A Warrior's Bane
by Ersatz Sobriquet
ain't happy, I'm feeling glad.
got sunshine, in a bag.
useless, but not for long
future is coming on.
Gorillaz- Clint Eastwood
He just needed one more
piece and he’d have the tree finished. He scoured the table, prodding and
moving the other pieces that tried to fool him, throw his judgment off. He
thought he saw the piece twice, but it was just a small part of a shrub.
Silently scolding himself the second time for being fooled so, he sat back in
his chair and glazed over the table. It HAS to be here, he thought. Finally he saw it, rejoicing inside, and
placed the odd cut shape into the base of the tree.
There! he thought. Finally got the tree done. Now, I
just have... A quick estimate and then, 250 pieces left to go. He
sighed. When he brought this puzzle from a shop at a Market near Guardia
Castle, he didn’t think it would take him this long to complete it. But that
was a good thing, he figured. Business was slower than usual anyway, so he
might as well have something to occupy his time with.
As he started work on putting together another tree that was in the foreground,
the door opened and a rather short man walked in. “Ahh, finally,” he sighed a
relief. “A customer!”
Getting up from his little
table behind the counter, he greeted the stranger, “Welcome to Yei’s Specialty
Gun Shop! How may I help you?”
The man stopped short of
the counter. Not a very pretty looking fellow. He wore a slightly faded green
shirt the sleeves being ripped off, with a scar running up his left arm. His
pants were clean, but had that dirty look to it. His bearded face hadn’t been
trimmed in weeks, and his hair was as messy as it’ll ever get. Normally, Yei
wouldn’t even consider serving such an unruly looking fellow, but his family
had to eat.
Staring at Yei for a
moment, the unruly fellow pulled out a piece of paper and said, “I need you to
make me this gun.” His voice was gruff and a bit hoarse.
Taking the paper from his
dirty fingernails and looking at it for a minute, Yei replied, “Sure thing.
Just need to see your gun license and then I’ll tell you if this design is
feasible and give you a rough estimate.”
Staring straight through
Yei, it seemed, the stranger replied, “It is feasible... And I have no
license. Just make the gun according to the directions, and I’ll be on my way.”
“Oh, we have a problem
then, friend.” Yei replied, trying to sound cheerful. Deep inside he was
kicking himself for having to let another customer go. “I can’t make a gun for
you if you don’t have a gun license. You’ll have to get one of those first
before I can considering making this. Sorry, that’s the law.”
The man just stared at Yei
for a moment. “Look, slick, there isn’t any question about this. You...”
“I know there isn’t any
question.” Yei quickly cut him off. “I can’t make the gun, plain and simple.
Now, please be on your way before trouble arises.” His tone became dangerously
serious, his eyes locked on the stranger.
A moment of silence on the
stranger’s part, and then he turned to leave, snatching the paper from Yei’s
hand, saying, “Trouble will arise, boy.” And then he was gone.
Yei always hated persons
like him. Ever since Guardia imposed the new rule that it’s citizens needed to
have a license to carry a gun, not only has his business been slower, but the
few customers he did gain always had to be turned down, them lacking a license.
Something about that fellow though, frightened him some. The way he moved,
carried himself, it was like he was hiding something. Something... dangerous,
Yei laughed at this
thought. Hiding something. What citizen here at Guardia isn’t hiding
something? Oh sure, everyone knew everyone else, but someone always had a
secret to tell. Guardia Castle, people’s homes, the few monsters in the forest
of Guardia... Everyone!
Not only was the stranger’s
persona a bit questionable, but that gun design was illegal. It’s was banned by
the government officials a little over two years ago because of it’s powerful
design. A triple barrel shotgun. Triple barrel. Not only was that triple
barrel nigh more lethal than a regular two, but the sheer force the bullets
were shot from out of the barrel could easily rip through ten people if they
were standing one behind the other. Easily. Walls subjectively crumbled
at the force two shots produced from such a gun.
An exceptionally large
amount of gunpowder was used in each bullet, allowing it to fly off with such
intense speed. Since the bullets were larger, each barrel was also larger.
About 15 mm larger and that makes a big difference when talking about a barrel
of a gun. The outer shell of the barrel was reinforced with steel, so that it
wouldn’t buckle from the pressure of the blast. Though guns weren’t as popular
in that day and time as the sword still was, some, the revolutionist as some
people called them, did indeed use guns. The original designer of this modified
gun, Yei garnered a lot of money. The fact that he patented it guaranteed that
only he could exclusively make the gun.
