The Demise of Randall's Sister

[Geddoe Del Zexay]

After the pain staking weeks on sea the crew had finally arrived. Many nights had gone by where they had sat by candle light, plotting their little escapade, and now it was time to let it play out. They had cleverly disguised the moderate sized ship given to them for this mission, it seemed to fool many on it's way. A merchant vessel, was what it was dolled up to be. With many barrels of fruits, pickles, and crates of wine. Of course they hadn't really taken the time to stock on such items. The barrels were mostly stuffed with cloth, only a few real fruits lay ontop to cover up the bulk of the contents. and the crates of wine were nothing more than empty bottles, thrown out by local taverns. Ana, Geddoe, Zach and Salem had finally arrived on English soil. With the orders of Geddoe, Zach was told to stay behind on the ship to watch and persaude the patrons that inhabited the dock, that their reasons for being there were legitimate. It was down to three, now and they made no hesitation to delay their plans. With a cart already purchased they headed down the dusted road towards the Castle gates. Ana and Salem were in the back of the food wagon, hidden by it's tarp covering. Salem had spent most of the evening before, cooking the meals for the gaurds that stood watch. They had but mere minuets to apply the tasteless poison to the many bowls of rabbit stew, and to line the wine goblets with the same. Eager were the men when they saw the wagon approaching, it was a daily thing, that a cart came by to drop of the meals the local tavern had prepared. It wasn't anything out of the norm and the bringers of the food changed with the everyday schedual of the Tavern's hours. Geddoe pulled on the reigns of the musty old mule, causing the cart to come to a stop. Ana jumped out of the wagon in her bar wench attire and began to distribute the bowls and wine. The man happily ate without knowing the consiquences of their actions. It was a fast acting poison, once ingested it took but 10 minuets to sink into the veins. That time was passed by conversation between suppler and consumer. Salem had peeked his head out once he heard the sound of bodys dropping to the ground like flys. With each post abandoned to recieve their evening meals, the ladder was let down to the tower which heild the crank for the gate. Ana, nimbly climbed up the wooden support and turned the handle. The door came down with ease. She gave the signal for them to proceed, staying behind to watch out for any newcomers, and taking care of them if it came to that.


::Geddoe had been speaking with one of the guards as the poison started to take it's effect. He grinned slightly as they dropped like flys. He looked out toward the back of the wagon, and waved Salem over. Once he was next to Geddoe he spoke:: Salem...find yaself a body that's 'bout the same as yers...get his uniform. We're gonna need it. ::After his orders were given, he himself started ona search for the perfect size::

:Yes, cause that was easy! Everyone in the world was Salem's size! Salem shook his head, brushing the raven curls from view. He kicked one of the fallen men that seemed to match his figure, must've been malnurished. That was the only thought that came into his mind as he slipped off the armor and placed it on his own body. His nose wrinkled at the scent, mm nothing like that smelly man scent in the evening. Salem wanted to gag as the sweat from the previous owner remained on the inside.: " Mon Dieu..." :He eyed Geddoe and shook his head.: " readah when ye are Mon ami..."

::As Salem had been searching, so had Geddoe. He was a little harder to find a size for. It took him a little long to find the size, but when he did, he grinned widely and undressed the man quickly. His usual clothes were placed in the back of the wagon. He was going to slip into them as soon as possible. He looked up and gave Ana the thumbs up and continued into the tower through the gates, Salem at his side::

:Salem just let the armor fall upon the clothes he already wore, he didn't find it sanitary to completly change outfits with the unbathed gaurd. In a low crouch Salem followed Geddoe's lead. At the base of the tall tower were two guards. What they lacked in brains, they definatly made up in muscle. They were conversing to eachother in low tones as they faced outwards. Salem nudged Geddoe slightly and canted his head. Salem's accent was a sure give away, so instead he shoved Geddoe forwards to speak. The plan they had made on the ship was to tell the gaurds that they were their replacements and it wouldn't be out of the norm, just like meals at this time, posts were switched so one set could take a break.:

::The torches on either side of the base of the tower covered Salem's diffrent close under the armor. Geddoe gave the two guards a slightly and nodded his head toward Salem:: 'ey...wer her ta take ova fo teh nigh...ya too git yer brea' no..::The two guards shrugged and started walking the back way to the tavern. Though, they did stop next to the two of them, then shrugged slightly. It was late...and they were not getting paid a good amount of money. Geddoe and Salem waited at the post for a few minutes until they were fully ut of eye sight. Geddoe turned to Salem and smiled:: So far, so good..

