Road to Yorkshire

Not a word was spoken between the young female, Yvonne, and I.

Embarassment, or perhaps it was mere confusion, that cease her mouth

from opening.. In the light, her hair was like that of shimmer scarlet;

a dark water which cascades to the tender mounds of flesh long sense

blossomed beneath the grey smock that clads her dainty frame. I

made not a single attempt to speak, based on the instinct, that it

would disolve any feeling she may hold for me...

Arriving to the town at last, I must admit with relief, she fled from

the wagon without any utterance of farewells or placement of gratitiude.

Such a spontengous action almost had me sparing an ounce of

consideration as to where she may be roaming to so early in the morn.

Yet my attention was soon ensnared, hearty wide hands so callous from

farm labor pull upon ebony reins to cease the yolks, by

the local constible whom was making his all too often beat upon the

streets of Yorkshire. With iced hues sporting for eyes, which rarely a

recipent could reframe from soiling their garments under the

calculating scruntiny, attempted to pirece my mind with that ever

antagonizing inquiry which need no words to be heard;

Do you truely dare to enter my town?


It did not take him long to voice it with narrowed orbs of ice,

a sinster glimmer lingering upon that sneering mug.

\" Brute, heed my words. What have you come for?\"

\" Fixin\' tah finda spare han\', Jaspur.\" Giving my gutteral reply

that could make most men reproach a creature of my stature with

a duller tune. Yet this man was just as much as a brute, or even

more so. His intelliect was significantly dazzling then the most

ceritified \'doctors\', or licensed butchers as I see them, and his

stance was twenty months and a fold my senior. Though he lacked the

definitions of a monster, there are times when the vicious wolf tends

to be cloaked as the domestic dog to the eyes of a cattle. Unfortunitly,

this \'cattle\' was the mortals of Yorkshire whom mistakens this

recarnation of sadistic brutality for a savoir.


At my reply, veering his head in dominance as those wide pupils

trasforms into the narrow predatorial slits I know so well,he took a

few steps toward my wagon..

\" Oh? Tis that so? Pardon my saying so, old fiend.. Or is that friend?

Well, I think you have your hand for that yonder brillant harlot whom

fled your shameful presence just some moments ago. Or, dare I say,

my inducement is incorrect and you may be heeding an apology, Victor?\"

Scruntizing eyes, ones I would give to tear for his thick head and

shove the twin orbs up his arse just to be classified as a highlight of

the morning. \" Keep her, beat her, fuck her senseless; what care have I

for the little harlot. Think this as a gift to you for olden days sake;

yet, let these here to forever remain here. They are under my order,

they are my cattle, and I shall choose when to thin their numbers even

to the slightest detail..\" That madden glare was resting upon my face

with a seething intensity I was forced to match from the verbal blow

he attempted to deliver, trying to knock my confidence just as he had

done since childhood.. Jasper was the guiding \'brother\' during my

begining; the soul reason of my life reaching as far as it has. Jasper

is also my greatest advisary, corrupted by power and deluted by years

of the never ceasing pain society hast branded upon him. I know,

I know he merely waits for the time to strike out at them all in a

unexpected thrash of agonized ferocity....


I know it, I never attempt to warn them, to educate them about their

\'savoir\'.. I miracliously find it within myself to offer a partical

smile and reply wholeheartly to my old aquaintance..

\" Ain\'t soilin\' meh hands wit\' some girl I run \'cross,

Jaspur. A dawg li\'e \'ou shou\'d know dat.\" Came the grumbling speech,

slightly slurred like a mountain bumpkin even though I try to curb,

and even purge, it\'s humilating presence from my voice. If only my

words could flow with the refined qualities as it did in my thoughts..

A stiff crane of his head, and I swear that one day it will snap off

from overworked bones after being held so high with that thick skull

mounted upon it..


\" Victor...\" Trailing off purposely for that dramatic affect that

made men, women, childern, and most animals observe him

realistically with growing dread. \" Cease your primitive tongue. Now.

Then bid yourself departure from this town before I bid you eternal

peace.. My friend...\" As it always had been, silence held us both in that solitary

moment of time. The lines drawn with tension begining to settle in

within our chests. Yet, I was throughly conflicted on the path to take

from here. In this time, I consider ending this once and for all,

killing him without the slightest pinch of remorse or memory for

what I have done.


\" Victor, don\'t... The sweetest voice of familiarity interupted my

macabre paced mind before I held a chance to catch the source of it..

Turning to gaze upon this intruder, a warm touch coils about my arm and

I noticed the sticky cold my bare arms have obtained during the sleepy

autumn dawn. The scarlet banner of hair dimly moisty with the plaza

viels of mist; bedazzling gems of minty green and iris creme flesh

untainted by the dirt it held when they once arrived..

How long had the fiend and he been conversing? \" Let me go with you. I\'ll work hard, please, I\'ll do anything for you, Victor, just don\'t..\"

Not a word for my lips as her presence somehow stirred me to silence

before I glance back to Jasper; only to find that he has abandoned our

meeting at some point.. Scanning the area with a trained eye, the

female, Yvonne, implores me to forget the matter and take them home.

To her new home.. I did not derive my eye from were Jasper was

standing.. He called the girl, Yvonne, a gift. Yet he will not allow

anyone else to be moved. Was this some part of a conspiracy to get him?

Was Jasper there when that girl place her lips upon him while

slumbering? Perhaps this is to get him attached so he could use her as

an advantage to hold above his head later on?.. Indeed, how else would

he scold the girl as a harlot. Hmm, Jasper was a brillant man,

but his arrogance tends to give his intensions away.. Queer how

things turn out, indeed...

I did no questioning, no need for dramatization or fits of anger

or accusations as to where the girl had gone while Jasper\'s

simultaneous appearance ruined the scearch for a stable woman..

Nothing left, not evena suitable meal in place of time lost,

the massive yolks were guided with the reins into a round about the township\'s

fountain before Yvonne and I made a mute departure.. May God help the

townfolk to survive whatever inevitable madness lurked within their new shepard;

Whatever he would cast down upon them, I pray for their mercy, blind

sheep as they are living the wicked lie coated with promise..