But this guy made a threat
just because Yei wouldn’t make the gun. Well, it was kind of like a
threat, Yei thought. He didn’t know what trouble would arise, but it
probably wasn’t anything major.
The boy tried to scream,
but the blood in his mouth was too much. He knew he’d choke if he did try to
scream. He almost did already. The blood gushing out of his mouth in a
sickening, unnatural way, sought to quickly silence that attempt if it was
made. But the pain! It was so excruciating! He didn’t know how he was coping
with such intense pain. Maybe a well placed blow to the head with a rock would
do the trick and end his sufferings. That would work if his arms weren’t tied
A man within the shadows
just looked on, reserved to do nothing to comfort the boy’s pain. Why should
he? He did cause it, after all.
“Yei, where’s Crono?” a
voice called out to Yei, who was still immersed in his little puzzle. He’d
finally finished the tree in the foreground and was working on the sky when his
wife called him.
Looking up, he replied,
“Huh? Oh, I think he’s playing with Lucca, Qintte. He’ll be fine.”
“But it’s getting late, and
he’s usually back by now,” Qintte said with a hint of worry in her voice,
looking out at the setting sun. “Maybe you should go to Lucca’s house to see if
he left already. I don’t want anything to happen to him.” She wrapped her silk
shawl around her a bit closer. Fall was around the corner, and Qintte’s frail
form already was freezing cold.
Qintte always worried about
her little child, Crono. He was a special son in her eyes, and she knew he had
a bright future ahead of him. She would often cuddle him in her arms late at
night, even at his size, and read to him various fairy tale stories. One of
Crono’s favorites was the Warrior’s Bane. It was about a warrior who wanted to
do good, but a evil hindrance always tried to prevent him from doing such. In
the end though, the warrior ended up warding off the evil and led a good life.
Not only was that story one
of Crono’s favorites, but it also seemed to reflect the demons within Qintte.
Qintte would positively feel awful if anything were to happen to her little boy
and would do anything to stop badness from falling on him. She probably, like
many other mothers, would blame herself for his misfortune, and that was a
thing she did not want to live with. She wants to do good for her son, but
always felt like she was letting him down.
“C’mon, Yei. Get going!
I’ll close up shop, you go make sure he’s okay.” she again said, this time
pushing Yei slightly out of his chair.
fine, I’m going. Boy...” he trailed off, muttering a few more words before
heading out. And he was just about to finish half of the sky, too.
The boy was now whimpering
slightly, still sobbing because of the intense pain in his mouth that didn’t go
away. His teeth were stained red and so were his lips and chin, traveling all
the way down to his shirt. The man looked up at the boy that sat in the corner
and yelled for him to shut up. The only thing resulting from that was him
whimpering even louder.
The room was dark, the only
source of light was streaming through a little hole in the wall that stood
above the boy. Varmints of all kind lurked within those shadows, and most of
them were drawn to the boy, his blood attracting them. His eyes became adjusted
to the darkness, even with the stream of light entering the room and he could
see his persecutor. He towered over the young boy after he still refused to
A firm slap in the face
undid the work his body was trying to do in calming the blood loss from his
mouth and again, blood incessantly poured out. The boy whimpered some more, the
taste of blood becoming very sickening. How much of his own blood did he digest
up till that point? He didn’t know, but his stomach groaned and moaned with the
uncommon substance it was being given.
“Shut up, boy,” his
attacker hissed. “I don’t want to hear anymore of ya!”
The boy closed his eyes
tightly, allowing a tear to escape. It ran down the side of his face and mixed
together with the mangled mess of blood and saliva.
“Taban, is Crono here?” Yei
asked Lucca’s father.
“Yeah, he’s out back
playing with Lucca, after I told him to go home over an hour ago.” the
big man bellowed out. “Thought he was on his way, but I just found out he never
left. Figured you were going to be over here to look for him. Well, I figured Qintte
was going to send you here, I should say.” he ended in a wink.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Yei
replied, scratching the back of his head. “Let me go get him.”
Taban patted him on his
back as Yei walked around to the backyard.
“Now, your the electron and
I’m the nucleus. I am the center of your world, and you have to help me be the
best nucleus ever!” the little girl proudly said.
“Huh?” the boy questioned.
“What are ya talking about? What’s a electron?”
Laughing, making her
oversized glasses rattle a bit on her head, she said, “Silly, I already told
you what an electron is!”
“Well, your gonna have ta
tell me again, Lucca cause I don’t remember...” the boy trailed off, swirling
the stick he held in his hand a bit in the sand.
