The Man in black

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Chapter Nineteen
The Boy In Green


Peyton tried to think of how he could repress Cleon again.
Cleon was becoming more active the stronger he became..
it had something to do with soul edge!
Peyton stood up from the bed, he knew what he had to do now.

It was a long trip but they eventually stopped in a port city of a giant city.
Before he and Tira could disembarked they were stopped by a young boy in green, he smiled at them.
"Sir.. may I travel with you and your friend? I don't know this land very well.."
Tira looked at Peyton who looked back before both looked at the boy.
Tira scoffed at him, "Bah.. we don't need another kid tagging along,
we just got rid of your little fuck buddy Peyton!"
Peyton shook his head..

Peyton thought to himself before asking, "Well.. can you fight?"
The boy nodded eagerly.
Peyton brought his hand back to rest on the hilt of his sword.
"Show me your strength!"

Peyton hefted his sword as the boy brought out his own weapon.
He fought much like Cassandra and Sophitia would, opting to use a sword and shield.
The shield was adorned by what appeared to be a bird lifting into flight before
three triangles and his sword bore the same three triangles. A radiant white light
shone from the blade.

The boy rushed in quickly, swinging his blade at Peytons chest in a diagonal slash.
Peyton jumped back and started to counter when the boy came in again, the boy was fast!
The boy followed him back, slashing the whole time as he dodge backwards until they reached a wall.
The boy smirked, he had the man.. or so he thought..

He slashed again but The man ran up and rebounded off the wall, falling behind him.
The boy turned to attack but was caught with the blunt end of the massive blade the man carried.
His sword fell out of his hand and he looked up, seemingly beaten.

Peyton smirked as he hefted his blade up over his shoulder and offered the boy a hand up.
The boy looked at his hand and flipped to the side and scooping his sword up.
Peyton brought the blade down to stop him but missed as the young man flipped over his head and brought the sword around,
stopping it inches from his kneck.
Peyton grinned, "Not bad kid, not bad"
He offered a hand to the boy in friendship, "Name's Peyton.. and you?"
The boy took his hand and shook it, "I'm Link.."

~Aren't you going to introduce me too?~

"Not now"

Peyton stared blankly, "Um.. not now what?"
Link shook his head, "Oh uh, nevermind.. let's get going then huh?"
Peyton nodded in agreement to his newest ally and they set off into the city.

Peyton heard a loud ding and looked up, spying a giant clock tower.
He gathered his two companions to talk to them.
"Alright.. at.. lets say, four o'clock meet back here, under the clock tower.
Link nodded, "right!" and ran off towards the central plaza.
Tira shrugged and walked off, waving to him with the back of her hand, she headed towards the housing district.
They all split up to search the city for any clues or rumors of the cursed sword.

Tira walked down a back alley, humming a strange tune as she looked at the shabby houses
(and sotpping to kick the occasional homeless person). She stopped in front of
A robed man, his hood covered his face. She gave him a disgusted look before continueing on.. she felt
somethign odd about that one. Tira found a local assassin guild in one of
the back alley's. They were all too eager to give her any information they could after a little "persuasion".
Tira cackled at the man who had dared to strike her down.
The man was now missing an arm and a leg and surrounded by his dead followers.
She grabbed the mans hair and lifted him up, Taking great satisfaction in the screams he
made. Tira licked her lips and blood poured from his wounds.
She tilted her head to the side, "what do you know of soul edge?"
The man was dazed from the vicious attack that had claimed the lives of his followers and his limbs and did not speak.
Tira sighed, putting her hands on either side of his head and twisted slowly, making small cracking sounds.
The man screamed for her to stop, She smiled and asked her question again.
The man shook his head to refocus.
"The blade? n-no.. I do not know of it's location.."
Tira frowned at him.
"Then what good are you? such a pity.. hee hee!"
Tira lifted her Drossal up to finish the man off when he yelled out for her to stop.
"N-no wait, i do know something though.. a man was also looking for it as well.. he still resides within
the city!"
Tira smiled at him and chuckled.
"There.. was that so hard?"
She turned around to leave and the man breathed a sigh of relief.
Tira stopped and looked behind her.
"Oh! I almost forgot!"
She brought the drossal in a spin around her arm, severing the mans head clean from his body, blood sprayed up
from the stump.
She breathed in heavily as it rained down, letting it fall on her.
"mmmmmm, that's much better!"
She walked out of the alley towards the street, The hooded figure followed behind her..

Link asked several people in the plaza about the blade..
The people were reluctant to say anythign about the blade, opting to either
make an excuse or completely ignore his question.
He sighed, leaning on a rail to steady himself, he was still wobbly from
his trip across the sea..

