Post by mordel on Aug 2, 2009 14:59:45 GMT -5
The knight fell down with a thud, as the tall figure plowed through the front line. The woman was sleek, unstoppable. The knight simply rested on his side as the rest of the actions took place. A bishop, a man known to be holy, charged on the white bearing side, and decimated the knight that stood adjacent to the king. The rook was standing alone, surrounded by a weak group. The game of chess was fierce. Vincent looked across at Jonathan, and chuckled softly. Jonathan whispered, “Check, my friend...” Vincent sighed, “You seem to be winning, friend...” Jonathan smiled. “I said that I would beat you, if it was the last thing I would do...” Vincent’s face broke as he stared at the fallen pieces. He stroked the top of his king as his mind flashed back to three nights before.
“There is nothing wrong with Jonathan!” Called Vincent. “Is that so?” retaliated Adrian, “ Ask him his name...ask him his place in our order!...He is losing his mind, and ignoring it will do nothing for him!”
Vincent moved his king forward, and Jonathan moved his bishop back. Vincent sighed as he saw a perfect opportunity, and moved his other knight to take the bishop. Jonathan gasped and chuckled. “I guess I missed one...” Vincent nodded, “Yes...I work in shadows, my actions unseen...do not fret.” His mind trailed off.
“I will not listen to another word!” “Vincent!” Called out Adrian. “...What is coming over you, you can see the signs just as I can...”
Jonathan moved a pawn forward, Vincent pushed his rook back three spaces. “So Vincent...” Asked Jonathan, “Why did you miss last evening? Is all well at the Apothecarium?” Vincent nodded, watching Jonathan’s hand twitch over the pawn at the far left. “...No, things are well there...I just had to meet with another friend. He needed to be healed....Battle wounds...”
“He is strong of mind, we speak of Shadows and their workings on a nearly daily bases!” Called out the angered man, Adrian responded with a similarly harsh tone. “You are letting your emotions block your intellect! You are blind!”
Jonathan grabbed his rook and moved it forward, in an attempt to trap his king. Vincent moved his rook to the side, one block to the left and down of Jonathan’s rook. Jonathan questioned, “Where were you last evening, Vincent?” Vincent sighed, “...I was healing a friend...” he responded. His mind wandered more.
“He can’t remember his name, he is falling! You see this, we all do! You just won’t admit it!”
Jonathan moved his rook. “Check!” he called as he got into a position to strike. Vincent smiled and moved his king to the side. “...It is cold today, isn’t it, Jonathan?” Jonathan looked over the pieces. “Jonathan?” Jonathan looked up the second time his name was called, “Oh yes...I am freezing...” Vincent looked down at the pieces and nodded.
“It is becoming more evident with each moment! Look at him! Listen to him!”
Vincent moved his rook to the side one square. Jonathan moved his bishop across the bored and called out, “Check!” Vincent studied the bored long and hard as he listened to voices from the past.
“Look at his eyes, they are dim! He is growing weak!”
Vincent shifted his king over, right in front of Jonathan’s rook. Jonathan smiled widely as he pushed his rook up against Vincent’s king. “Hah! I win!” cried Jonathan. Vincent chuckled with a closed mouth and nodded, “Indeed you did, friend...” Jonathan smiled, “I knew I would...” Vincent nodded, “As did I...” he lifted from his chair and grabbed a stool, making his way around the table to Jonathan. “Oh come now, you aren’t sour are you?” Vincent shook his head, “Of course not...You are good...” He looked into Jonathan’s eyes. Jonathan’s smile faded, “...What is it, Vincent?”
“You know he is...You must admit it.”
“Are you still cold?” He unlatched his cloak and offered it to Jonathan, who took it freely. “Thank you, Vincent.” Vincent looked over his face. It was aged, as was his own. It was worried, as was his own. It was friendly...as was his own.
“Yes Adrian...I know!” remarked Vincent. Adrian moved back and nodded. “....I know, Adrian...”
Vincent set his hand on Jonathan’s cheek and patted it lovingly. “I beat you.” Whispered Jonathan, his eyes dim. Vincent nodded, “I know...” He reached behind his back and unsheathed a dagger from his belt. He kept it concealed behind his back. “...Vincent...You are scaring me...what’s wrong?” Vincent sighed and pulled out his dagger. “...Vincent?” whispered Jonathan. “...I am scared...” Vincent nodded, “...As am I...” before he plunged his dagger into the bottom of Jonathan’s jaw. His hand siphoned the shadow binding out of Jonathan’s face. His eyes emptied of the gentle yellow glow. His friends eyes vanished. The corpse rested against Vincent’s hand. “...Suffer well...” He carefully laid him on the floor before two patrol men came in. “Where do you want us to take the body?” Asked the taller. Vincent sighed. “...He is from Brill...Bury him by his wife and children...Eastern section...” The guards nodded and lifted the corpse carefully. “Wait...” whispered Vincent. he grabbed his King piece from the mat and set it in Jonathan’s pocket. “...Take him...” The guards left with the body, caring it as respectfully as they could, draping Vincent’s cloak over the eyes. Vincent looked down at the chess board. His rook was in a direct path with Jonathan’s king...It had been for a few turns. He reached down and grabbed Jonathan’s king, and laid it down on it’s side. “...It was a good game, my old friend.”