“Crono, Crono, Crono. You
simple, simple little boy. An electron is...”
“Crono, your in big trouble
now!” Yei burst into the backyard, interrupting any conversation that happened
to be going on.
“Aww, dad. Whatdaya want?”
Crono asked, turning around.
“You know what. You were
suppose to be home hours ago. Mr. Taban even told you to go home, didn’t he?”
“Yeah,” he replied,
lowering his head a little “but I thought you said I could spend the night?” he
lied, hoping that would work.
“I never said that, and you
know it. Now get moving.” he commanded, tugging Crono’s shirt collar some.
Waving bye to Lucca, he dropped his stick as Yei apologized to Taban for
causing so much trouble.
“Oh, don’t worry about it!
Lucca’s in as much trouble as he is for holding him up, the two playing their
little games.” he glared at Lucca. Her sight immediately fell to the ground as
Taban walked over to her. “Your in a lot trouble too, missy.”
Stumbling before his father
after he was pushed forward, Crono tried to reason with him. “I didn’t do
anything though, dad! I was just playing.”
“You know good and well you
shouldn’t have been out and about at this time of night. Who knows what kind of
danger you might have gotten into.” Yei angrily told his son, brushing away
some of the branches that stood in the midst of the path. “Your mother would
have a fit if anything were to happen to you.”
“Aww, c’mon dad. You know
nothing would ever happen to me. I mean, really,” Crono replied, slowing down a
bit so he could actually be walking side by side with his pop. “I’ll always be
fine with my Katana!” he proudly proclaimed reaching to his side. Realizing he
was grabbing only air, he exclaimed, “Oh no! I must of dropped my Katana back
at Lucca’s house! We have to go back and get it.” Crono pleaded.
“You mean your little stick?
Boy, keep walking. You better be happy you left that thing behind. Then I’d
have something to whup you with. Besides, you’ll never gonna need that old
thing, anyway.” Yei flatly said.
The sun was setting now,
and the little light that once invaded the room was slowly dwindling down. The
young boy’s torturer was sitting within the shadows, whittling and humming
softly. The boy simply looked on, tears still in his eyes some. How long had he
been in this room, he wondered. Days? Weeks? He didn’t really know. The pain in
his wrist began to be as great as the pain in his mouth, the burn from the
tightly tied rope cutting into his skin. The bleeding in his mouth stopped
some, but that pain was still unbearable as well. Why would someone do this to
him, he questioned over and over in his head. He found no consolation in what
his voices said.
“You are a horrible boy!”
the voices would say. “That’s what you get for being so smart all the time. You
got some sass in you, boy. Some crass and sass. Better be glad your here so no
one will have to worry about all your back talk!!”
He tried to shrug the
voices off, but they continued to grow louder and intensify even more so. So
many voices telling him that he was evil, that he caused this pain and
suffering on his own. No one was to blame but himself, he finally reasoned. But
that wasn’t enough. The voices were going to make sure he knew that he was the
worst person that ever walked the face of the earth. Why else would he be going
through such an ordeal?
These thoughts made the
young boy cry some once more, little sobs cutting through the tears and
anguish. The man looked up at the boy, annoyed that he was making any kind of
noise... again. Setting down his jack knife and piece of wood, he walked over
to the boy, talking through his teeth, “I thought I told you to shut up!” Yet,
another firm backhand was felt and the wound again opened, another flood of
blood erupting from his mouth. Twisting the boy’s face to meet his, he said
quietly, “If I hear so much as another peep from you, I’ll cut ya foot off.”
The boy cast his eyes
downward, too afraid to look at the man. He knew he would do it, too. Cut his foot
off. He was just crazy enough to do that.
The man walked off into the
darkness annoyed that the boy had interrupted him, and asked the darkness, “Are
you okay, darling?”
“It’ll be okay, dear. I’ll
make sure that boy doesn’t disturb you anymore.” The boy could feel the
man glare at him. “It’ll be okay. You just sit there and rest.” the man spoke
softly. “It’ll be all over soon.”
Who was he talking to? Had
there been someone else here all this time, the boy wondered, a bit confused.
He didn’t hear anyone come in before. As the boy pondered this, the man went
back to his little chair in the corner and sat back down, picking up his block
of wood and jack knife and began whittling again.
Finally, Yei said to himself. The sky is finally finished!
he happily said as he relaxed some in his chair. It took him almost a whole
day, but he finally finished the sky section of the puzzle he was working on.
