Gothic Scene - The Eternal Owl

908 Words4 Pages
The Eternal Owl In all my memory, Essex Street had never been as dismal as it was that April night. “One more time, explain it one more time.” My nerves crept up on me. We were there, right outside his property, waiting. Joe, exhausted, told me again, “You will go into the unbarred window– without a sound – and kill the old bastard! It is as simple as that.” And so I did. Sneaking through the property as if I were a shadow, I reached the window, climbed the plank and entered his quarters. There he slept, the old captain, with his iron treasure chest at his bedside. I stood there thinking, “What tremendous treasure might be hidden in such a chest?” But nay, I had a job to do, with loot enough in its completion. I took out my bludgeon, unable to admire my craftsmanship in the dark hour, and felt again the nervous feeling crawl up my spine and paralyze my whole body. Afflicted, I thought to myself, “How could I do this? George is not even here to help me.” A myriad of minutes went by as I stood there silently still trying to remember why I had taken the cursed job! “Ah yes, the money!” Now I remembered what this small sin – nay, this righteous bringing of justice – was for. What right did this man have to hurt my acquaintances so? Oh, and how sweet it will be when that vast reward finds its way to my hands! And so I broke from my trance and advanced on the fragile figure with the feeling of the edged dirk and the beaded bludgeon in hand. One swift swing with a few jabs to the torso and the deed was done. In a matter of moments I was out of the chamber and back across the field to the meeting spot. “He is dead.” “Excellent job, Richard,” whispered Joe Knapp, “here is what we promised you.” With a relieved look in his eyes, he handed me a rather large sack filled with my reward. Following the exchange, we went our separate ways. * * * On my journey

More about Gothic Scene - The Eternal Owl

Open Document