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Bloody Vengeance
 

By Storymaster69
 

Henry clenched his fist. He couldn't help but stare at the violated
body of his younger sister her body tied down to the ground knowing
somebody had done vile and unspeakable things to her helpless person
slowly torturing her to a slow and agonized death. She had many tiny
cuts across her face arms and breasts and there was evidence that she
had been raped repeatedly till she died.
 

The city watch finally showed up and took her body away. Although they
tried to look indifferent about it some of the younger watchmen looked
sick and angry that something like this could happen. A few men stayed
behind and began to question the people living and working in the
surrounding area on the slim chance that someone had seen something
happen. One stayed to talk to Henry and find out if he knew of anybody
that might want to do this to his sister, but he had to say no.
 

He then began to ask some questions of his own. The people he talked to
all said that they had seen nothing happen and didn't even know till
the watchmen asked them about it. Finally after several hours of futile
searching he came across a small man crossing the market area, losing
hope that he would find anything he asked him what he knew.
 

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"Well sir," he said in a rough voice, "I wuz walk'n down this here
street when I saw this big feller carry'n this here pretty little thing
into an alley kicking and scream'n for help but everybody was too
scared of the man to do anythin' about it. I however was smart or at
least I thought so at the time, and run off to find someone who could
help her. I looked and looked for a watchman but you know how it is,
you can never find one when you need one." He said with a nervous
little laugh. "I wuz finally able to find one but by the time we gets
back twuz to late and she wuz already dead."
 		
 
"Is there anything else that you can tell me that may help." Henry
asked not feeling very hopeful.
 
"Well sir funny you should ask because I being and artist by profession
wuz asked to make up this here picture of the man I saw."
 

Henry was shocked and angered when he saw the face of his sister's
murderer, it was the face of a man that he had known since they were
small boys growing up together. He had no idea why he would do
something so vile and evil but he intended to find out. Ignoring the
little man's questions he pushed past him, got on his horse and rode
straight out towards the city gates determined to avenge his sister's
death. The guard at the gate was about to close it in the darkening sky
but seeing Henry approaching ushered him impatiently through.
 

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He couldn't help but think how ironic that such a beautiful night was
going to be dirtied by his grim task, but he knew that it had to be
done, or his sister could never rest easy in her grave, and he would
never be able to look himself in the mirror again. As he approached
Jason's manor a few miles outside of Cybila he began to formulate a
bold and daring plan on how to get to Jason and finish him off.
 		
 
He knew that Jason had guards inside the house and he would have to
somehow get by them before he could reach his target. He approached the
wall surrounding the manor, jumped, caught the top and quickly pulled
himself up and over. With equal stealth he stole up to the kitchen
entrance and tried the door. Thankfully it was not barred and he
slipped quietly inside looking around in the faint glow from the
well-banked fire waiting for the morning meal.
 

He proceeded through the house noting Jason's good taste in art and
interior design, moving over plush dark carpeting who's color was
impossible to tell in the subdued light inside the house. He had to
quickly conceal himself from the sight of a number of servants,
carrying out various duties that there master didn't want to see during
the day, and various guards moving from post to post in a vain effort
to keep out intruders. There was a guard standing outside Jason's room
and Henry quietly came up behind him put a hand over his mouth and
plunged a dagger into his heart. Henry entered the room barring the
door behind him as Jason looked up from his seat by the fire where he
was reading and got to his feet. "Yes Henry what can I do for you?" he
asked trying unsuccessfully to keep a normal tone of voice.
 

Henry knew then that Jason was the man he was looking for and drew his
sword. He had trouble matching the kind of monster that could do such
evil to an innocent like Sherrie, to his good friend and confidant that
he had known since they were children, playing at being warriors
getting all the glory and the beautiful girls that they rescue. Or the
man who many times had gone out of his way to help someone in trouble,
or just needed a little help to make it by that day.
 

Jason lost his look of innocent bewilderment and replaced it with one
of fright and grabbed up his sword hanging on the wall. He turned and
stood in a defensive crouch ready for Henry's attack.
 

Henry approached cautiously knowing that Jason was as good with the
sword as he, but determined that he would avenge Sherrie. He began to
probe Jason's defenses picking up the pace and power behind his thrusts
and blows, but Jason was able to block them all.
 

Hoping to throw Henry off, Jason began to taunt Henry, "You know your
sister was good," he said, "especially after I had cut her a few times."
 
Henry's fury began to mount but he wouldn't let that make him loose
control and come at him blindly.
 

Jason continued relentlessly, a maniacal look coming over him, "She was
so beautiful, too beautiful for her own good, I had an obligation to
bring her down a peg or two. But even as she screamed as I cut across
her lovely breasts and thighs she was still beautiful and I couldn't
take it any more and I had to kill her. Do you understand what I'm
saying? I did it for her own good she shouldn't exist in such an ugly
world it makes everybody else so inadequate and I couldn't let that
continue."
 

Henry was sickened that his friend could be so deranged and continued
to hammer at Jason's defenses wearing them slowly down, using his anger
to fuel his strokes.
 

Jason's guards began to pound on the door attracted by the dead guard
outside and the sounds of fighting inside but were unable to break in
through the heavy iron bound wood door. Jason finally made a fatal
mistake. Henry was able to slip by his over extended thrust and slice
him across the sword arm causing him to scream in pain and anger. The
weakened arm was then unable to stop the next blow that cut him deeply
across the stomach causing his intestines to slip out through the cut
and he slowly fell to the floor.
 

Somebody outside the room finally thought to use something as a ram and
began to break in the door. Henry, after a final kick to Jason who was
vainly trying to hold his guts in place, quickly wiped his sword clean,
sheathed it and broke through the window and ran along the balcony to a
point where he could safely lower himself to the ground and make his
escape.
 		
 		
END
 	 
