Dartho (not based on my old RPG)

tottyfruitty said:
I cant help but stare at your avvie ;)
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Um...ditto. lol.

Anyway, I shall start work on the next part soon, promise. I need to get back into "story Zone" and think of where to go......not really. I'm just busy with other stuff currently, but I promise, it is on my mind.
 
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tottyfruitty said:
Lol okay. 'Story zone' :p
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lol...knew you'd not buy that. :p


(Chapter 7, Part 5)

Ben and Tabitha did nothing, they just stared at each other for a moment.
There was the sound of a brawl happening in a nearby pub down the street, the noise came from the back-alley that led into Downtown London.
The two orphans did not notice, it was a frequent occurance upon the streets. As long as the orphans were not the ones involved, it was nothing to do with them, as was the case right now.
The noise soon died down and Tabitha opened her mouth to speak in this brief quiet moment.
"Thank you," she heard herself saying.
After the dream she had, Tabitha had found her own voice sounded weird to her.
Ben did not do anything for a moment but then his small shoulders shrugged and he smiled at Tabitha.
Tabitha managed a smile herself. Despite being rescued, Tabitha was not accustomed to it, having lived off the streets and fending for herself.
"Just because I'm a girl, don't expect me to ask for your help," she stated to the small orphan boy.
Tabitha noticed Ben seemed confused, maybe bewildered by her harsh tone. She had to remind herself that this boy had done no wrong to her, the opposite in fact and had not even asked for anything in return.
And he looked rather scrawny, shorter then a normal boy of his age.
'Obviously the runt of the litter,' thought Tabitha to herself, but not in a mean way.

(to be continued)
 
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SimonW said:
lol...knew you'd not buy that. :p


(Chapter 7, Part 5)

Ben and Tabitha did nothing, they just stared at each other for a moment.
There was the sound of a brawl happening in a nearby pub down the street, the noise came from the back-alley that led into Downtown London.
The two orphans did not notice, it was a frequent occurance upon the streets. As long as the orphans were not the ones involved, it was nothing to do with them, as was the case right now.
The noise soon died down and Tabitha opened her mouth to speak in this brief quiet moment.
"Thank you," she heard herself saying.
After the dream she had, Tabitha had found her own voice sounded weird to her.
Ben did not do anything for a moment but then his small shoulders shrugged and he smiled at Tabitha.
Tabitha managed a smile herself. Despite being rescued, Tabitha was not accustomed to it, having lived off the streets and fending for herself.
"Just because I'm a girl, don't expect me to ask for your help," she stated to the small orphan boy.
Tabitha noticed Ben seemed confused, maybe bewildered by her harsh tone. She had to remind herself that this boy had done no wrong to her, the opposite in fact and had not even asked for anything in return.
And he looked rather scrawny, shorter then a normal boy of his age.
'Obviously the runt of the litter,' thought Tabitha to herself, but not in a mean way.

(to be continued)
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ACh. I love this Ben.....:p
 
lol....I'm sorry, been away. I know you girls dun want to wait so long. :p

(chapter 7, part 6)

Ben felt slightly hurt by what the girl said to him. He knew the way of the streets but did not know that this girl felt so strongly about it.
He knew the streets better, having possibly one or more years to his credit then the girl did, though he could not really tell the girl's age, she seemed younger then himself.
Holding his scruffy hat, Ben opened his mouth and inhaled the foggy air as if to speak, but instead he just held it in and then gently breathed out without a sound, placing his cap upon his head.
Dust and soot appeared to crumble from this simple action, coming from Ben's cap and fell to the already dusty and dirty ground, indistinquishable to the naked eye.
Ben turned arround and started to walk down the dark cobblestoned street. If the girl did not want his help, which he did not blame her for, then so be it.
Many people looked down at him, obviously because he was short for his age, but in a rather disgusted manner. Ben had lived with that for two years, being shorter then the other orphan boys, being picked on and bullied because he was frail and weak, too small to do anything about it.
And this girl, whom he saved twice, he understood how she felt, in a way.
'Why would anyone wanna be saved by a boy like me?' he often asked himself, especially on the first occasion when he had met up with Tabitha.
Ben was halfway down the road when he heard a voice cry out to him.