Business, of course, was still slow. The afternoon sun sat high and it’s light
flooded the little shop, giving it a warm glow. A nice breeze was also coming
through the open window and Yei relished in such a moment. Serene days like
this balanced out the lack of work on his part. Everything seemed to go right
for him. His beautiful wife was out back washing clothes and his restless son
played out front. A bit annoyed, too, Yei thought.
Crono had wanted to go play at Lucca’s house, but after the previous incident
the night before, Crono’s punishment was staying home to play. And for Crono,
that was worst than getting no supper, a tactic Yei and Qintte found was
useless when trying to punish the lad.
Crono had found another
stick that was identical to his other and was sitting on the ground, swinging
it over his head for no real reason. How bored he was! He laid back on the
grass, and placed his stick to the side of him. Putting his hands behind his
head, he looked to the sky wishfully. He wished he could go on some kind of
adventure, or have something interesting happen to him, at least. Anything but
being here on such a lackadaisical day.
As he laid there wondering
what ever it was he could do on such a boring day, he heard a crack. Looking to
he side, he only saw a foot step off of his now broken stick. Looking behind
him, he saw who the foot belonged to, a rather short ugly, from what he could
tell by looking at his back, fellow. Who dared to step on his stick, at that!
Without saying that he was sorry, even!! Crono sat up and watched with a frown
as the man went into Yei’s shop. Crono gingerly picked up the remaining pieces
of his stick and just looked at them and then back at the shop. What a rude
man, Crono thought indignantly.
Yei looked up to see the
man he had turn down the day before wearing the same old tattered clothes.
Getting up from his puzzle and walking over to the man, Yei greeted him with
the same greeting used earlier. The man again stopped short of the counter and
made the same request he made earlier again, handing him the same piece of
Yei again asked him if he
obtained a license for guns since yesterday.
“No,” the man replied
“Sir, I’m sorry,” Yei said,
trying to sound sympathetic, “but, you can’t own a gun if you don’t have a
license, sir. I’m sorry.” Yei finished, handing him the paper again.
The stranger just looked at
him for moment then at the paper, then back at Yei. Outstretching his arm once
more, he said, “Make this gun, or you’ll regret it later.”
A threat. Whatever,
Yei thought. “Can’t do it sir, I’m sorry. Now, I’m going to have to ask you to
leave,” Yei replied, reaching underneath his desk and revealing the very gun
the stranger wanted. Placing the gun on the desk, he said, “I don’t want any
trouble to arise, okay?” He was hoping that warning would be taken seriously.
That bastard, the man thought. Teasing me like this, he
thought, looking at the very gun he wanted Yei to make. It was so beautiful in
his eyes. So many problems would be solved if he had that gun in his
possession, but here he was teasing him. Stinkin’ bastard.
“Just make me that gun, and
I’ll be out of your life.” the stranger hissed.
“No,” Yei replied
resoundingly. “Now get out, before I drag your body out,” he returned a threat.
Looking at him through
narrowed eyes, the man soon stormed out of the store, trying to figure out a
way to get that gun made. As he made his way through the field, he heard a
little voice call out to him.
“Hey, slime ball!”
Looking around, he saw that
it was that kid he past by earlier.
“You better apologize for
stepping on my stick, or I’m telling my dad!” Crono said, holding the broken
remains of his stick in his hands.
Raising one eyebrow, the
man asked, “And who’s your father?”
“You just finished talking
to him, idiot!” Crono spat, pointing back towards the shop. “Now apologize
before I get my pop to beat you up!” Crono was now yelling.
Laughing slightly at this,
the man replied, “Your pretty fresh kid. How old are you?”
“Seven, fool. What, you
can’t tell how old people are? What are you, some kinda bum? Now apologize!”
the boy was now fuming.
“I’m not apologizing for
anything. Just find another stick. And watch that mouth while your at it. It’s
going to get you in trouble.” he said, waving his hand.
“I don’t want another
stick, I want this one! And you broke it. Your a bad man! A bad, stupid,
ugly face man!” Crono retorted, sticking his tongue out.
A slight grin crept on his
face as the man said ever so softly under his breath, “Cute kid.”
It was now completely dark
outside, but the man had lit a candle and placed it in the center of the room.
The odd placement of the light gave the room an eerie glow, the boy watching
the shadows dance along with the flickering of the flame. The man was still
whittling away, into what shape, the boy didn’t know. But whatever it was he
was shaping it into, he worked at it constantly.
After a while, the man stopped his whittling and walked to the corner, asking
“You need anything, dear?”
