Thanks. I know its not great, but this is part of the prologue in my book. Im twelve, by the way. AND BE BRUTAL!
Gravel crunched beneath the highwayman’s feet as he swiftly approached the wagon. He unsheathed his old sword, wincing at the screech of the rust on metal, and climbed nimbly into the back of it, where he was greeted with a scream.
A young child sat on a chest, frozen with fear. There was shouting and a lurch as the horses stopped dead in their tracks. An old man with a shaggy beard appeared behind the highway man, brandishing a small axe threateningly and breathing heavily. He reeked of whiskey and smoke.
“Who the ruddy 'ell are you?” he wheezed. “Why are you in my wagon?”
“Manners, now,” the highwayman said, giving him a dazzling white smile.
“Manners be damned. Now who are you?”
“My name is William Elwood, and as long as you cooperate I won’t harm you or your family.”
“
Harm us!” he shrieked, showing a smile of rotten teeth. “You can’ be older than seventeen, boy. I’ll be makin’ the threats ‘round here! Abigail darling, climb out the front with your mother, while we talk.”
The terrified child scurried away.
“What do you want, boy?”
“I need money, and you seem to have plenty of valuables back here. I think I’ll be taking them,” William said pleasantly.
“Like ‘ell you will!”
The smile fell off the robber’s face. “Come now, don’t be foolish,” he said. “I would like to leave you and your family alone, but I will do what I must.”
The man let out a horrible shriek and ran at William, swinging the axe madly. The axe met the blade, which cut the head cleanly off. The foolish man continued fighting, flailing the wooden stump and his fist. William laughed, and with an upward flick of his sword, he sliced open the mans left arm.
“I truly am sorry,” he said coldly to the cursing man. “But you’re lucky I left your arm on.”
The man gave a disappointed sigh.
William quickly rummaged through the bags and boxes in the wagon.
He left with a large purse of money, a set of pewter silverware, and a fine gold necklace, once again smiling his perfect smile.
No, William was not proud of his profession, but he would do what he must
Gravel crunched beneath the highwayman’s feet as he swiftly approached the wagon. He unsheathed his old sword, wincing at the screech of the rust on metal, and climbed nimbly into the back of it, where he was greeted with a scream.
A young child sat on a chest, frozen with fear. There was shouting and a lurch as the horses stopped dead in their tracks. An old man with a shaggy beard appeared behind the highway man, brandishing a small axe threateningly and breathing heavily. He reeked of whiskey and smoke.
“Who the ruddy 'ell are you?” he wheezed. “Why are you in my wagon?”
“Manners, now,” the highwayman said, giving him a dazzling white smile.
“Manners be damned. Now who are you?”
“My name is William Elwood, and as long as you cooperate I won’t harm you or your family.”
“
Harm us!” he shrieked, showing a smile of rotten teeth. “You can’ be older than seventeen, boy. I’ll be makin’ the threats ‘round here! Abigail darling, climb out the front with your mother, while we talk.”
The terrified child scurried away.
“What do you want, boy?”
“I need money, and you seem to have plenty of valuables back here. I think I’ll be taking them,” William said pleasantly.
“Like ‘ell you will!”
The smile fell off the robber’s face. “Come now, don’t be foolish,” he said. “I would like to leave you and your family alone, but I will do what I must.”
The man let out a horrible shriek and ran at William, swinging the axe madly. The axe met the blade, which cut the head cleanly off. The foolish man continued fighting, flailing the wooden stump and his fist. William laughed, and with an upward flick of his sword, he sliced open the mans left arm.
“I truly am sorry,” he said coldly to the cursing man. “But you’re lucky I left your arm on.”
The man gave a disappointed sigh.
William quickly rummaged through the bags and boxes in the wagon.
He left with a large purse of money, a set of pewter silverware, and a fine gold necklace, once again smiling his perfect smile.
No, William was not proud of his profession, but he would do what he must