"Wait!" shouted out Tabitha.
Tabitha had seen the look on the boy's face before he had turned and started walking away. She felt sad and horrible for the way she had spoken to him earlier.
Tabitha saw the boy pause and stop walking after she called out, his head turning sideways as if to look back at her. But it never fully turned, he was probably waiting to hear what she had to say.

(End of Chapter 7)
 
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Sir Benjamin the Lion said:
I caught up!! sorry, alex, I haven't been on much. :(

Friendship....Ben....deary me....what kind of Friendship are you implying here? :p Like Godfather?
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lol...it okay, Ben. The point is, you caught up. :D
Missed ya comments, though. :)

lol....no, Benjamin. I mean, she's 10, he's 12. I think TF meant as in just friends/friends way.
 
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lol...

Chapter 8: With The Enemy....

"I'm sorry if I sounded mean," stated Tabitha.
She did not know if he had heard her or not, for the boy had not moved since Tabitha had cried out earlier.
A cold wind rushed past Tabitha, making her realise how cold she was. Clinging to her arms and feeling the skin of her left shoulder where the shadow had torn away the sleeve of her long singlet, Tabitha waited nervously while still looking at the boy.

Ben stood still, he had noticed a shadowy form out of the corner of his eye move stealthily across the wall. Wether this shadow was something normal from the alleyway or the thing that had taken other orphans, he was not quite sure.
The girl had stated something but Ben did not really pay attention to her. He knew she was offering some form of apology, but Ben did not need pity from anyone. He was used to people putting him down and was also used to the same or other people saying they were sorry.
Wether she meant it or not, but Ben could tell the girl meant it, was not reallyany of his concern right now. They were not safe, especially in the alleyway of Downtown London.

(to be continued)
 
The long-awaited return of Dartho! :D


(Chapter 8, part 2)

Tabitha could not wait any longer, she felt the boy could at least look at her when she was trying to say sorry.
Sighing, Tabitha stepped forward with resolve, not caring if the boy faced her or not any longer. She passed him and was starting her descent down the alleyway of Downtown London until something stopped her. She felt the boy’s hand clasp her own. Glancing back as best she could with her saw shoulder, Tabitha looked into the eyes of Ben.
“Please, don’t leave,” stated Ben as he held the hand of the girl he had saved moments ago.
Tabitha felt touched slightly, this boy was reaching out to her, but she also felt remorseful about what she said next.
“Why should I?” she asked with contempt.
“Because…we both need a friend in this place,” replied back Ben to Tabitha.
It had occurred to Tabitha how stupid it sounded but also how right the boy was. Despite the way of the streets, no orphan went off alone into the great unknown without any support, period.
With a sense of silent understanding passing between the two orphans, Tabitha stopped resisting and her arm fell limp as she continued to hold onto Ben’s hand and her other held the crescent moon she wore around her neck.
Without saying another word, the two children walked together into the darkened area that led to Downtown London.

(to be continued...)
 
(chapter 8, part 3)

