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The Secret Adventurer's Club Second Adventure (part 14)

Joe Spivey's picture
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Justin’s lips opened to protest but stopped short of any words coming out. Although this left his face looking like a startled guppy, his rodent brain was working overtime. His head turned towards Finny.

Long Hands wasn’t going to let him have his way, but he was giving him a chance not to lose face in front of the crowd. And the acquisition of a female drudge had its perks, more so in a few years, he thought with a growing leer.

Drug-addled as she was, Sadie recognised a threat when she saw one in the way her mate was looking towards Finny and moved surprisingly fast for someone who was having trouble even focusing on the planet. She grabbed Onetooth by both shoulders and pushed him in front of Long Hands.

“We’ll take this one. He’s a scrappy little shit, gonna make a good fighter he is.”

Finny was still trying to wriggle out from under the look Justin was aiming at her. She knew that look, Whiskers had looked at her like that when… Fortunately that memory was interrupted by what Sadie was saying and the horrified look on Onetooth’s tear streaked face. The thought of her friend being left here while she got to go home made her stomach churn. She jumped up.

“No! Pick me!” Suddenly, she had everyone’s attention. “He ain’t no good. He’s stupid an’ he loses every fight an’… an’, he’ll probably get killed. An’…” She changed tack. “…An’ I can cook, an’ read an’ write. An’…”

But that was as far as she got before Justin put an end to the flow of what else she could do. Which was probably good because the only other talent Finny could think of was her ability with a scrubbing brush, which probably wasn’t high on any gang member’s list.

“No. We’ll take the girl.” Justin said, giving Sadie a ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?” face. An expression Sadie totally ignored.

“The hell we will! You said yerself she ain’t nothin’ but trouble.”

Justin crossed over to her and got right into Sadie’s face.

“Well if’n she can cook then at least ah can be sure of a decent meal.”

Sadie released Onetooth and turned, hands on hips, to glare at Justin.

“Ah cook just fine!”

“That ain’t cooking. What you do is just burning shit!”

Sadie took to jabbing Justin in the chest with a finger, hard enough to make him step backwards.

“Listen you! I ain’t your mama. If you don’t like what I cook then you can damn well cook it yourself!”

Now backed up all the way to the yurt, Justin had to retaliate to prevent Sadie breaking a rib. The crowd closed in, enjoying the unexpected theatre. Long Hands and his lieutenants inconspicuously ushered them to form a ring around the arguing couple.

“Maybe ah should! Least thataway if’n ah die it’ll be suicide an’ not murder!”

“Justin, if I murder you it sure as hell won’t have anything to do with cooking! If I murder you it’ll be a damn mercy killing!”

“What you talking about woman?!”

“It’ll be a mercy fer me an’ any other woman who has ever fucked you. They sure as hell named you right, mister Just-In!”

That got a roar of approval from the crowd, mainly the women. What got a roar from the men, however, was Justin’s fist hitting Sadie square on the nose and knocking her backwards into the arms of the excited crowd. The fight was on.

Long Hands turned his head to look directly at Dr. Troy. He flicked his eyes in the direction of Hope Springs.

Tukiko put her finger to her lips and beckoned the orphans to come to her.


Hyle Troy's picture

((  nice read with my holiday breakfast :)     

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Joe Spivey's picture

((Ty. It is a bank holiday here, have to wait until July for my next proper holiday.

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

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