Chapter 6: The First Sentence
693 Words
Darkness enveloped the room, rendering even the slightest details invisible. He lit a candle, its flickering light barely piercing the gloom, guiding him to the table. Clad in a black suit and gloves, he grabbed an empty orange book and pulled out a vial of ink from his small, black shoulder bag.
Removing his wide-brimmed black hat, he retrieved a black wooden pen hidden inside. As he began to write, he heard the guards outside, their heavy boots echoing through the corridor as they kicked down doors, searching for evidence of the king's decapitation. The Black Pen acted swiftly, vanishing into the shadows just as a guard kicked open his door.
A guard in shining silver armor and a blue cape stepped in, sword in one hand, torch in the other. "Show yourself!" he commanded, his voice betraying his youth. "I will close the door for you, moron! You think I'm scared?!" he taunted, noticing a black liquid splashed on the table. He sheathed his sword and touched the liquid with a gloved finger, bringing it to his nose. "Ink. He was here," he muttered.
A calm voice whispered from the darkness. "You seem scared." The Black Pen's voice was gentle, almost soothing. The guard's eyes widened, and he spun around, sword slashing wildly as sweat began to bead on his forehead. The voice spoke again, closer this time.
"If you keep acting like that..." The guard swung his sword in panic, backing away. "Shut up!" he screamed, trembling. "Your opponent will look down on you," the Black Pen chided softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.
The Black Pen stepped into the torchlight, his black boots silent on the floor. He wore a long, black steampunk jacket that fluttered slightly as he moved. "Whether you are scared or not, never reveal it. Especially to someone you don't know. It's embarrassing." He knelt gracefully, touching the ground with his black-gloved fingertips.
"Don't tell me what to do! Stay back!" the guard screamed, pointing his sword at the Black Pen. He continued to retreat until he hit the door, which he flung open as he stumbled backward. Another guard approached, shouting, "STAND UP, YOUNG MAN! YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO RETREAT!"
"Y-yes, sir!" the young guard stammered, scrambling to his feet. As he turned, the Black Pen vanished into the shadows. The guard threw aside his torch and gripped his sword with both hands, charging into the room. "DIE!" he screamed, rushing headlong into the dark.
Before he could strike, the Black Pen moved with lightning speed, leaping and stomping on the guard's face. The guard fell, arms splayed, his sword clattering away. "Tsk," the Black Pen sighed, leaving a boot mark on the guard's face.
In a fluid motion, the Black Pen jumped and grabbed the roof arch, pulling himself up and disappearing into the darkness once more. One of the guards outside heard a noise and turned, spotting a black-clad figure running across the roof. "AT THE ROOF!!!" The guard shouted, alerting its allies.
The entire village sparng into action, the noise rising to a clamor. The black pen hurried, leaping from roof to roof. His leg weakened as he landed heavily on the ground. He stumbled with each step, only to be comfronted by another guard. "TRAITOR!!!" The guard shouted, charging at the black pen, aiming from his head.
The black pen couldn't dodge in time, catching the sword with his armored hands. Gripping it tightly, he struggles against the guard's strength. The guard used its left hand, attempting to punch the black pen. Left with no choice, the black pen let go, and dropped under.
He screamed as he used all his strength to his muscle, strking a finishing attempt with a very strong uppercut, his face splashed by blood of a knocked the guard off the ground, with face covered with blood. While the guard left unconcious, he continued running. Encountered three guards at his back again. With too much guards and far hideout while his foot trembled, he left hopelessly.
"This is my end" The black pen said with despair, staring at three guards charging towards him.
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