“Don’t you worry,
everything will be okay in a few days, don’t you worry.” the man reassured an
unknown person, oblivious to the boy.
The boy tried to cock his
head so as to get a better view as to who this man’s listener was. But, it was
too dark in that corner.
The man walked over to his
chair again, and glared at the boy, hoping he would give him a reason to hit
him again, but the boy made not even a peep. Angry even at this, the man went
back to his whittling.
“Crono! Crono!” Qintte
called out, receiving no answer, though. Looking out into the field, Qintte
could not find her son anywhere. Where could he be? Dare he go back to Lucca’s
house after they specifically told him not to? He wouldn’t be any other place,
Going up to her husband, she said, “Yei, I think Crono went back to Lucca’s
house. I can’t find him anywhere, and it’s almost dark. Can you go and see if
that’s where he went?”
Yei was tired that day,
despite the fact that he hadn’t done much work. And if Crono was at Lucca’s
house... Crono’s backside would experience many pains that night. Begrudgingly
getting up, Yei grumbled, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll go get him.”
Qintte walked Yei to the
door and watched him until he disappeared from view. As she walked back into
her house, a figure crawled out from her bedroom window and slithered into the
“That boy’s in so much trouble,”
Yei thought to himself as he started knocking on Taban’s door.
A few moments past before
the door opened, reveling a nightgown wearing Taban. “Ahh, Yei. What can I do
fer ya?” he asked, scratching his eyes some.
“What th... you was
sleepin’? Oh, I’m sorry, I thought Crono was over here.” Yei apologized.
“Naw, naw, he hasn’t been
here all day. Lucca was so sad because of that.” Taban said, a consoling look
plastered on his face before realizing that he shouldn’t feel bad since she did
do bad the previous day. Stronger in tone, he finished, “But Crono was not
here. Sorry, Yei.”
“No problem. He was
probably in some tree hanging out. Thanks again, and sorry for waking you.” Yei
said, waving good-bye.
It was now dark and Yei
hoped Crono was in his room sleep. Where he wished he was, too. Sleep. He was
so tired that day and he didn’t know why. Work was slow as ever, so he
shouldn’t have been tired from lack of work. But then thinking about it, lack
of work probably would make him tired. It was all the same, though.
Yei stumbled into the house
and yelled out to Qintte that he was home, but heard no response. He called out
once more, but still nothing. Walking slowly in, perking his ears and eyes up,
he heard a slight whimper off in his bedroom. It was his wife. He ran into the
room and saw he wife sitting on the bed rocking softly and crying heavily,
short sobs cut off from lack of oxygen flowing into her body. Throwing his arm
around her, he asked what was wrong. A paper that she had held close to her Yei
didn’t see before was handed to him as she continued to cry profusely. The top
of the paper was stained a reddish color, and the words were scribbled out in a
I want that gun made! I will give you till morning
tomorrow to make the gun and bring it to me. I am at a makeshift hut close to
the Cursed Woods. Bring the gun and the rest of the boy will be spared.
The rest of the... what did
he mean? Crono?!? Does he want that gun so much he would do this?? Why,
tha... Yei angrily thought. Crumbling the paper in his hand, he stormed out
the room, but not before calming his wife down some, and telling her that Crono
was going to come back. Alive. That didn’t help calm her fears much though. All
she knew was that Crono was in danger now and she was his mother. The very one
that was suppose to protect him from danger. And this is what she let happen to
Yei ran and pulled out the
gun design that this... Gaoyt wanted made. I always wanted to test this
thing out. This psychopath is going to get what’s been coming to him for a long
time... Yei thoughts screamed out. Kicking the door open, gun in hand, Yei
ran out into the cool, moonlit night ready to take revenge on whatever sick,
malicious thing he did to his son.
Qintte still slowly rocked
back and forth on her bed, now clenching her knees. She was a bad, appalling
woman. How could she let this happen to her son. Even if Yei brought him back,
he wouldn’t be the same. Oh god, why did this have to happen, she
questioned herself over and over again in her head. Her tears began to form
once more, and even more so as she looked at what the madman had left on a
plate by her bedside. A dried up, blood stained tongue.
It had to be eleven, or
close to midnight, Gaoyt thought. And he was tired, too. Being alone in that
little room was starting to make him sleepy. He was happy he finally finished
whittling away what he was trying to form, at least. The shape of a heart. It
was so lovely in his eyes.
“Now you got a heart again,
Pazllia.” Gaoyt told something in the corner. “Now you’ll be all better.”
