Shallows Creek: Requiem Of The Guilty

You Missed A Spot

The night continues on the cobbled roadways are empty, and the houses begin to stifle there hearths and candles the town of Shallows Creek is all but quiet now with it’s residents sound asleep bundled in there beds unknowing that the killer has struck again.

Morning has broke the sun shining through the tightly packed homes and businesses causing it’s residents to stir from their slumber. A new day has begun for Shallows Creek the two men stationed around Henry’s home stir and stretch their aching, stiff muscles from staying on watch all night. They gather themselves up from their perches and head to the front of the manor to reconvene and report. The two men now standing in front of the manor they exchange stern looks and with a nod they circle around the area once more. Having seen no sign of anyone entering or leaving they feel they have completed their task but unbeknownst to the two the stiff body of Henry lays unnoticed up in the parlor. On the road leading up to the manor a young chamber maid makes her way up the street, humming a soft melody as she walks beginning her morning just as any other.

Her soft humming does not go unnoticed by the two stoic men they rush to the front and catch her as she approached the door. The first man makes it to her first forcefully grabbing her arm and pulling her from the door, she lets out a yelp in shock.

"What do you want with me!" She yells out to the two men but they do not answer they continue to pull her from the door no matter how much she struggles, kicks, and bites there is no stopping these two goons their ham sized hands gripped tightly around her dainty wrists. Her desperate cries for help can be heard through the buildings and a young handsome, kind of cowardly, constable just so happens to be passing by on his way to the tower. Strolling along a block away from this assault the constable Bryant oblivious to this is entranced deep in thought, as his mind wanders to the beating Inspector Young is going to give him for running off leaving him to clean Lockheart’s mess. His thoughts interrupted by the distressed screams of a young women just around the corner starling him, he moves forward and peers around the wall seeing two quite large, intimidating men pulling this chambermaid away and going through her belongings. Bryant can feel his heart pounding in his ears thump, thump, thump he is petrified this two are unlike those thugs in the alley they have the look of killers who will not hesitate to take a life. Trembling he reaches in his waist for his billy club feeling the sturdy wooden club gives him little comfort, mustering up what courage he could summon he charges forth springing from the corner rushing head long into what might be certain death. The two men have yet to notice Bryant charging at them with club in hand, he is closing the distance now only shy a few meters now he brings the steel whistle to his lips and with a breath blows, the piercing sound grabs the two men's attention the one stands to meet Bryant’s pending assault with his thick, bulky arm outstretched, the maid sliding back makes use of this distraction bringing her leg back she kicks full force into the back of the goons leg sending him buckling to his knees. Bryant taking the opportunity raises his arm over his head and brings his billy club down full force hitting the man in his temple, the force of the blow made a sicking c***k as it connected with the man’s skull he falls on his face landing onto the hard cobbled road before him. Bryant seeing the man fall has a moment of pure jubilation his face lights up with the brightest smile he can muster, however his moment of pride would be short lived. The goon’s accomplice who is every bit as stoat as his compatriot releases his grip on the chamber maid, in one swift motion he lunges forward his ham sized fist makes contact with a resounding thud, the impact of his punch sends Bryant flying backwards to the street, his rear meets the road first followed by the rest of him. The conscience goon then tries to collect his fallen comrade who is still laying with his face on the street, unmoving and unresponsive to any of his allies attempts to rouse him. Wrapping his sizable hands around the sleeping man’s wrist’s he tries to hoist him up onto his shoulders, just as he manages to lift his ally from the ground he hears a high pitched screech coming from the distance.

He looks behind him to see four more constables running in his direction, a glimpse of panic can be seen across this usually stoic face. He goes to make a dash with his accomplice in tow but is thwarted in his escape attempt by the chamber maid who while still on the ground grabs hold of his tree trunk like leg stopping him in his tracks. The man now panicking goes to kick the young maid but is stopped by Bryant who has recovered from the blow, Bryant grabs hold of the goons torso his arms wrapped around like a python holding onto it’s prey. The goon desperately tries to shake the two off him but to no avail they are clinging to him and will not be prayed off, before long the other constables join in and subdue the man. After they subdue the duo and place them in shackles Bryant saunter’s over to the chamber maid who is still on the ground, he offers her his hand and she gladly takes it as he picks her up from the floor her cheeks begin to turn flush, she is taken in by the man who has saved her that illusion is quickly broken when he opens his mouth.

"Are you alright miss?"

He say’s to her not knowing his front tooth was now cracked in half with blood leaking from his mouth. She tries to stifle her laughter and thanks him for his help, she reaches into her bag, then she produces a small flower printed handkerchief and hands it to the still clueless constable. He takes it happily not knowing his mouth is flowing with blood like an over filled river. Confused on why he still has not noticed his injury she points to his mouth, the befuddled constable raises his hand to his mouth now noticing the blood dripping from his chin.