" Mon dieu, I am gettin' dizzah from Moi's own fumes..." :He shuddered, causing the armor to clank. He looked up to Geddoe and nodded.: " Oui... zere are two more gaurds up der...we can non say dat we 'ere to take ovah, cause when dey be commin' down, dey'll be seein' no one 'er, ge' suspicious. Oui? I dun t'ink we nee' teh use ze blades jus' ye'...too muc' noise, an' messah. We use dees...: Salem wiggled abit until two vibrant sashes fell to the ground. He had hidden them in his armor. The slits at the sides where his arms were allowed to enter was the point of exit.:

[Geddoe Del Zexay]

::He nodded and picked one up, slipping it in his armor.:: Good thinkin' Frenchy. ::Turning to the door that they guarded, he pushed it open slightly and looked through. All was quiet with guards way on the other side of the courtyard that the door opened to. He slipped through and waved for Salem to follow. Once through, they headed toward the nearest door leading to the inside of the actual tower.

:Salem couldn't help but roll his eyes abit. Good Job Frenchy? It sounded like he was getting praise from his mother for taking a piss on his own. He was close to Geddoe's heels, The steps were sighted and he canted his head towards the spiraling ascend. Carefully and quietly he climbed them, taking the lead. Climbing up steps in armor was no easy picnic and he grunted softly as each heavy foot was raised to rest on a wooden surface.:

::Geddoe let Salem take the lead and he followed. He couldn't help himself, and one hand rested lightly upon the pommel of his blade. Steps were taken easier by the larger man, the weight also easier to carry. Eye shifted slightly as they walked. He would be ready when they reached the top and the chamber of that bastards sister::

:It was true, Salem was such a little man that it pained him to walk with such weight on his tiny frame. With the door in sight Salem gave the gaurds a quick wave. They stared at him in puzzle ment. The Petite pirate walked the final few feet to the chamber door where the men were stationed and stood upon tip-toes as he removed the man's helment and wrapped the sash around his neck and tightened, cutting off the air. He was quick, always quick. He watched as the man's voice was sucked from his lips and the choking finally stopped as breath no longer flowed.:

::Geddoe was right behind him, blade drawn...screw the sash...that wasn't his style. Blade was held at the second soldiers throat. Letting the guard watch the other die slowly. His gazed pierced the other man's body:: The door locked, maggot? And don't lie...I'll kill ya if ya lie.

:Salem stepped back and watched the man fall like a sack of bricks. While Geddoe was wasting time with asking, Salem was removing himself of the potent armor. Now free he was able to bend and move without making a noise.::

:He shook his head furiously:: No suh...i' ain' locked....::Eyes watched the blade carfully. He wasn't ready to die for this d**n girl::

::Geddoe grinned:: Well, thank ya. But...yer still gonna die...::He shrugged slightly and blade was thrusted forward, piercing the skin in the front, through the throat, cutting valuable cords to life. The blade came out the back of the mans neck. He could scream in time, but did just make a gurgle sound and fell to the floor. Sword was pulled out as he did so. Glance to Salem, he nodded to the door:: After you.

:Salem nodded. Pressure was applyed to the brass handle and down it went. The door slowly creeked open, alowing the light from the torch lit hallway to spill into the chamber. Salem's blade was of less bulk. Everything with the frenchman had to be light. The Rapier was drawn from it's dormant position at his side and settled out infront. Yes, we all know Rapiers aren't good for murdering people with, just duels, but Salem thought differently! It was his choice of weapon.:

::Geddoe slipped in behind Salem, eye quickly moved across the room, looking for possible dangers and escaped routes. Seeing non, he closed the door and locked it.::

::Penelope lay on the bed, her form curled in a prone position as she slept. The sound of her heavy breathing would drift to their ears, as the fireplace crackled with a low flame. She would stirr, however, and rolled to face them, eyes blinking in the throes of sleep.::

" ah, she awakes....do you know Ma cher? 'ow manah men we 'ave killed to ge' teh you? Yer brotha, Randall is dead....teh traterous Bastard died by teh 'ands o' ze captain....." :He purred softly as the feminine frame stepped forwards.: " an' uglah 'ag you are, non as beautifah as yer dear brotha..."

