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Part III
It bothered me. Danced around my mind as do many things. Why was my dear sister a dark omen to the likes if Witley? He so casually strikes me, and demands from me, but her? He was silenced simply by her presence.
This morning as I woke from the wooden floor I set my head upon, the thought still hung over me. I gave it a passing moment briefly the other day, but it returns just as alarming as ever. My body which lay upon my bed stirred as I laid still staring at what I could, seeing nothing but what could a sweet and gentle woman, such as Emma, have done to acquire this reputation.
I take not granted that I am inexperienced with this family, I am fully aware that I am an imbecile when it comes to this mystical and supernatural affairs, yet why has she such a grit to her, so to dim the likes of him, and still be unheard of less than that of the horseman himself?
It could not be because of relations with the spectre, or I would receive the same respect. I read her entire life before and saw nothing of this, and even in my vague memory I do remember that she had no interactions before with Witley.
I finally focus enough from my reiterating questions to get my decapitated self out of the bed. My feet land near the pillow, I notice a chipped nail. I bend over and rub it and conclude it must be from the traveling to grandmother's.
I cradle my head as I stand straight and place it on for the rituals.
Withdraws and deposits, back and forth, all day and my mind couldn't focus. John was busy, so much in fact, he took no notice that I never greeted any customers until closing. One question after the other, What gold does grandfather possess? Why is grandmother so certain that Sleepy Hollow's demise would come if the horseman was re-united with his own head? Would Witley dare come against Emma?
“Robert. I sense something is wrong.”
I look at John and sigh, “Obvious?”
He nods solemnly, and I nod with him, “I just... need to clear my head.”
“You know I am always here for you.”
“I kno-”
“ OH DEAR!!! Dinner with Emma!” John interrupted, “Cheer up! We made a decent number today!”
John was out the door before I could blink. I chuckle at this blast of irony, and lock up. The rest of the night dragged on and I with my pipe thought alone.
I dozed off, asleep in my chair, so I did not hear them come in.
A swift kick and I and my chair toppled over. My head tumbled to the floor landing upsidedown facing Witley and two of his best trusted. The local officer and a common street thug stood in sadistic aw at my condition. Witley, his grin could not be brighter.
“You may do as you please, but keep him alive.” Witley said and the two went to work.
They bash my knees and back with their clubs and kicked my head to the wall. My nose bloodied, my body coiled, and my screams unheard. Witley grabbed my scalp and carried me to the fireplace. My eyes watered, yet I clearly could see the evil grin upon his face as he heated up a rod.
At some point I stopped feeling the pain my body was receiving and I began to focus on the glowing tip of the poker.
“Now now dear friend. You....will cooperate.” he hissed in a most elegant manner, “No body is going to help you. No....body”
He glances at my headless defenseless self.
The glowing tip waves to and fro.
“If.....you go and see the horseman. Pray......he finds me, because you will die.”
The grin grows, “Like your father.”
Time stood still. A picture frame of the thugs standing motionless. All didn't matter now. I knew now.
I was brought back to painful reality when the poker contacted with my cheek. The fur and flesh scorched and the pain unthinkable.
He dropped the poker and tossed me to his dogs and they proceeded to box my head around with their clubs. I was a game to them.
Last thing to hit my ears was Witley calling them, “Come on children. We have work tomorrow.”
They exit first, and the judge glared at my wounded head with a devil of a smile, “Oh, and your pudgy friend. Don't expect him to return to work tomorrow. He may be.....a little broken.”
I pass out
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It bothered me. Danced around my mind as do many things. Why was my dear sister a dark omen to the likes if Witley? He so casually strikes me, and demands from me, but her? He was silenced simply by her presence.
This morning as I woke from the wooden floor I set my head upon, the thought still hung over me. I gave it a passing moment briefly the other day, but it returns just as alarming as ever. My body which lay upon my bed stirred as I laid still staring at what I could, seeing nothing but what could a sweet and gentle woman, such as Emma, have done to acquire this reputation.
I take not granted that I am inexperienced with this family, I am fully aware that I am an imbecile when it comes to this mystical and supernatural affairs, yet why has she such a grit to her, so to dim the likes of him, and still be unheard of less than that of the horseman himself?
It could not be because of relations with the spectre, or I would receive the same respect. I read her entire life before and saw nothing of this, and even in my vague memory I do remember that she had no interactions before with Witley.
I finally focus enough from my reiterating questions to get my decapitated self out of the bed. My feet land near the pillow, I notice a chipped nail. I bend over and rub it and conclude it must be from the traveling to grandmother's.
I cradle my head as I stand straight and place it on for the rituals.
Withdraws and deposits, back and forth, all day and my mind couldn't focus. John was busy, so much in fact, he took no notice that I never greeted any customers until closing. One question after the other, What gold does grandfather possess? Why is grandmother so certain that Sleepy Hollow's demise would come if the horseman was re-united with his own head? Would Witley dare come against Emma?
“Robert. I sense something is wrong.”
I look at John and sigh, “Obvious?”
He nods solemnly, and I nod with him, “I just... need to clear my head.”
“You know I am always here for you.”
“I kno-”
“ OH DEAR!!! Dinner with Emma!” John interrupted, “Cheer up! We made a decent number today!”
John was out the door before I could blink. I chuckle at this blast of irony, and lock up. The rest of the night dragged on and I with my pipe thought alone.
I dozed off, asleep in my chair, so I did not hear them come in.
A swift kick and I and my chair toppled over. My head tumbled to the floor landing upsidedown facing Witley and two of his best trusted. The local officer and a common street thug stood in sadistic aw at my condition. Witley, his grin could not be brighter.
“You may do as you please, but keep him alive.” Witley said and the two went to work.
They bash my knees and back with their clubs and kicked my head to the wall. My nose bloodied, my body coiled, and my screams unheard. Witley grabbed my scalp and carried me to the fireplace. My eyes watered, yet I clearly could see the evil grin upon his face as he heated up a rod.
At some point I stopped feeling the pain my body was receiving and I began to focus on the glowing tip of the poker.
“Now now dear friend. You....will cooperate.” he hissed in a most elegant manner, “No body is going to help you. No....body”
He glances at my headless defenseless self.
The glowing tip waves to and fro.
“If.....you go and see the horseman. Pray......he finds me, because you will die.”
The grin grows, “Like your father.”
Time stood still. A picture frame of the thugs standing motionless. All didn't matter now. I knew now.
I was brought back to painful reality when the poker contacted with my cheek. The fur and flesh scorched and the pain unthinkable.
He dropped the poker and tossed me to his dogs and they proceeded to box my head around with their clubs. I was a game to them.
Last thing to hit my ears was Witley calling them, “Come on children. We have work tomorrow.”
They exit first, and the judge glared at my wounded head with a devil of a smile, “Oh, and your pudgy friend. Don't expect him to return to work tomorrow. He may be.....a little broken.”
I pass out
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