God help the outcast

A deep groove in the dirt road, juggled the lone occupant inside the creaking coach around to wakefulness. He groaned as he rubbed the sore in his neck and groaned even more audibly as long bony fingers pushed out the little wooden window, getting a full hit of sunlight in his squinty green eyes.

“Damn sunlight. Damn Coach. Damn everything.” Kenneth muttered as he felt around on his soft fox fur blanket for his golden framed eyeglasses. He muttered more about evil elusion glasses that got a screw loose anyway but he can’t afford to get them fix anyway cause his employer was a cheap old man that needed to die.

With a ‘Ah-ha!’ he held up his glasses like a great find but before he can get them onto his long pointed nose, the coach came to a sudden stop causing him to fall forward onto the floor.

“What the freaking-” He silenced himself and hid under his blanket as the sound of gunshots filled the outside air. The brunet whimpered as bullets were smashing though the oak walls of the old coach. He covered his head with his arms and squeezed his eyes shut. Praying to whoever would listen that he wouldn’t be killed or worse taken by the bandits and used as a slave or even more worse a sex slave and forced to wear sheer and shiny pants and shirts and have his navel pierced with a shiny gold barbell with a emerald in the center to match his beautiful green eyes.

All thoughts creased to stop when the coach’s door was thrown opened. Kenneth quickly grabbed the nearest object which was his quill pen. He and the balding and raggedy looking bandit both looked at the choice of defensive weapon that the clerk had chosen.

Kenneth shrugged and held it out like a knife. The bandit laughed and made to grab him but a loud gunshot caused him to stop. He tried to grab the small man again but was stopped by another sound of a rifle going off. Both men listen to two more rifle shots before the clerk let out a shrill scream as the bandit’s head now supported a large bloody hole and little bits of grey matter landed on his clear soft face.

He stopped screaming after a few minutes and panted as he tried to connect the events that were happening to his now slow-moving mind. When he gotten to the part where he had brain matter splattered on his cheek, he let out another scream and wiped his face cleaned with his long blue jacket sleeve with tiny whimpers.

The brunet curled up under his soft fox fur blanket and locked up his arms around his legs as he worked on his breathing. This was not happening. This was suppose to be an easy swap of records between the two high-ranking merchants on this side of the Whispering Forest. Two days to get to the other Merchant’s house and two days to get back. His employer even let him have his coach and three of his personal guards.

He let out a soft whimper when the dead bandit fell off to the dirt road below. He dared to peek open one teary green eye and breathed heavy as it connected with a pair of vibrate violet eyes looking through wisps of greasy blond hair. Both men looked at each other before Kenneth jumped as the man dropped a large leather pack on the coach’s bench and ducked down to rummage through the dead bandit’s pockets.

“I have no money to give you.” He blurted out, moving to clutch his pen and held it out to stab if need to. “Please just take what you want and leave me be!” He closed his eyes again. Once more thinking he will be a sex slave in sheer and shiny pants and the navel bar bell.

“These men are from the Weasel Tribe. Second team today I caught rubbing coaches.” Kenneth blinked at the words, wondering when the enslavement was going to begin cause he has to have food before noon or his stomach will be cranky for rest of the day.

“They must be desperate for something.” The man kept mumbling as he slipped the dead man’s gun belt around his own waist. Adding onto the other belt he just freed from another dead weasel “I guess you don’t know what they’re looking for, uh Sid?” He chuckled.

“My name is Kenneth not Sid and I’m lousy at…servicing. People you know like that.” The brunet mumbled the last of his words as he wrapped up tightly in his blanket like a shield. Both men looked at each other again, owlishly this time.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Kenny. I was talking to Sid and you’re not really my type?” Heaven blinked confusingly at the other man, thinking he may need his new set of guns sooner then he thought.

“It’s Kenn-neth.” He sounded out his name in correction. “And why aren’t your type. I got soft skin, curvy body for a man. I can full plump-” he shut his mouth with a squeak when they both heard a gun cocking behind the blond man.

Heaven slowly placed a finger against his pale lips and Kenneth nodded in silent agreement as the other man turned around with his hands up against his chest in surrender. It would turned out he had messed one.

The weasel grinned, showing four missing gaps in his smile as he held the rifle, pointing the busy end for the jaguar’s chest. “You killed my kin, friend. And robbed them too.” He swing the barrel at the ground at the man’s feet to let out a warning shot as Heaven tried to move for his belt. “Try it and I’ll put a hole in your stomach.”

The bandit walked slowly toward to the outcast, spurs jiggling at each step. Violet eyes narrowed and fingers bended as he kept his hands up at chest level. The clerk behind him held his breath and covered his mouth when he thought he was making too loud of a noise. Heaven moved slowly to stand between the coach’s opening and the weasel.

“I know you, I know what you are.” The bandit grinned his unholy smile. “Only certain tribes do one hit-one kill like you just did to my kin. Take your coat off there, friend.” he sneered at the word ‘friend’.

Keeping his eyes on the rodent before him, Heaven slide his long brown coat off slowly showing his spotted shoulder to the world. The coat laid in the crease of his elbows as he put his hands back up in surrounded. The brunet’s frighten eyes widen at the hidden gun peeking from above the coat on the man’s back. He slowly crawled forward.

“Jaguar. Thinking they’re top shit. Well looky here , I get to kill one and brag all about it.” The weasel man laughed as he slammed the butt of his rifle against the man’s jaw. The blond went to the side with a gritted groan and the weasel only had time to let out a ‘huh?’ as beady eyes saw the barrel of a pistil aimed at him before the bullet went through his neck.

Kenneth panted, gasping like a fish as the gun lay smoking in his hands as the bandit crumpled to the ground, choking on the blood flowing out of his throat. Heaven spit out a small spat of blood onto the dying man from biting his lip from the hit of the rifle and rubbed the angry bruise that now was forming on his freckled jaw.

He pulled his coat back onto his shoulders and re-took his pistil and placed it back on its holder on the back of his belt. He looked at the frighten man with concern and gently lay his hand on his shoulder. Kenneth fell apart, crumbling and crying into his hands.

“Well Sid, look at this mess.”

“IM NOT SID!”

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After a good hour of crying, Kenneth emerged with his glasses hanging from the tip of his pointed nose, from the coach and wobbled a bit as he walked toward the small fire where the blond man was sitting at, cooking a bit of meat and root for lunch. The violet eyed man looked up before standing up to let him have room on the make-shift bench of a log. Kenneth slump down on it and lowered his head as he took the pan and picked at the cooked deer meat with the tips of his index and middle finger.

“Everyone in your group is dead. The horse were cut from the coach and ran off during the fight.” Heaven reported as he grabbed his share and kept it in his hand as he ate.

The brunet nodded and nibbled a bit at the root. “I have to get to town and send word to my employer about what happen. He’ll send someone for me.” His voice was hoarse from crying and felt so tired.

Heaven wiggled his lips a bit and looked at his own pack for advised and sighed, shaking his head. Sid was right. It would lay heavy on his conscience if something were happen to the man were he to leave him on his own now and not take him to town. He was going there anyway to trade his furs and bones for supplies.

“Well eat up, I’ll get you to town once we cleared the area of the bodies and shit.” Heaven couched down next to his pack, the meat hanging from his teeth.

Kenneth nodded and muttered a thank you before putting some deer inside his mouth. His day can’t get any worse then this.