“There is nothing wrong with Jonathan!” Called Vincent. “Is that so?” retaliated Adrian, “ Ask him his name...ask him his place in our order!...He is losing his mind, and ignoring it will do nothing for him!”
Vincent moved his king forward, and Jonathan moved his bishop back. Vincent sighed as he saw a perfect opportunity, and moved his other knight to take the bishop. Jonathan gasped and chuckled. “I guess I missed one...” Vincent nodded, “Yes...I work in shadows, my actions unseen...do not fret.” His mind trailed off.
“I will not listen to another word!” “Vincent!” Called out Adrian. “...What is coming over you, you can see the signs just as I can...”
Jonathan moved a pawn forward, Vincent pushed his rook back three spaces. “So Vincent...” Asked Jonathan, “Why did you miss last evening? Is all well at the Apothecarium?” Vincent nodded, watching Jonathan’s hand twitch over the pawn at the far left. “...No, things are well there...I just had to meet with another friend. He needed to be healed....Battle wounds...”
“He is strong of mind, we speak of Shadows and their workings on a nearly daily bases!” Called out the angered man, Adrian responded with a similarly harsh tone. “You are letting your emotions block your intellect! You are blind!”
Jonathan grabbed his rook and moved it forward, in an attempt to trap his king. Vincent moved his rook to the side, one block to the left and down of Jonathan’s rook. Jonathan questioned, “Where were you last evening, Vincent?” Vincent sighed, “...I was healing a friend...” he responded. His mind wandered more.
“He can’t remember his name, he is falling! You see this, we all do! You just won’t admit it!”
Jonathan moved his rook. “Check!” he called as he got into a position to strike. Vincent smiled and moved his king to the side. “...It is cold today, isn’t it, Jonathan?” Jonathan looked over the pieces. “Jonathan?” Jonathan looked up the second time his name was called, “Oh yes...I am freezing...” Vincent looked down at the pieces and nodded.
“It is becoming more evident with each moment! Look at him! Listen to him!”
Vincent moved his rook to the side one square. Jonathan moved his bishop across the bored and called out, “Check!” Vincent studied the bored long and hard as he listened to voices from the past.
“Look at his eyes, they are dim! He is growing weak!”
Vincent shifted his king over, right in front of Jonathan’s rook. Jonathan smiled widely as he pushed his rook up against Vincent’s king. “Hah! I win!” cried Jonathan. Vincent chuckled with a closed mouth and nodded, “Indeed you did, friend...” Jonathan smiled, “I knew I would...” Vincent nodded, “As did I...” he lifted from his chair and grabbed a stool, making his way around the table to Jonathan. “Oh come now, you aren’t sour are you?” Vincent shook his head, “Of course not...You are good...” He looked into Jonathan’s eyes. Jonathan’s smile faded, “...What is it, Vincent?”
“You know he is...You must admit it.”
“Are you still cold?” He unlatched his cloak and offered it to Jonathan, who took it freely. “Thank you, Vincent.” Vincent looked over his face. It was aged, as was his own. It was worried, as was his own. It was friendly...as was his own.
“Yes Adrian...I know!” remarked Vincent. Adrian moved back and nodded. “....I know, Adrian...”
Vincent set his hand on Jonathan’s cheek and patted it lovingly. “I beat you.” Whispered Jonathan, his eyes dim. Vincent nodded, “I know...” He reached behind his back and unsheathed a dagger from his belt. He kept it concealed behind his back. “...Vincent...You are scaring me...what’s wrong?” Vincent sighed and pulled out his dagger. “...Vincent?” whispered Jonathan. “...I am scared...” Vincent nodded, “...As am I...” before he plunged his dagger into the bottom of Jonathan’s jaw. His hand siphoned the shadow binding out of Jonathan’s face. His eyes emptied of the gentle yellow glow. His friends eyes vanished. The corpse rested against Vincent’s hand. “...Suffer well...” He carefully laid him on the floor before two patrol men came in. “Where do you want us to take the body?” Asked the taller. Vincent sighed. “...He is from Brill...Bury him by his wife and children...Eastern section...” The guards nodded and lifted the corpse carefully. “Wait...” whispered Vincent. he grabbed his King piece from the mat and set it in Jonathan’s pocket. “...Take him...” The guards left with the body, caring it as respectfully as they could, draping Vincent’s cloak over the eyes. Vincent looked down at the chess board. His rook was in a direct path with Jonathan’s king...It had been for a few turns. He reached down and grabbed Jonathan’s king, and laid it down on it’s side. “...It was a good game, my old friend.”