Crono had regained
consciousness a little over an hour ago, his head still hurting, his mouth ever
in so much pain, and his wrist, burning ever still from the tightly tied ropes.
He still didn’t know who that madman was talking to, and why he was ever taken.
Well, sure he was pretty mean to him, but that didn’t mean he should have been
taken like he was, he reasoned. He did step on his stick.
While all those thoughts
were mingling with one another in his head, there was a knock at the door that
startled the both of them. Gaoyt stood quickly, and crept to the door. Looking
back at Crono, he gestured for him to be quiet.
“Who’s there?” he called
out in his toughest voice.
As soon as those words were
uttered, though, the door came crashing down on him as Yei yelled out, “Where’s
The door’s edge landed
square on his corner lip and after he stumbled back some, Gaoyt instinctively
wiped his lip. He then looked at his tainted sleeve. Blood. What a grand
color! he thought. I’ve seen a lot of that today. A evil grin
appeared on his face, and Gaoyt started to laugh slightly. Looking at the
little fellow laugh like a maniac, slightly perturbed at seeing such a
thing, Yei pulled him up and yelled,
“Where’s my son? Where’s my boy?!?”
Gaoyt finally stopped
laughing and looked Yei square in the eyes. Then pointed behind him to a little
corner. Yei dropped him and ran to see his blood stained son, crying tears of
gladness of see his father again. Immediately, Yei released Crono’s bonds and
held him in his arms tightly. He asked if he was okay several times, never
allowing an answer from young Crono.
“C’mon, we’re getting out
of here,” he finished, picking Crono up in his arms as he began to carry him
out the room.
Gaoyt just looked at the whole proceedings until Yei made way for the door.
“Wait. My gun. Where is it?” he questioned, walking in front of the door.
Raising an eyebrow, Yei
looked at him indignantly. “You want this gun?” Yei asked, shaking the gun in
the air. Gaoyt just shook his head, a small smile on his face.
“You cannot own
this GUN!!” he spoke, words harsh and spiteful. “What kind of
freakin’ idiot are...
“Shut up, just shut up!”
Gaoyt lashed out back at Yei. He was tired of being toyed with. With being
taken advantaged of. If the gun was made a long time ago, none of this would
have ever happened. Yei had no right, in his mind, not to make that gun. “You
don’t know why I want that gun! You can’t say anything! Just shut up!” he
angrily spat at him.
Even though he was the one
holding a gun in hand, Yei felt a certain fear fall on him that emanated from
this man. Still trying to keep his composure, he angrily asked, “Yeah, so why
do you want this gun then?”
“Revenge,” he answered
“On who?” Yei returned.
“On those who... injured my
wife.” he said, revealing a sickening scene that lay behind him. It was his
wife. She sat in a chair, her guts pouring out from her side as she slumped a
bit towards the side. Her eyes were wide, mouth the same, depicting fear and
agitation. Half of her face was... gone and her skin was deathly pale. It was
obvious she was dead. The dried up blood that lay on the ground from her torn
out stomach attracted many flies and other insects and buzzed slightly.
Yei almost threw up from
such a viscera scene. Crono almost got a glance of the woman, but Yei turned
his head around quickly. “Who did this?” he asked sympathetically.
“A cursed man named Kila.
He came to my house one day asking if he could lodge here at our modest
dwelling. Said that he needed a place to relax at.” Gaoyt started, looking back
at his wife. “He carried a big gun, the exact same one I want you to make.
After the first night, we thought that he would be on his way. He didn’t
Gaoyt walked over to his
chair and sat down. “He stayed here a few more days. Now, I have a big family,
all mostly on her side, and her sisters always came over to visit. They are all
as beautiful as she is.” he said, longingly looking back at his wife. “He
thought I was running a whore house, though! Can you believe it?!? I guess
because of all the girls running in and out of the house constantly. He wanted
to make out with my wife. Of course I refused it, and asked him to promptly
leave. He did, and I was thankful for that.”
He paused for a moment and
looked to the ground. Running his fingers through his hair, he continued, “So,
I left out for work the following day. I.. I work at the marine port, make sure
the boats are all loaded off before they set sail.” He stopped himself. No need
to give a job description, he thought.
“I came home that day and
heard crying. Soft... crying. I walked into the bedroom and I saw Kila and my
wife completely naked. Kila was on top of my wife... inside her with a
gun pointed to her head. I gasped in horror at the scene and Kila turned around
to see me. He smiled... he smiled at me and... and he... the trigger, he pulled
Yei just gaped, visualizing
the image in his head.
