48 Do you Have Chicken Legs?

A sigh echoed throughout the room as the group of five people somehow adjusted to the claustrophobic environment of the inn room. On the bed sat the reclining Angella who looked goofily at the ceiling, unable to stop the throbbing associated with boredom.

On the window sill sat a bored Fawkes who looked vacantly into the yellow rays of the morning idlely brushing his fingers through the cracks in his choice of a seat. Sorren sat on the ground, playing with a chicken leg that he had somehow obtained.

I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall of the dingy grey room sighing in boredom as we waited for the fool that was Terrick's employer. Terrick had sworn that he would be here, before going off to get his stalk of treasure and items.

Some would ask, how I the super smart crew captain could allow such a new recruit to possibly sell us out, to which I would reply with my own brand of carelessness in the form of 'this island isn't strong enough to possibly offer any form of threat.'

But of course for anyone with half a brain cell, this would not be a permissible reason, having too many holes in it to be any good. So off its own merit, I had done a Foxy on the matter, allowing the man one opportunity to sabotage the crew.

With a tired sigh, Fawkes turned to me before looking at me curiously " Why don't we take the fight to those fugly bastards??" he asked before promptly ignoring my answer in favor of going to sleep.

"Goddamit San Juan, show some backbone and attack already, get some help from that conniving Armand to!" I said through gritted teeth as I began using my dagger to clean my nails.

"With a slight thud, the door opened queuing for the entry of the crew's assassin who surprisingly seemed to keep his word. "Oi Captain, I saw the fool San Juan getting his entire house up in arms! Those assholes from the other two families seemed to be joining in as well!" he called out slightly anxious to the whole thing.

"Wait, you mean the nice Uncle Armand is joining them too???" A naïve voice popped up as the child of our crew joined in on the conversation with a barely concealed anger.

"Captain let me at 'em I want to beat 'em all up!!" he said with a bit of righteous vengeance. "Usually, I would scold you for wanting to monopolize all the fun, but the waiting has made the whole thing sour, Oi Fawkes get up and lets go to the ship, little fatty, you deal with those assholes, don't hold back on the killing they aren't really any good men on the other side." I said before leading all the residents in the room out of the window (For we still hadn't paid for the inn room, we just let some people that looked like scouts see us so that they knew where we were, we couldn't have them getting lost now could we??)

"Aye Cap" came the chorus as we all jumped out the window, Fawkes still yawning and glaring at me for suddenly changing plans and screwing around.

Alferdo cursed his luck for the tenth time as he ducked beneath the rubble of the nearby building, once again loudly berating himself for gallivanting on a raid with his family and the other members of the triumvirate.

In the beginning he could almost see himself all dressed up in his golden puff shirt and his hair slicked back, he was also going to wear the glasses that his sister had picked out for him, the deep black shades that would reflect the color of his soul..

Now if anyone were to look at him, he would look more like a fashion model that had stood for the testing of a nuclear disaster, what with his broken and shambled glasses and his torn-into-strips shirt. And his pant, ughh it looked like one that he had loaned to a neighbor elephant.

The building that he had hidden himself behind had once been the meeting place of his family where they would gather and play their cards, now it had been physically torn down by a child! Ripped apart and disposed of, he could hear the screams of the men he had gathered as they were all brutally killed by the one who would later be simply called 'Gluttony'.

HE had come like a storm tearing and ripping apart his men like paper figurines. Popping off their heads with a swipe and breaking their arms with a simple chop. An ever present chicken leg between his teeth and a fat round tummy bouncing up and down with vigor.

Now here he sat shivering as the footsteps grew nearer, he briefly zoomed back to the time he had seen the child monster kill the other two family heads, merely punching their heads once causing it to explode.

He felt like he was living in a dream, the thud of the footsteps constantly drawing nearer, before suddenly stopping "Oh. I ran out of chicken legs." the CHILD remarked, before again making his way towards Alferdo.

Alferdo was not one who believed in a higher power, but now he could not help himself from praying as he squatted down shivering, bathed in the dust and rubble that filled the field of the massacre.

As the beat of his heart grew louder, he slowly looked up, his slicked back hair now glued to his temple, and his dirty green eyes contracting in fear, blood seeped beneath his pointed shoes and his moustache quivered incessantly, the voice of death called and he shuddered.

"Do you have chicken legs?"