MrBossMan
That's Mister BossMan to you.
By now many could guess Jonathan was terrible with children. Right off he just didn't know where to put his hands on one or what to say to them. His lack of experience was astonishing because even as he chased the boy he did not realize he was the cause of the kids fear. That and he didn't care, the rat speaker was a witness to a serious murder which was reason enough for Jon to capture him. By any means.
He was no less than ten feet from the boy when he saw him flee into another room. Jon heard Luna hollar his name a ways back behind him however Jon didn't hesitate. He'd still chase the boy. Running into the same room the boy ran into Jon saw his small leg climb up the roof. The kid was obviously dirt poor, his pants torn and covered in grime.
Instantly Jon jumped up and climbed the roof with a surprising amount of agility. He saw the child work his way across the roof via a stashed ladder. This was the moment Jon did hesitate. He walked closer to the edge of the roof and looked down. Swallowing hard Jon closed his eyes, then after a deep breath he readied himself for the crossing. One step at a time Jon walked across the ladder which was the only thing from keeping him from falling.
He didn't know why heights always intimidated him but they did. He figured it was more the fear of falling to his death that worried him. Rather than the height itself. It was funny in a way, a man who fights and slays monsters as a job being scared of heights. When Jon found the strength to raise his head he saw the boy open the door leading downstairs in the adjacent building. Whether he ran to run away or to hide remained to be seen.
Finally Jon reached the other side and as he did so he began his sprint. Although this time his speed was detered greatly because of the fear of slipping and falling off of the roof. He did however reach the door and immediately started down the stairs after the witness. He was greeted by darkness and the sound of silence.
Jon was no fool however and the silence only told him one thing. The boy was hiding, but there were many rooms in which a small child could hide. So Jon walked carefully and quietly, aware of the fact that the boy was near.
"I'm here to help you son," he said aloud, hoping the boy could hear. "I understand you've seen a murderer, someone I need to find. If you help me, maybe I can help you." His voice travelled but he did not hear a response. Instead he heard the slow and steady sound of crawling. A sharp whistling filled the air and Jon knew exactly what it was. The rat speaker called upon those who could save him in his blind panic. Suddenly rats where seen ahead climbing in and out of every hole inside the building.
Jon knew no magic which could help him. Instead he relied on his sword and pistols. Sadly both of his chosen weapons were useless in this scenario. The rats which were now within twenty yards of him were approaching fast. Some, the first arrivals, were biting at his feet which Jon kicked away. Looking around in a blind panic Jon saw a lamp hanging on the wall. Drawing his sword Jon made a swipe at the lamp which he knew was filled with oil. Then quickly he drew his side pistol and shot the weapon in the dark. The flash lit the hallway with a blinding light and Jon saw just how hopeless his fight was. Hundreds, no thousands, of rats charged at him. Suddenly the lamp oil caught fire from his powder spark and quickly the old building caught fire.
Jon knew it was a terrible idea, having the witness remain in the building which would soon envelope in flames. However his chances were greater to escape the rats which would otherwise eat him alive, the flames holding them at bay. Still he struggled to keep them from biting him. London was full of the vermin after all.
"Boy!" He screamed over the roar of the flames which was now growing louder and spreading quickly. "Face your fear and come to me now." He didn't know where the others were but they needed to arrive quickly. The situation was getting out of hand. Jon just knew he bit off more then he could chew and it came in the form of a small child who could speak to rats.
He was no less than ten feet from the boy when he saw him flee into another room. Jon heard Luna hollar his name a ways back behind him however Jon didn't hesitate. He'd still chase the boy. Running into the same room the boy ran into Jon saw his small leg climb up the roof. The kid was obviously dirt poor, his pants torn and covered in grime.
Instantly Jon jumped up and climbed the roof with a surprising amount of agility. He saw the child work his way across the roof via a stashed ladder. This was the moment Jon did hesitate. He walked closer to the edge of the roof and looked down. Swallowing hard Jon closed his eyes, then after a deep breath he readied himself for the crossing. One step at a time Jon walked across the ladder which was the only thing from keeping him from falling.
He didn't know why heights always intimidated him but they did. He figured it was more the fear of falling to his death that worried him. Rather than the height itself. It was funny in a way, a man who fights and slays monsters as a job being scared of heights. When Jon found the strength to raise his head he saw the boy open the door leading downstairs in the adjacent building. Whether he ran to run away or to hide remained to be seen.
Finally Jon reached the other side and as he did so he began his sprint. Although this time his speed was detered greatly because of the fear of slipping and falling off of the roof. He did however reach the door and immediately started down the stairs after the witness. He was greeted by darkness and the sound of silence.
Jon was no fool however and the silence only told him one thing. The boy was hiding, but there were many rooms in which a small child could hide. So Jon walked carefully and quietly, aware of the fact that the boy was near.
"I'm here to help you son," he said aloud, hoping the boy could hear. "I understand you've seen a murderer, someone I need to find. If you help me, maybe I can help you." His voice travelled but he did not hear a response. Instead he heard the slow and steady sound of crawling. A sharp whistling filled the air and Jon knew exactly what it was. The rat speaker called upon those who could save him in his blind panic. Suddenly rats where seen ahead climbing in and out of every hole inside the building.
Jon knew no magic which could help him. Instead he relied on his sword and pistols. Sadly both of his chosen weapons were useless in this scenario. The rats which were now within twenty yards of him were approaching fast. Some, the first arrivals, were biting at his feet which Jon kicked away. Looking around in a blind panic Jon saw a lamp hanging on the wall. Drawing his sword Jon made a swipe at the lamp which he knew was filled with oil. Then quickly he drew his side pistol and shot the weapon in the dark. The flash lit the hallway with a blinding light and Jon saw just how hopeless his fight was. Hundreds, no thousands, of rats charged at him. Suddenly the lamp oil caught fire from his powder spark and quickly the old building caught fire.
Jon knew it was a terrible idea, having the witness remain in the building which would soon envelope in flames. However his chances were greater to escape the rats which would otherwise eat him alive, the flames holding them at bay. Still he struggled to keep them from biting him. London was full of the vermin after all.
"Boy!" He screamed over the roar of the flames which was now growing louder and spreading quickly. "Face your fear and come to me now." He didn't know where the others were but they needed to arrive quickly. The situation was getting out of hand. Jon just knew he bit off more then he could chew and it came in the form of a small child who could speak to rats.
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