Part one: A Place to Stay


I had never been much of a nice person. When I was a child I bullied anyone and everyone; no matter how much bigger most people were to me. I was actually short for my age but that didn’t stop me from being cruel to anyone who dared get in my way. I left my village when I was eighteen and have been traveling since then. I ended up being a bounty hunter.

I never felt any remorse for the people I had killed over the past five years. In fact I enjoyed seeing the pain and suffering in people. It’s just my thing. The main reason most say I’m a cruel person was because I had never slept with a woman; and it was true. It wasn’t why I was cruel though it was because my parents were cruel to me first. I know, cliche “my mommy and daddy were mean to me so now I’m mean to others.”

But my mother was a heartless wench who I had caught sleeping around with strange men. My father was a drunken bastard who constantly hit me and called me really mean names. I never forgave either of them for that and that was the true reason why I left. Now all I did was kill people for money.

Today however, I had no work. I was walking in some woods with rain pouring down on me. My long black hair was soaked and stuck to my face. I was wearing a red tunic and black pants. I felt like I was drenched in a pool of ice as I slowly trudged through the soft muddy grass. I kept my right hand on the hilt of my sword at all times but my entire hand actually felt frozen to it.

“I’m going to die” I whispered under my breath. “Out here, in the woods, all by myself. Total rip off…” Then I could take no more of the icy rain and collapsed on the muddy ground.

I had a dream while I was out. A terrible dream of my parents making my whole body heat up with my own hatred. It was just before I hit my boiling point that I woke up. The first thing I noticed was I was still burning; but not with rage. I was sitting in a wooden tub in what looked like a small house. The tub was to the brim of hot water. Then I felt the warm water trickle down on his head and pour over his brow and down his neck. I turned to his right to see a woman with raven black hair holding a milk jug full of water.

“Who are you… where am I?” I said softly.

“I am Violet and don’t worry you’re safe here” she said in a very gentle voice.

“Are you sure?” I asked softly feeling paranoid.

“Yes, don’t worry yourself… I’m sorry I don’t believe I caught your name.”

I turned to her and said, “It’s Kurtz.”

I had not been in the presence of any woman for the longest time. I had almost forgotten how nice the smell of a woman was.

“I found you in the woods, I was afraid you had died” she said pouring more water on me.

“It’ll take more than the elements to kill me” I said roughly.

Even if I didn’t want to I couldn’t help but to act the way I usually did.