The Thief

[Bijo]

Chapter 3 is now included but with censorship and very shortened.

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“And I know I will be for certain,” Zendex thought as he saw a young woman removing her clothing while he found himself in bed. The blanket over him had a remarkable position near the center. One could notice something... standing out underneath it, and it was obvious what it was.

The girl was one of the girls from the inn and he had taken her home. She removed her dress and then her upper clothing. “My my, what voluptuous things of pleasure you bear,” Zendex uttered with anticipated satisfaction.

“Do you like them?” the girl asked while bringing them closer to his head.

The business they conducted was of extreme intense sexual nature.

“Ahhhaahahaha,” Zendex thought to himself with a smile whilst tightly squeezing and slapping her voluptuous bottom as she bounced atop him. “I have you now.”

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The next morning. Many stand gathered on the town square. There is excitement regarding something. People are hissing, booing, and generally making trouble. Some children are held by parents and some adolescents and other adults seem to be engaging in a sort of hostility. The words 'murderer' among others are being shouted.

In the inn, Tarz woke up and prepared to leave. As he was about to exit the inn and seek new employment, his eyes remarked the commotion. He returned to the owner of the inn who was behind his bar cleaning glasses and asked him about the upheaval.

“Sir, why the disturbence outside?” Tarz asked quickly. The barman did not reply at first, but waited instead for a couple of seconds. He seemed very disgusted as if he knew what occurred but was too shocked to speak.

“Please, sir, know you anything?”

“Hrrrm,” as the owner shrugged. “It appears somebody has been murdered, young man,” he said with disgust.

“Murdered--?”

“Yes, indeed: murdered.”

“Who is it?” Tarz asked with curiosity.

“Some girl,” he replied. “But--” he hesitated.

“Yes?” Tarz was anxiously awaiting the man's words but he still remained hesitant to speak.

“What is the reason for your delay?”

The man shrugged once more. “Your friend.”

“My friend?” Tarz replied with a great question mark.

“Yes, your friend,” the inn owner uttered slightly more aggressively. “He murdered the girl.”

At this moment a great shock of disbelief ran through the whole of Tarz's body. It was as if his mind was forced to receive a command for immediate cessation of all activities. Large streams of thoughts passed in his head with extreme lightning-fast speed as if it was his own life about to end in a quick beat.

“Are you well, young lad?” the inn owner asked. But Tarz stood still and gazed into void.

“Young man, respond.”

He remained shocked. The barman prepared a beverage. It would have to be of grand quality –- but above all strength -– if he were to release Tarz from the grip that seized him. He took a little water, a little ale, a little whiskey, a little of this, and a little of that. He then stirred it greatly. Tap tap tap, as he tapped the spoon onto the glass to remove the leftover liquid hereinto.

“This, young man, will assist you in... well, might I say... 'immediate recovery'.”

Tarz stood still and was maneuvered into being seated on the nearest stool by the inn owner who fetched him the glass of... 'strong liquid' that appeared as if it was eating through little parts of the glass.

“There you are, young man.” He quickly forced the strong liquid into Tarz's mouth whereafter he hastily ran towards his bar to supposedly seek cover.

“Ah... ah.... Ahhhhh.... ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!” Tarz suddenly screamed! He jumped up from his seat and commenced running like a fool to the exterior of the place. He stood hesitant after which he searched around. With great speed he moved towards the horses he saw standing in front of a water tray and dug his head deep into it as he remained there for at least a minute whereafter he rose in relief.

“Ahhhh.... that taste, that liquid. Fiery.”

The inn owner came outside and asked him if he were feeling well, but he quickly ran away for in the distance he heard sounds of hostility, and he was certain it was his old pal, friend, his brother, in need of help.

As he arrived at the town square he was out of breath and stood behind the crowd with his hands onto his knees as he panted and tried to rebuild his stamina. An old man approached him.

“How fare you, young one?” the old man asked. “My my, you seem to be fatigued, eh?”

“What is happening?” Tarz asked barely catching breath.

“Do you not know? A young man named... hmmm, Zendes.... has raped and murdered a young woman. Truly an act of horrible nature, not?”

“Yes yes, Zendex, but--” as he breathed heavily, “--how can it be? It is not him, I assure you! I know this young man as he is a very good friend of mine. A man I view as my brother, a joyous young spirit incapable of doing such evil.”

“That is not what they say, young one.”

“?”

“He is the only one in the position to have done it.”

“Tarrrrz! Tarrrrrz!” a distant voice yelled. “Help me! Tarrrrz!”

Tarz recognized this voice and immediately ran at his top speed to see his friend. Through the mob he went, pushing aside people in haste. The closer he came the more disturbence he noticed. He saw a few men beating up somebody. He quickly approached them as the crowd bood and cheered at the spectacle.

All of a sudden, the crowd eased and so did the violent men. Armed lawmen came closer by horses. They were equipped with simple swords and very deadly -– not to mention intimidating. Their leader dismounted his horse while his men stood guard. He went to the attackers to see what the problem was. They, and everybody else near, humbly moved away in fear to make a path for the chief.

“Arrest these men,” he said coldly with a gesture to his second-in-command who then ordered his men to the task.

“What--?” as the violent men stood surprised. “But we....” He got pushed aside and grabbed by one of the armed lawmen.

“And arrest that one too who has been beaten.”

Then another man from the crowd grabbed attention. “Do you know what has...”

“Yes,” the chief interrupted. He then directed his attention again to his second-in-command. “When you are done with these fools, recover the body for proof. Go.” His men did their jobs and obeyed to the letter. The chief then walked to his steed, mounted it, and directed his words at the crowd as he wielded his pointy weapon. “And all of you...” as he cleared his throat and spat onto the ground in a disgusting way, “...go do what you always do.” He cleared his nose while he was as it. “Mind your business.” He showed excellent authority.

His men arrested the group of attackers and carried Zendex's body onto a horse. They went forth towards the temporary prison and Tarz simply stood there with adrenalin taking over his brain.

“What must I do? What must I do???”