He sighed. It did not look like he was going to get any answers at this rate.
He felt someone tap him on his houdler and he turned around, his head jerked back.
He was staring level into the chest of a "well endowed" woman with white hair.
She smiled at him, "Excuse me there, but I couldn't help but overhear.. you are searching for soul edge?"
, the woman's accent was very exotic.
Link swallowed and nodded, it took every ounce of energy to not stare into those large breasts..
She motioned for him to walk with her down the street, which he did eagerly.
"I do actually know a bit about the blade.. but we cannot discuss it here.. what do you say to continuing
this discussion in my manor later?"
He looked at her, shocked.
"Y-you mean your house?"
Her smile broadened, "Why yes.. I find it to be quite comfortable.. you're not shy are you?"
Link shook his head, "No.. no.. I mean that.. well I have two other companions and.."
She rose a hand to stop him.
"Say no more I understand! you would feel better i nthe company of friends.. very well,
They may come as well.. where are they?"
Link scratched the back of his head, "well, we're searching for clues seperately and are meeting up
at the clock tower at four o'clock tonight.."
The woman nodded, "Well, why don't we have something to drink while we wait?"
She lead him over to a small cafe.


Peyton rested under the shadow of the clock tower.
He hated to admit it but he could find no leads or clues..
Every time he went out to ask someone he would hear wispers behind his back
about his clothing and the butcher..
He sighed, crossing his arms and clossing his eyes.
He was about to go out and try again when he heard his voice being
called from within the clock tower itself.
He looked around apprehensivly before entering.
Giant gears and other sorts of machinery chunred and clicked within the giant tower, he jumped onto
a central gear and looked around, he could see no one.
Then he heard his voice being called again.

"Ah, there you are Peyton.. Butcher of Armindale.. I must apoligize but I cannot
allow a monster like you to wield that sword again.. I will have to destroy you!"
Peyton looked up to see a giant cog wheel fall down towards him, he easily rolled out of
the way and pulled his sword out and got ready.

A bald black man landed on the central platform as well, brandishing a giant scythe.
Peyton narrowed his eyes at the man.. and they said his wepaon was an odd one..
The man bowed slightly.
"yes.. that's what it takes butcher!"
Peyton raised his blade level to the man.
"My name is Peyton not butcher.. get it right!"
The man smiled and introduced himself, pointing to himself he said
"I am Zasalamel, and this place shall be your grave.."
The man ran forward and twirled his sscythe around and around, he was so fast with it that
he couldn't counter it!
Peyton blcoked attacks over and over, not able to find any leverage to attack himself.
Zasalamel laughed, "You'll have to do better than that to survive Butcher!"
Peyton swung the blunt side of his blade down and tripped the man, brining the sharp side down to
finish him..
The blade sunk into nothing..
"Wha?" peyton muttered.
The man re-appeared behind him, "Back here boy!"
He spun around and slashed, nothing again!
Peyton turned aorund again but this time was met by the sharp end of the scythe burrying into his arm.
Zasalamel forced him to a knee.
Zasalamel shook his head and pushed down harder, burrying the edge in further.
"You are not worthy of finding that sword.. relinquish and I will end your pain!"
Peyton gritted his teeth and attempted to rise, the scythe sunk in further..
Peyton looked up at the man with fire burning in his eyes, forcing him and the scythe back.
Zasalamel stared in disbelief as he stood up, the tip burried deep in his arm.
Peyton crossed his arms and flung them out, sending a shockwave of darkness out and catching the man
in the chest, sending him over the edge and into the gears of the tower below..
Peyton pulled the scythe out of his arm and threw it down behind him,
walking shakily out of the tower..

Zasalamel's puppet had been destroyed.. This man may indeed help him
end his immortality! Zasalamel strode forward to collect his scythe and looked
down at the dead puppet lying in the gears.
He shook his head and laughed.

Peyton leaned against the tower.. he was really pissed now..
The clock read 7:00 and they still weren't here!
Peyton grumbled and crossed his arms before immediately regretting it and holding his injured shoulder.
He sighed and sat down, falling asleep as he sat there.

He was awoken by someone calling to him.
"sir?"
He looekd up into the face of a young woman, she wore a servants outfit.
She held a torch to help her see.
She smiled nervously, "You wouldn't happen to be Sir Peyton would you?"
He nodded.
She held out her hand and motioned for him to follow.
"I've been instructed to bring you to my mistresses manor, please follow"

Peyton entered the manor angrily, holding his bleeding shoulder.
The servant screamed at the sight of blood and rushed to get something to treat him with before
he bled all over the fine carpet..

Peyton barged through the doors leading to the dining room, Tira and Link sat at the table eating
and chatting with a woman about something.. he was furious now.
They looked up at him, Tira smirked while Link smacked his forhead.
The boy had forgotten to come back and Tira just hadn't cared.. some allies..
He came over and stood at the opposite side of the table, glaring at them coldly.
"Glad to see you were enjoying yourselves!"
The woman rested her head on her chin and looked at him passivly.
"Do you mind not shouting, it is so uncivil.."
Peyton glared at her, practically snarling.
"And who the hell are you?! why are they here with you?"
The woman sighed and stood up, placing her hands on the small of her
back and thrusting her bosom outward.
"I am Ivy, owner of the home you stand in and your friends here
have been enjoying dinner until you barged in yelling!"
He narrowed his eyes at her.
She cocked her head, noticing the blood hitting the ground.
"Do you mind not bleeding all over my manor? this marble is quite expensive!"
He turned and started for the door, talking to Link and Tira as he left.
"You two do what you want.. i'll sleep in an inn!"
"Fraid not.." called out Ivy.
Peyton turned his head to look at her.
He smirked, "Oh really? my money not good enough for this town?"
Icy shook her head, "Not at all.. but you
cannot purchase a room in any of the inns after six o
clock.. this city has a curfew to deturr thieves"
Peyton grumbled and turned back around.
Ivy stared at hsi back.
"Why not sleep here tonight?" she mused.
Peyton glared at her over his shoulder,
"No thanks.. think i'll sleep in the street tonight.."
He barged out the door, followed by the worried servant who he waved away.

