/lit/ - Literature

>You will never write anything this dreadful

Two suncycles on and still he blamed her, loathed her.

Bastard, you weren’t the only one to lose someone that day.

Her thoughts broke back to the present as she struggled to remember the way out of the maze of backstreets. She slowed to a halt, hearing no sound of her pursuers, trying to picture the alleys winding routes in her mind.

Making her way slowly and carefully to the next turning she smiled at her success at evading capture. She was a Locke after all, she thought, fingering the inscribed pendant that hung proudly about her neck. And what’s a swindling Kelroache to an honest Locke?

“What you smilin’ at little gel?”

Oh curses.

One of Sydneys Martyr’s stood, hand on hips, blocking the turning. He was smiling a toothless foul grin and had a smooth, hairless head that looked as if it had been dipped in polish. His muscles, which were on arrogant display, seemed to bulge in anticipation. Her conscience was screaming. Run.

Obliging, she ran at him, head down, fists clenched. Ploughing towards the goon at an unlikely speed, she barrelled into him and away. She heard him utter a gormless breath as he clenched his groin in agony.

She had only just rounded the corner when she was forced to skid to a halt. The Kelroache boy’s other bodyguard was heading towards her, strutting, a sword hung at his side, eagerly on show. Noting his slicked back hair, tucked into a ponytail, and immaculate beard she observed that his swagger wasn’t his only arrogant trait. Elena swore again; seeing her chances of escape fleeing, along with her courage.

“Going somewhere... Locke?” Came a voice from above; the intentional derision clear from the way her family name was spat out.

Looking up in surprise her stomach sank; The Kelroache scum. He was lounging against an old brewers sign atop the flat roof of an ancient tavern, his arms crossed, his face a picture of loathing. Leaping elegantly to the cobbled floor, cloak floating up behind him majestically, her enemy stood before her all cool and confident.