Chronicle of Methuss, Chapter 5

“Ellaine!!!” Logan yelled.

The sight of Ellaine dropping on the ground with blood spurting out of her chest is not beautiful…

The mysterious gunman laughed. After puffing off the smoke from his gun barrel, he looked at Logan and said:

“Hah, Ha Ha! Well, isn’t this such an art?”

Logan looked at the man, furious. “You just shot a lady, point blank on the chest and you called this ART?! What and who are you?! Why do you steal life easily away from somebody?!?!”

The man simply answered: “Heh…. She asked for salvation, salvation is what shall I grant. Besides, the sound of a woman moaning during her death…Ahhh, the pleasure…”

“I’LL SHOW YOU ART!” Logan shouted, breaking the silence in the middle of the night as more and more people scramble to see what is going on. Logan withdrew his pistol and started firing to the direction of the man, but as he is firing in rage none of his shots hit.

The gunmen sidestepped, and snapped his pistol back to live again. Replying Logan’s gunshots, he aimed at precision and pulled his trigger while sidestepping. It did not hit Logan, but slightly grazed him on the cheek.

Logan didn’t care, he charged furiously at the gunman. Anger overcoming him, it took him awhile to realise that the gunman had fired again. This time hitting his legs.

Logan yelled, then after he fell to the ground his yelling become grunting and panting.

“It’s such a pity, Mr. Logan… You’re harsh and foolish, and I believe this is the end of you” as the gunman says so, suddenly a group of police officers showed up and locked their rifles. Pointing towards the gunman.

“You there, drop your weapon!” the police commander yelled. His tone serious.

“And if I don’t? What will you…” before the gunman could remain silent, the police commander released a shot which hits the gunman’s weapon and send it flying on the air.

“I’m Commander Emmanuel Bronzino of the Auchtian Police Force!!!” The commander introduced himself, then he continued “You’re under arrest for attempted murder, third degree murder, and noise obstruction after curfew! You will follow us quietly, and comply with us police or we’ll riddle you with bullets until you’re unidentifiable!!! What you say can be used against you!”

The gunman paused, looked at his hand from which his gun was flewn from and laughed at Emmanuel’s direction.

“What’s so funny?” Emmanuel replied

“If I may comply” says the gunman with a little chuckle “You stupid police really have no idea on who you’re against, huh? You think us Frotztitanz clan members are pushovers?!”

Emmanuel didn’t hesitate at such words, he ordered one of his man to put the gunner into custody. “Ferdinand! Cuff that idiot, and bring him in!”

“Yes, sir!” Officer Ferdinand replied.

Officer Ferdinand and Commander Emmanuel… Some might think that just because they’re simple infantry clad in coat armor, they’re merely pushovers and easily beaten by heroes running amok in the New World. However, this rule doesn’t apply now as the forces in the three major towns Reboldoeux, Coimbra, and Auch are handpicked by their commanders to ensure safety of pioneers and new worlders venturing the New World. Emmanuel has a stern and resolute face, while Ferdinand appears to be your stoic everyday infantry.

However, the old saying goes…. “Never judge a book by it’s cover”, really does work here…..

NOT

This man Emmanuel approached Logan, kneeling beside a bloodied and battered Logan he asked:

“Are you a Pioneer, sire?”

“Aye, yes I am. My good man” Logan’s breath is unstable. It turns out to be that the bullet didn’t only hit him square on his leg. One stray one also penetrated his stomach.

“You’re lucky sire, the one in your stomach doesn’t hit your innards. Or you might be gone by now.” Emmanuel looks back at his man, and ordered one of them to come towards him.

“Oy, Giancomo!!! Come here and patch up this gentleman”

“But wait, what about her….?” Logan tried to pick himself up

“Aye, nothing we can do sire. She got his straight in the chest. Knew what I mean? Point Blank to make it worse…”

Logan’s face changed. For a second, he felt that the world had dropped on his shoulders. His face and mind was blank. Why does she have to die over a dispute of brotherly boy love?! He asked himself… He knew boy lovers exist yes, and he’s also aware of the existence of women who enjoys looking at boy love, but to die because her wish unfulfilled?!

“Come sire, I’ll help you…. WHAT THE?!”

There was a slashing noise, followed by Officer Ferdinand shouting. Blood dripped from his arm as Ferdinand held a grip on himself.

“Whoa, first you resist arrest and now you’re assaulting an officer?! Men! Open fire! Show no mercy!!!” Emmanuel ordered his squad to fire at the fleeing gunman. The gunman turned out to be more agile than anyone could imagine. Dodging every bullet, and jumping around places. He made haste towards a small gangway, and entered it.

“RAAGGGH!!!! Pursue him!!! No one hurts my men, and gets away with it! Alfonso, you stay and take care of Ferdinand!!! Rodriguez! Send this letter to Lieutenant Giovanni! Request more men, and tell him to shut of the city gates!!!”

“Sir, the man is on the rooftop!!”

“SAY WHAT?!”

“I’m not joking, he’s on the rooftop!”

Ferdinand, one arm rendered bleeding pulled out his side arm and began firing towards the figure on the roof top. Logan followed, and soon gunfire orchestrated throughout the night of Auch. Breaking the silent night, and awakening absolutely everyone in the city.

A man, who was standing outside his house watched and listened to the gunfire and the running troops. He smiled and pickep up his lute and began composing.

“Hey, Vincente!” Says another man who looked a bit sleepy. He rubbed his eyes, and was standing in the front door of the musician’s bedroom. “What’s all that racket, bud?”

“Nothing, Lorch…” replies Vincente, continuing to play his lute. “Looks like someone broke out the town jail and he/she is now being pursued”

“I say, man… Everytime you hear a noise do you really have to compose a music based on it?” Lorch asked again.

“Why not?” Vincente replied “Good music is born throughout random places and time, my dear Lorch….”

Lorch grumbled and fixes his messy hair. He finally got around and said “Don’t “dear” me, you foo… It creeps me out”

“Okay, how about darling?”

“No, thanks”

“Beloved?”

“No”

“Sweetheart?”

“Vincente… I said…”

“My dear boyfriend?”

“For the last time, I said…..”

“How about “mon cherrie”?”

“THAT’S IT, just go and compose your songs but stop calling me names!” Lorch slams Vincente’s bedroom door after saying that. His grumbling noise still can be heard.

“My, my, my….. He sure is an angry one, isn’t he?” Vincente chuckled and continues to strum his lute. He paid attention back to his room window, and looked at the running figure on the city walls. “Now, what are you gonna do O, pursued one?”