::He stepped to her bed, blade sheathed and arms crossed over his chest. Booted foot slammed against the bed, rocking it harshly. Another kick, then another:: Get up, ya pregnant dog! Get the hell up! ::He spoke with hatered, though he'd never seen her before in his life::

"Randall, dead? NO!" The old lady would spring up with former grace, and backed away, having noticed the rapier:: Why would you come to me, queerest of men?

"Yer a daft ole woman aren't you Ma Cher?" :Salem stepped closer to her, setting the Rapier aside.: " Oh Monsieur Geddoe, mus' you be so 'arsh wit' ze lady? Where is yer manners? " :He purred softly, it was intrigue which inhabited his voice as he circled around her.: " 'ave a seat....Relax....." : Salem grinned, it was very rare you saw Salem like this, so malicious...but Randall had betrayed him and his Captain, Randall had broken his heart. Salem had kicked the nearest chair her way.: " Tie 'er up....Geddoe...." : Salem kept the Sashes used earlier for the strangling of the gaurds and gently handed them to him.: " Bind 'er 'ands be'in' 'er back oui

::He reached down and fingers slipped around her wrists, trying to pull her up. He turned her around and started for that chair so he could tie her up::

::She would not just let him do that to her, she pulled her arm back with the painful creak of aging bones:: I think not... ::She tried to find something of a weapon::

::He glanced to Salem, seeing she was not going to be a willing participant:: A little help please? The pregnant dog keeps wriggling...::Hand reached for the wrist of hers again:

:: Salem watched. Geddoe could have his fun before he would. He turned his back to the wall, getting comfy for the show.: " Oh, Mon Dieu..." : Salem pushed off of his post and took slow steps towards them, hips swaying in that feminine fashion. Salem came up from behind her and pressed his lips to her ear and whispered.: " Tsk, i' isn't wise to struggle. It'll jus' make yer death more painful. Why pu' yerself t'rough dat? huh Ma Cher? :Salem brought his own hands to those flailing wrists Geddoe was trying to aprehend. He used both of them to clamp around the joint that connected the hand to the arm. The sash was taken up from the floor after it had fell from his grasp during the old woman's struggle. He nodded for Geddoe apply force to her body, so that she would fall into the chair's embrace. He went about binding them together behind her back, making sure the knot was tight. :

::Hands moved to her shoulders and he gave a harsh push down on them, forcing her into the chair they had set up for her. Once she was down. He shoved the remaining sash into her mouth. She wasn't going to get them caught after they had gotten this far. No sir... He stepped back and hands came to his hips.:: Well now...looks like yer in a whole heap of trouble..Don't it, Salem? ::He turned his head towards the frenchman::

[Geddoe Del Zexay]

The small crew had been in the chamber but a few minutes before they were able to "calm" the old woman down enough so that they may finish what they were sent there to do. She had been feisty, but was no match for the strength of the two men. Geddoe had teased her slightly, hitting her around a little. He did take a trophy from to give make to Captain JD as proof of her death.

It was the index finger off of her right hand. It had been taken before she had died. Just another little tease that would signal the end of her life. Now Salem...Salem was more into verbal abuse than Geddoe. He used words to do the cutting instead of cold steal...for the moment. As the minutes wore on, the likelihood of the two being caught grew greater. Geddoe mentioned this little fact to Salem and he took the warning to heart.

Not soon after he was told this, Salem had the blade of his rapier to the old woman's throat. Though, who would Salem be if he didn't give his victim a parting kiss? He wouldn't be Salem, that's who. So it was done, kiss placed to the woman's lips before blade was brought across her throat. Blood soon covered her torso and the floor. Geddoe would pin a wanted poster of JD to her body with a dagger. A little sign that JD had done it, or so the guards and family would believe.

The two men would make their way back down the steps and out of the tower, making sure not to get the attention of too many guards. Though, they couldn't help but get that unwanted attention as they reached the area where they guards had been relieved earlier. Someone had noticed none were there and had sent for more. They were suspicious. Once again, Geddoe and Salem would have to end two more lives tonight.

Reaching the outer gate, Ana was signaled that everything had gone according to plan. She made her way down the ladder by the guard tower. Salem and her took their places in the back of the wagon and Geddoe at in the driver seat. They all would make their way down that dirt road once more until they reached their ship where Zach was waiting anxiously. He waved them aboard, the wagon was left behind. The ship was set out to sea and on it's way home. The rider back was much more quieter than the ride out.