“As he stood up, he fired
another round in her stomach. He would have shot me, too. But he ran out of
bullets. He just smiled as he left the house. He just smiled. That bastard just
smiled!!” Gaoyt yelled now, tears swelling up, fist clenched tightly.
Yei still said and did
nothing but only stood there in awe. He shifted a lightheaded Crono in his arm
a bit as Gaoyt started again.
“Now, I need that gun. I
need it to kill him. Just like he killed my wife. But, but, I’m going to have
the last laugh! I made... I made a heart,” he fumbled the words, bending over
and picking up the little wooden heart he whittled at all day. “See? I’m going
to put this in my wife and she’ll be all better, and Kila will be dead.” he
smiled evilly. “He’ll be dead, isn’t that great? He’ll be dead and she’ll be
alive.” he started laughing. “But... But, I’m going to need that gun,” he said,
walking towards Yei.
Yei was scared. And
confused. He came here wanting to kill this man. Now, he felt sorry for him.
This man was capable of anything now. Reasoning wasn’t going to work, but there
was no harm in trying. “Look, Gaoyt. I see your in a lot of pain, and I’m
sorry. But, I’m not giving you this gun. Now, just back up.” he said, pointing
the gun at him.
“What are you going to do?
Shoot me?” Gaoyt smiled, still moving forward.
“Please, I’m warning you,”
“Oh, I’m not worried about
a little wound from that old thing. I’ll just make me a new heart,” he
finished, lunging at Yei.
Having no choice, Yei
pulled the trigger. The four bullets connected Gaoyt’s side, tearing pieces of
it out. Gaoyt fell to the floor, shocked a bit that he’d been shot. Yei looked
on, shocked himself that he’d pulled the trigger. Gaoyt looked at Yei and then
to Crono before closing his eyes. Dropping the gun as if it were an asp, Yei
ran out of the little house, scared and afraid... afraid of everything.
The gun fell to Gaoyt’s
side, most of the blood from his side drenching the tip of the gun. Yei left
that house feeling bad. Feeling bad for his son, and whatever torture he was
put through, bad for Gaoyt’s wife and the fate that befell her, and bad for
Gaoyt. He didn’t deserve to die. He didn’t mean to kill him. Whether or not Yei
would have felt at ease at knowing he didn’t kill Gaoyt or not was soon to be
answered as a bloodied hand fell on the barrel of the gun.
It had to be two o’clock at that moment, and Qintte was still rocking back and
forth on her bed as she heard a slight noise at the door. Could that be them,
she thought, running to the door. She opened it to see an exasperated husband
collapse on the floor and a bloodied, pasted out Crono falling out of his
grasp. Breathing deeply, Yei smiled wearily at Qintte and said, “I told you I’d
bring him home.”
She held the past out Crono
in her arms while on the floor and looked worriedly at his dried up bloodied
face. She guessed how that happened, and looked up to her husband only to hear
a piercing sound and then the splatter of blood hitting her person and Crono,
as pieces of Yei’s head showered all that surrounded him. Crouching there in
total surprise and shock, she looked on in sheer horror as his headless body
toppled to the floor. Looking out the door to her house, she saw a wobbly man,
blood literally pouring out from his side, gun lazily slung over his shoulder.
He sloppily walked up the
steps and muttered, “If I can’t kill Kila... I’ll kill the gun’s maker.” He
then fell to the floor, dead. He had used up all his remaining energy to follow
him and the final bit to pull the trigger and proclaim those last few words.
Revenge was executed in one way or another, he reasoned before breathing his
She had left the bodies
there on her doorstep. She would deal with them later. The trauma was too much,
and her shuffling around bloodied bodies in the middle of the night wouldn’t
calm her down any. She didn’t know how this could have come about. She probably
never will. What horrendous deeds had she committed to allow such things to
fall upon her household like this? She had questioned herself numerous times, but
sought no answer. She only wanted the best for her family, but this is what
happened in the end, instead.
She had put Crono in his
bed, and tried to clean up his wounds as best she could. He was still
unconscious from sheer exhaustion and fear. More of the latter though. She
thought it was better that he had past out. At least he didn’t see his father
die so... viciously.
He was gone. Her husband
was forever lost to her, the only man she ever loved. What happened, what
happened? she questioned herself over and over again. Why did this
happen, why, why?
She went back to her room.
The sun was slowly creeping over the mountains off into the far background. Day
already, she sighed. Why me? She’d been on her bed all night long,
asking that same question in her head, over and over again. Why? I take care
of my family. I... I try to provide as best I can. I only want the...” she
couldn’t continue her thoughts as she erupted in tears once more.