To anyone on the streets of London it would probably look odd to see two kids wandering in the Main Street. One with the clothes of a common beggar, the other wearing a flimsy long singlet that was torn at the shoulder and had blood stains upon it.
But, as this was Downtown London, this was not the case. There were not as many people as there was on Main Street and the ones that were there were too drunk to notice or just didn’t care about two orphans roaming the streets, no matter their condition.
If one thought the upper-streets of London was bad, obviously one had never been to Downtown London. The area was filled with the aura of death and decay, nobody travelled here unless they were running from something or someone. The population was that of drunken bums and degenerates that were most likely on the wrong side of the law. The only decent folk were the ones whom were half-mad or the lowliest of the low. They all ended up in the same place, Downtown London.
Tabitha and Ben had never ventured into this area of London before and the only person whom they knew had been was The Illustrator. But he was hardly likely to be any help to them at the moment.
Coming from the alleyway, Tabitha and Ben made their way slowly along the brick wall of a street corner. The dark cloud of smog seemed more ominous above them, no chance of sunlight at all today. In all her life, Tabitha had only seen the sun twice. Once, which she could not recall, was when she was a baby and her father had held her in his arms at a window, the sunlight shining through the sheet of glass effortlessly.
The second time was with her surrogate father, The Illustrator, when she was starting to learn with him. They shared the moment to themselves, a rare moment in time when the other orphans were not there to see it because they were asleep. Tabitha had felt then that it was a special day, only for her and The Illustrator. And it was, for she learnt things that day what the others did not know. Things that, given the circumstances, had scared her slightly but also amazed her. That was a day she would never forget. And has not since…
“Oi! Watch where ya goin’!” shouted out a voice, which made Tabitha lose her train of thought as she and Ben collided into a person.
Backing away slightly, Tabitha glanced at the person. It was a man, slumped against the wall. He had coarse bristles across his face on his chin and upper lip. Dressed in what appeared to be a moth-eaten and grimy scarf wrapped round his neck and the typical brown rugged clothes of a bum. A squashed-up brown top hat sat upon a mess of untidy and gritty black hair. Tabitha could practically smell the whiskey emitting from the man’s breath as he talked. No ordinary bum…most likely a street drunkard whom slumped wherever he pleased to stop dizziness from too much drinking.
“Ahh, rotten kids! Away with ya!” yelled out the tirade of the drunken cur.


(to be continued)
 
(chapter 8, part 4)

Ben stared at the wild man, wide-eyed in wondering terror. Despite not being particularly dangerous, drunks were known for their unfathomable and irrational fury.
Knowing they were wasting time, as the thing could be following them at any moment, Ben held tight as he veered away from the yelling drunk and ran with Tabitha in tow. The bum’s drunken words echoed after them until it died down in the distance. Making their way down a side street, Ben and Tabitha sat down on the ground to catch their breath. It was a quiet alleyway, the ground felt hard and cold with a slimy substance that neither orphan wanted to have a guess as to what it was.
Within the darkness, it was hard to see yet Tabitha could make out that they were within a small alcove. Leaning back, Tabitha clutched her shoulder; it was starting to hurt again.
Ben was beside her, his hat slightly askew and his grimy red hair poking out underneath it at all sides. Ben was not looking at Tabitha, he had his mind elsewhere. The drunk had not chased them, that much was certain to him. He had a serious look upon his face as he stared out across the alleyway to a blank wall. The shadow he saw earlier when Tabitha was saying sorry to him, it was engraved in his mind. Like a nightmare he could not escape, the distorted figure that seemed to terrify him. Ben snapped back to reality as Tabitha’s head slumped onto his shoulder. Glancing up, Ben saw the scowling face of a man before he was hit on the head by the man’s wooden cane. Ben lost his sense of sight; he saw everything in blackness and then…nothing.

(To be continued...)
 
( chapter 8, part 5 (last part) )

Tabitha had roused herself awake slowly and her vision was blurry. She knew they were moving, that much was certain to her. As her vision and mind became clearer, Tabitha noticed she was in darkness, possibly a box of some kind. Her feet and hands were tied with coarse rope.
“Ben?” she asked softly while still in a daze.
It was then known to Tabitha that Ben was not with her. Feeling scared and frustrated, Tabitha struggled to free her hands and feet by wriggling around in the condensed area. It was no good, the rope was dirty but strong and it only caused Tabitha to lightly bruise her wrists and ankles. Sobbing silently to herself, Tabitha gave up the effort. Bringing her bound hands closer to her chest, Tabitha lightly gripped her crescent moon necklace. It felt cool in her hands, easing her suffering slightly as it had done on other occasions.
After what appeared like hours but was most likely minutes, Tabitha felt the movement stop, her body slightly rolled to the front of the box. After a moment, Tabitha felt the box being lifted. She would have yelled out but her head still felt slightly woozy. She was not sure she was capable of trying to scream yet. Besides, whomever it was that knocked her and Ben out would probably get mad if she tried to scream.
Feeling helpless as she clutched her crescent-shaped necklace ornament, Tabitha whimpered very slightly and curled up as best she could in the confined space.


End of Chapter 8.
 
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