Wolfe Bite Chapter 6
By Captain Gaul
Gaul was halfway to Maguss Castle when the scout caught up with him. The rider looked panicked. Sir, could you come with me? Its an emergency.
Sure. Gaul got on the horse, and the rider quickly turned his steed around and charged it in the opposite direction. Whats the deal?
The scout pointed ahead towards the horizon, where a cloud of white smoke was pluming. Im not really sure how to describe it, sir. A gunmans attacking the nuns, and evidently he also set fire to Fionas Forest. Weve got patrolmen waiting outside of his guns range of accuracy, but anybody gets much closer, he gets himself shot. Weve lost eight men already, and Deus only knows how many civilians.
Gaul uttered a loud oath and pulled a large gun from his journey pack. Only now did he realize that his favorite sidearm also had the markings that Taban had called a serial number. He recognized several of the characters from the other gun, and he knew that the city of starless night would be the first place he needed to investigate. As the forest came into view, and he could see not only smoke but flames too, he refocused his thoughts on the present and loaded his gun.
The rider looked back and noticed the gun. What kind of pistol is that, sir?
The horse bumped a bit, and suddenly a glass cylinder popped out of the gun. Gaul peered through the cylinder and realized that this pistol had a sight scope, like many high quality crossbows and some of Luccas designs. He lifted the gun up to fire and tried to aim, from horseback, at the gunman in the forest.
The rider repeated his question. Sir, what kind of gun is that?
The kind we need. The captain pulled the trigger, and immediately after the gun fired, the horse reared up and screeched. A few hundred yards away, the gunman also screamed as the shot tore through his shoulder and his right arm fell to the ground. As the patrolmen surrounding the perimeter realized the gunman was now unarmed (sorry), they rushed in to apprehend him.
A few minutes later, the gunman was pinned to the ground by the force of the captains foot. One of the other patrolmen handed Gaul the mans pistol. It didnt resemble the other one in the slightest. Gaul looked down to stare the gunman in the eyeshe was a short young man, an older boy really, blonde, with a crew cut and a dirty face.
Now son, what the hells this all about?
The boy spat. None of your goddamn business.
No, no. Lets not talk that way, shall we? Because when you start shooting personal friends, torching natural wonders, pillaging temples, and killing women of the cloth, it BECOMES my business. Gaul pressed down with his foot a little harder, and the boy coughed a response.
I didnt shoot Crono.
I dont think you did. And I also dont think these two events are unrelated. Now, we can make this relatively painless, or Gaul paused for dramatic effect. I can have some fun with it. Which do you prefer?
The boy sneered. Have a party, you sick freak.
Gaul pointed the boys gun down, and shot him in the shin. The boy screamed. You wouldnt think that after getting your arm blown off, stuff like that would still hurt, would you? Feel like talking yet, punk? The boy remained defiant. I didnt think so. Now, this heres Cadet FrankFrank was a towering man of six foot seven, and almost as broad as he was talland it wasnt fatand it turns out that one of the nuns you shot today also happened to be Franks baby sister. Now, Im going to turn my back, and I wont face you two again until you start saying something thats going to help us.
The gunman never said anything. After a solid half-hour of beating, Gaul called Frank to a halt. Though battered and bruised, the boy remained defiant and stubborn. Gaul held him up by the shirt and stared into his hard eyes. I dont know who youre reporting to boy, but he, she, or it must have you on some powerful mind-altering substances. He turned to face Lieutenant Ye, who had just arrived recently. We got a dungeon yet?
Nope. Hasnt been a priority, as we havent arrested anybody since Guardia was destroyed .
Of course. Well, find a place for this scumbag, and make sure someone keeps an eye on him. I doubt hell talk, but . Gaul shrugged his shoulders. Ye nodded his understanding, and gave the young man a Manatetan nerve pinch. He dragged the crumbled figure over to a cart, and made ready to head off to Truce.
Shortly afterward, Gaul resumed his journey to Maguss castle. The officers left at the scene were more than prepared to deal with what there was left to do, so Gaul returned to resolving the issue at hand. After some time, he stopped for a minute. All the sounds of flora and fauna had ceased (keep in mind, flora tends to make noise in this world). In his experience, he could only associate that with three things. Lavos didnt exist anymore, which ruled out two possibilities, and no large frogs were looming behind him either. So he didnt know quite what to make of it. Suddenly, one sound of nature returnedthe rushing of wind. Though it was sunny and quite warm, the wind blew very hard, and very cold, like ice crystals breaking over him. A flash of lightno, it was darkness, hit him, and when his vision cleared as much as it was going to, six shadowed figures stood before him. He didnt have time to draw his weapon before they were on him. And a few minutes following, he was airborne.
A patrol found him in the woods, a few hours later.