Crono would never be the
same again. She would never hear him call out for his mother ever again, or
complain about a “boo-boo” or tell about his adventures for the day. She would
never hear that again. She looked back at the plate and the thing on it that
kidnapper left behind. The tongue. What would possess a man to do such a
thing. To a boy, no less?!
She looked out at the
morning sky. At the leaves and the colors they were changing into. It seemed
like they were just green the night before. Everything changed so fast.
she thought. She just looked on, tears still streaking down her face. She had
to be stronger for Crono than she was at that sad moment. But, how could she be stronger? She lost her
husband and her son will never be the same. How can she be any better than she
was before without the full support she had?
The sky had a slight purple
tinge to it, little puffballs of white littering it. She looked at the little
puffballs float on by ever so slowly. She sighed deeply. Her life forever
changed in the blink of an eye. She held onto her knees a bit tighter. She had
to be strong. This event is just a bane in my life, she reasoned,
thinking back to the story she would always read her son. To make rasing
little Crono more difficult. I know it is. But, I’ll over come this. I have to.
Another tear made it way
down her face as she resolved to always do good for young Crono. Her young
warrior’s bane was still sitting on the plate by the bed stand, and he’ll
overcome it, she knew. His life will be difficult no doubt, but she was
determined to help him. It seems like he is that warrior and not me. she
thought, thinking back to that story she would always read her son. A little
warrior is what he always wanted to be, anyway. She would help him be even
that, if he so desired.
I’ll be strong for
Crono. she resolved in her heart once
again. I’ll help him be the strongest warrior. I’ll help him overcome his
More often than not, when
reading a fanfic dealing with Chrono Trigger, Magus is always the subject of
storytelling and how he's still searching for his long lost sister long after
the game is completed. Rarely is a fanfic dealing with Crono, and if it is, the
topic is usually one and the same. Crono and Marle finally getting married, or
a new evil that has arisen that must be stopped. Each one has been used and
reused all too often, as well.
I was looking for something
a bit more original when trying to write a Chrono Trigger fanfic, and I always
found it odd that other authors would portray Crono in their works as someone
who can talk. I think the producers of the game didn't have Crono talk for a
reason, and that was because he was a mute. I never really imagined Crono being
born mute, but something happened to have caused that, and that's what caused
me to originally write this story.
I portrayed Crono as being
a sassy, smart-aleck for a reason, thinking that his timid attitude we saw of
him in the game was slowly converted to that after this incident. Psychological
damage, you could say; the shock from losing his father as well as not being
able to talk caused him to retreat into hiding, more or less and just practice
being the best warrior ever. Thus, why his fighting skills weren't too shabby
when we saw him in the game.
I also wanted to address
the fact that Crono didn't have a father and why he didn't have a father. I
assumed that he was killed when Crono was very young, and not be the type to
just walk away from his family. That just didn't seem likely. So, I also
addressed that issue in this story as well. The fact that Crono's tongue was
cut out was suppose to be the resolution to the whole story, but as I started
incorporating the fact that his father would have to die, I decided it would be
better if that was the climax.
Please forgive me if any of
names of the various locations were a bit off. The forest that Gaoyt’s home was
close to, I’m not sure at all if the Cursed Woods is the correct name or not. I
don’t have the game in my possession, so I had no way of finding out the
correct names of those locations. I did try to look it up in various online
FAQ’s but that didn’t work out too well. So, please pardon those errors.
An argument that might
arise from this story is the simple fact that I assumed Crono can’t talk.
Something that has been made mention is that one of the endings apparently has
Crono speaking. I’m not sure how true that is, seeing as how I only unlocked
about six of them, but if it is indeed true, this whole story is just based on
all the other endings where he doesn’t speak. People also say that Crono can
speak cause when Marle first encounters him, she asks what his name is. And
then she replies, if my memory is correct, that Crono is a funny name. He just has
to be able to speak to tell her what his name is, is what most people argue.
Well, I’m going with the thought that Crono has a little card he carries around
just in case some pretty girl asks him what his name is. Far fetch? You betcha,
but I’m sticking with it.
One final note is the
characters themselves. I'm not too sure how well fleshed out they turned out to
be. Maybe I should have made this story two chapters, to help give the
characters more motivation and feeling, letting you, the reader care more about
them. Maybe not, I'm not too sure. So, please send some feedback and tell me if
the characters were fleshed out enough or if I should have split the story into
chapters, allowing more characters thoughts and emotions to flow freer. Thanks