After dinner they all got ready for bed, Tira slept in a large room in the southern wing as he slept
near the master bedroom. Ivy had been giving him strange looks before he had gone to bed.. why was she
being so nice to a complete stranger?
He looked up at the ceiling, his mind began to wander and his vision filled with the sight of
Ivy's breasts..
He heard a small laughing sound near him.

~oooh, aren't you a naughty boy! I wonder what Illia would say!~
Link looked over tp see a small imp-like creature sitting in a chair near the bed, staring at him
with her fiery eyes..
"Come on Midna.. give me a break.." He groaned.
Midna giggled and floated over, patting him on the head like a dog.
~aaw, don't worry boy, i'm just teasing you~
Link smacked her small hand away, annoyed..
"Enough of that Midna.. i'm not a dog.."
Midna cackled at that claim!
~heeeheeeheh, you were when I found you!~
He sighed inwardly, he had been listening to her say that
ever since she rescued him from Twilight..

He rested his hands behind his head and looked up at the cealing, this time thinking of
his current quest.
"Midna.. what do you think of our new allies?"
Midna rested her head on her hand and rocked from side to side in wonderment.
~hmm.. I suppose you can trust the man.. though the girl is a odd
one and dangerous.. be careful around her~
Link nodded, and looked away only to look back again to ask mroe quesitons.
Link frowned, "Midna.. was Mr. Peyton mad at me?"
Midna laughed.
~I doubt it.. he was likely angry at the girl, you were too busy being seduced by a buxom
mistress! hehehee~
Link blushed and looked away, "I.. was not!"

A soft rapping on the door brought their discussion to an end as Midna merged with the boys shadow.
Link called out for whoever it was to enter and was shoked by who it was..

Ivy stood in the doorway, she wore a nightie that showed off more than it actually hid.
Her nipples and pubic hair were clearly visible through the nightie..
Link could feel his face redden as she approached.
She walked over to him, running a hand along the bedspread and leaning over him, smiing sweetly.
She stared into his eyes.
"well, how are you Link? are you comfy? I just came from your friends room.. she
was already asleep.."
Link nodded and his eyes began to wander, stopping on her breasts.. He began to get an erection..
Ivy turned to leave when she saw a small spike poking up from the covers.
She titled her head and smiled, "what do we have here?" she teased.
Link tried to tell her that it was nothing but she pulled the covers away to reveal his boner
sticking up against his underwear. She gasped in false suprise.
"Oh my! what is this?"
Ivy reached out and slid her hand under his undear, taking hold of his manhood.
Link jerked at her touch, what in the world was this woman doing to him?
She crawled up on top of him and held his arms down, smiling the whole time.
Link's dick was completely hard as he chocked on his words.
"M-Mrs. Ivy.. what a-are you doing?"
Ivy looked down at him sweetly, "You just leave it all to me darling.."
She leaned down and kissed him before sliding down..

Midna sat outside the door, listening to their sounds of love-making.
She sied and shook her head.
~Link.. you idiot..~

Peyton sat in an allyway trying to go to sleep.
There were several homless people in the vicinity
but none dared to go near him out of fear.
He clutched his arm, his head was fuzzy and filled like it was filled with feathers..
His arm had begun to stop bleeding but he had lost so much that he was weary.
He was about to fall asleep when he heard soft crying coming from nto too far away.
He looked over to see a small girl and boy being held by what appeared to be their mother.
They were huddled around some trash they had apparently collected.
The boy sifted through the garbage, looking for food.
Peyton sighed, standing up and walking to stand before them.
He looekd them over, the children were so gaunt and frail..
no child should have to experience this..
The boy glared at hi mangrily, as if it was his fault that they had to live like this.
He reached into his robe, the boy sprung up to protect his mother, shielding her from any
attack. Peyton pulled out a pouch filled with gold.
The boys eyes went wide as he took hold of the boys hand and placed the bag in his hand.

The boy was amazed, he looked up at Peyto nwith utter disbelief.
The mother grasped his pants leg and wept life her daughter.
She exclaimed over and over, "Thank you so much.. thank you thank you thank you!"
He held her, and put a finger to his lips, motioning towards the other stronger homeless.
"Take your children somewhere safe until you can use it.."
With tears in her eyes the woman gathered her children and led them from the alley.
Peyton sat back in his spot, feeling good about what he had done.
The smile he had been wearing was washed away by a sudden burning pain in his shoulder and
the loud crack of thunder from the clouds above him.
He sighed and looked up.. it was going to be a long night..
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Rest in peice anna nichole..
that was random huh?