Difference between revisions of "Bedtime Story"

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Title: Bedtime Story

Author: Basil Stag Hare

The man looked up at the other figure in the storm that was drenching an old sandstone temple. He was clearly not afraid. His mind was set on one thing.

He spoke with heart, "It belongs in a museum."

The other man smiled and laughed evily,"Basil my friend, it belongs with me and I am sure some salesman in West Britain will pay a hefty price for it."

Basil coughed up blood and struggled to get up,"How can you do this Boromir? It belongs to the people.."

Boromir kicked Basil in the stomach sending him sliding across the wet sandstone,"Quite easily my friend, for 8 million gold, you would too." Basil squinted out of a puffed up eyelid at the whip that was 10 feet from him. If he could just reach it... Basil reeled in pain as another nasty kick was dealt to his stomach. "You and me have had some good times Basil. But I am afraid our time together has come to an end here." Boromir pulled out his sword and knelt towards Basil. Basil used all his strength to kick out at Boromir. The kick caught Boromir in the midsection and sent him sprawling. The sword in his hands flew through the air to a good 20 feet from Boromir. Basil scrambled towards his whip as Boromir scrambled to his sword. Boromir grabbed his sword and turn around to face Basil. Before he could move, Basil's whip wrapped around his hand. Basil tugged hard and the sword fell out of Boromir's hand once more. Basil stood calmly in the rain facing Boromir.

Through gritted teeth he spoke, "It belongs in a museum." Basil cracked the whip at Boromir again. Boromir got the message and tossed the artifact to Basil,

"You know you can't hide from me Basil. You can't save every artifact from becoming sold on the market. You have not the guts to kill me. You are a coward!" Basil slowly turned around and proceeded to walk away from Boromir in the drenching rain. "You hear me Basil? You can't escape me! You'll never be rid of me!" Basil turned around grinning. He drew on his weak magics to paralyze Boromir.

Slowly he tied him up and walked off, "Don't mind the natives Boromir."

Boromir's face went pale, "Basil! You can't leave me here like this Basil! I know you! You won't! You'll come back for me! BASIL! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

With a grin Basil started jogging off towards the boat near the old temple. With artifact in hand, the people would be happy...