Dirk Slander: Man with a Mission :: Short Story Stories Essays

Dirk Slander Man with a Mission turn tail your slag Princess The henchmen shouted at Princess Bithics, pushing her roughly with the end of his gun. The princess stumbled up the step in front of her and banged her knee on the ground. Dirk Slander struggled in his bonds to move toward her, but his captor tightened the grip on Dirks neck, and punched Dirk in the punt to quite him down. None of that. A scratchy voice whispered in his ear. The mans hot breath floated over Dirks shoulder and assaulted his nose it smelled of old fuddle and rotten eggs. You be a good boy Mr. Slander, or I tell Randolph there to give your Princess the once over. The man punched Dirk in the okay again to make his point. Dirk gritted his teeth and grunted, but didnt cry out. Relaxing a bit, he allowed himself to be pulled back from the princess. She staggered to her feet, tentatively tested the bruised knee, and continued up the stone steps, now walking with a small limp. Dirk had no doubts she was in pain. Sweat beaded around her temples, causing her fine black bangs to go to her forehead. Dirt was smeared on her cheeks, and blood from her bottom lip trailed off the coigne of her mouth down her small but determined chin. She looked nothing same the Princess of Casmir, in fact Dirk would have thought her a different girlfriend entirely if her eyes still didnt hold that radiating icy glare. Dirk had to revere her spirit most women would be a bubbling mass of sense by now. The princess had moxy, no doubt about it. How much of the treasure did Gorgonzola bid you? Dirk asked the man behind him, keeping one eye on the princess. He promised me enough, dont you worry about that. Bree answered, and jabbed Dirk with the end of his pistol. Dirk grunted again, but managed to keep his footing. Watching you dice is all the payment I need. You really think Gorgonzola is going to divulge with you? Whats to stop him from double crossing you the way he double track us? Dirk asked. While he tal ked, he tested his bonds. He hoped Bree couldnt foregather him struggling in the darkening twilight. Mr. Slander I never intrust anyone. Bree said, his voice sounded bored and tired. Which is why Im the one with the gun and youre the one marching to your death.