Tarous, стр. 37

“Hey, that’s my human. No one is eating him but me.”

“I’ll give you a hundred gold coins for him,” replied the boy.

“Not for sale,” I firmly replied.

“I don’t care what you want. We are eating that human.”

The werewolf gave a deep snicker while his tongue hung out of the left side of his mouth. I wanted to punch them both in the face.

“Prepare to be eaten by my rabid werewolf guard,” said the boy with a grin.

I looked at the werewolf. He didn’t appear to be rabid, just kind of a punk, possibly a little mangy.

I didn’t ask the boy’s name. If he didn’t know who I was then he obviously wasn’t important. I became a black liquid and moved faster than his eye could follow. I suddenly appeared behind the boy, drew his sword from its sheath, and beheaded him with it. It was his punishment for being so arrogant in front of a Rask.

The boy’s head rolled to the side and his body collapsed, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The werewolf just stared, his expression blank. He hadn’t been able to follow my incredibly fast movements. Still in a state of shock, he just stood there frozen. All of his instincts were screaming that he was in great danger.

He suddenly came to his senses and turned to run. Tarous used his increased speed to appear in front of the werewolf and prevented him from running away.

I walked up behind him and grabbed the werewolf by the neck and stabbed him in the back through his heart with a knife. The life slowly left his eyes. He tried to break free from my grip, but failed. He kicked and flailed but it was pointless.  No one gets to cross a Rask and live. As the life left his eyes his body became limp. I opened my hand and allowed his body to fall to the ground.

From the unbothered look on Tarous’s face, he was beginning to notice that murder amongst monsters was a rather common thing. The boy and werewolf hadn’t known who I was when they approached. They were just hungry and figured they could bully anyone into giving them their meal. Too bad they had to die. The truth was I actually felt a little sad for the werewolf. It never stood a chance.

Jeb removed a pen and paper from inside his clothes and wrote ‘I can no longer go on living as a pet of a fool. So I decided to kill him and take my own miserable life’. Jeb dropped the suicide note beside the werewolf as he stepped over his dead body. We all continued on walking towards the castle, leaving the bodies behind.

The way Tarous had blocked the wolf made me realize he was more than a trophy. I even considered him a member of our group. We were a group of oddball monsters so a human sort of fit into the group.

As we approached one of the castle entrances we noticed an older, frail looking, completely bald man wearing purple robes and arguing with a younger girl who was petite with blonde hair. She also had a streak of purple in her hair, which looked really nice. The old man had a staff that looked more like a walking stick that he leaned heavily on.

As we got closer, we noticed the stains on his robes. They appeared to be from food that had fallen down the front of the old man’s robe. I even spotted a few holes in his robes. They looked worn and old.

Needless to say, I wasn’t impressed.

The younger girl seem particularly angry. I was caught off guard as a knife suddenly appeared in her hands and she tried to stab the old man. The older gentleman did a good job of using his staff to block. She repeatedly tried to stab him but somehow he managed to keep from getting stabbed.

I started wondering if we had the wrong castle. As I continued to watch the two fight I started hoping we had the wrong castle. The two of them turned their heads at the same time and noticed that we were staring at them. Then they both yelled at us at the exact same time.

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?”

My face was completely blank with surprise. I blinked twice, still not sure what to do or say. Things were happening way to fast.

I decided to hide behind Jeb. I figured he would make a good meat shield. Mary noticed what I had done and decided to stand behind me. Tarous stayed where he was but looked a bit shifty.

As the pair returned to fighting I rubbed the back of my head and muttered, “Sorry I was hoping to borrow a cup of sugar. I see that your busy, I’ll be on my way.”

I quickly turned and started to leave when the old man suddenly appeared next to me and grabbed onto my sleeve. He could move rather fast for an old man.

“Not so fast young’un. I can tell you came to be a student and with attendance down lately I’m not letting you go.”

“That’s known as kidnapping,” I said to the old man who ignored my response. Sadly we appeared to be at the right castle.

“Why is attendance down?” asked Jeb, tilting his head curiously. I personally thought that was a rather good question. Point to Jeb.

“High mortality rate,” replied the old man with a grunt. Then the old man quickly changed the subject. “New student! Follow me, even if you don’t want to!”

“Kidnapping is IL-LE-GAL!” I responded again, drawing out the word for emphasis.

Actually, in the monster world laws were rarely followed. Plus we had just killed two monsters and technically murder is illegal here as well. Although it’s a law that is rarely followed unless the one murdered is rich or powerful. Anyway, since we just murdered two monsters it actually made it rather difficult to stand on the moral