.

 

She looked up and wondered who this person was.

 

THE SUDS

EUVOSKIA, ENGLAND

 

Before entering the bar, he concealed the Scaramouche mask. BJ entered the bar with Victor. "You've done a good thing. You're near your target," Victor complimented him. BJ nodded and said, "Cheers to that, mate." The two sat down at the bar, and BJ told the bartender, "Two pints, on me my good man." The bartender asked, "Identification, mate?" BJ opened his wallet and put the identification card on the counter. "Whoa... Alrighty then. Discount for your order, mate."

He laid the money on the counter, and then the bartender placed two glasses on the counter. "What type of beer, sir? Lager? Pilsner? Ale?" 

"Lager. Please." He opened a glass of Lager, and poured the alcohol into the pints. "To destroying Juvencivilla." The bartender turned his head and squinted, mouthing the words, "Juvencivilla?" with a confused expression on his face. 

 

"To destroying Juvencivilla," Victor said with a suspicious grin. BJ consumed the top quarter of the glass. Then his vision went all weird. "Whoa.. What's happening?"

Victor cringed and said, "I don't know, something's trying to take you over- Quickly, OUTSIDE!"

 

"WHAT? WHY?"

"DO IT! These people are gonna be SUSPICIOUS OF YOU! GET OUT THERE!" Victor ordered. BJ sprinted outside and walked into the back alley. He snatched his mask, and slid it on. Then in the alley, Connor Vixen appeared. "Scaramouche. You're a.... hard man to find. You know that, right?" 

 

"Who are you and why do you keep stalking me? PISS OFF!" BJ screamed. The ground around him started crumbling, until him and Connor were floating. "Listen, mate. I'm gonna give you a chance. Leave this city, and never come back. Or I'll kill you and reveal your identity to the world."

 

"FUCK YOU!"

 

BJ pulled a concealed pistol out of the pocket of his coat, and fired a shot. Connor literally caught the bullet, mid-air. "You think that's gonna kill me? I've got demon-magic on my side, so that horse manure won't do shit to me." Connor approached BJ, and froze him in place up to his head. "AGH! UNGH! GET- AWAY!"

 

BJ struggled but couldn't react to what was happening. Connor reached into BJ's pocket, and pulled out his wallet. "GIVE ME MY FUCKING WALLET YOU GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT! YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE- I'M GONNA MESS YOU THE FUCK UP!" threatened BJ to Connor.

 

Connor read BJ's ID. Then he started laughing. "Heheheh... HA HA HA HAHAHAH! You're- You're serious, right? YOU? YOU'RE THE ONE CAUSING ALL THIS RUCKUS? You're supposed to be loyal to your country, you traitor!" 

 

"I work in the government, Juvencivilla gave me amnesia when he threw me out a goddamn WINDOW!" 

"Juvencivilla? Well let me give you a hint at how this whole dilemma will end: One, someone you know really isn't who they say they are. Two, you won't achieve your goal, but you will achieve something vital. Three, in the end, this country will be free, and chaotic. All because of you."

 

Then BJ awakened in the bar. Victor woke him up after BJ had downed an entire pint. "Mate? You alright? You had a blackout er something. Fell asleep right there." BJ answered, "I just had a dream... that whacko from the second night I went out told me a bunch of stuff." 

"Connor Vixen?"

 

"Connor who?"

 

"He's the new monster hunter in town, and he's looking for you. Uses magic spells and other rubbish to try and find his targets. Connor works alone, and he has a bunch of demonic paraphernalia to try and find you. You better be careful." 

 

"Alright, cut to the chase, how do I kill him?"

 

"I don't know."

 

BJ rolled his eyes. "Well if there's a man after me and it's too hard to kill him, this is a problem. What's his deal anyways?" 

 

"Harold Barbeau hired him, he's afraid you might go and kill him and the rest."

 

"That's what I'm gonna fucking do. They're all gonna pay for serving under that miserable son of a bitch." Victor put his hand on BJ's shoulder. "You do that."

 

 

Chapter VII: Justice for All

 EUVOSKIA

 

QUEEN'S BURROW PALACE

 

BJ reloaded his shotgun and entered the building. It was filled with so many royal columns, white marble floors, and red fabric. The guards didn't seem to have spotted him, yet. The target wasn't the head, it was the female woman inside the building. She was heir to the dame of England's government. The dame's purpose was to lead the heads to victory, by ordering them in certain places, while being overseen by the ones above him on the royal hierarchy. 

 

There were two men in the center of the room. They were conversating about an interesting subject. BJ casted a spell of invisibility on himself. 

 

"You know the killer, Scaramouche?"

"Don't we all?"

"Yeah, what if he comes for us, next?"

"Then we'll fight him off. We're trained to take on bastards like him."

"I know, but he killed way too many of us already."

"They weren't prepared for it. We are. I've been punching a sandbag for about a week."

"The comms said victims died by the sword."

"Swords are fucking blades, they're used in close range, he won't even get close to us."

 

Then a sabre pierced the man's throat. "Well then, is that so?" The sabre then removed itself