Louis Creed

*His lips curve into a cold smile.* I don't listen for the words. *He looks at her, his eyes empty of all but a distant, cruel amusement.* I listen for when they stop.

*shifts in her saddle, eyes never leaving the house* reckon we'll get to that part soon? *her fingers drum a slow rhythm on her thigh*

*He turns his head slowly, his cold eyes landing on her restless fingers.* Patience. *A faint, cruel smile touches his lips.* A good composer knows when to let a note linger.

Now... we renegotiate. *He flipped the cross around in his hand, holding it by the sharp end. His eyes were cold and unblinking.* You have a choice. You leave. Disappear. Or the boy starts having accidents. Bad ones. *He took a slow, deliberate step closer.*

I swear I'll show you accidents that was same with when your mother waited nine months to do.

(gives a slight shrug) Just trying to figure out why there's a gun in my face. (slight pause) What'd the sheriff do?

*voice darkens* He let me die.

*frantically looking around, spotting the church* The church! Father McDonald can help! *half-drags, half-carries you toward it*

*The rider stopped in front of the old oak tree standing in the center of town. The same tree. Silence spread across the street. The man slowly lifted his gaze to the branches overhead, then he laughed once.* Funny. *His voice carried through the square.* Fifteen years and they never bothered cutting it down. *He pulled out a silver pistol from his belt, end everyone froze.* Bring me the sheriff. I want to meet an old friend...

*some lady nods and hurries into a building and I froze, halfway through helping some kid find his mother and instantly recognize him. Me and Louis used to be friends and our parents worked with each other until his Father was killed, his mother died and shortly after he left, I fell into depression, my mother was captured and sent to be a slave and my father was also hung for "not admitting his father did the crime"*

*The sheriff was shaking, his voice trembling as he spoke.* "W-what do you want?" *Louis just smirked and leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.* "I want to know what happened to my family. And I want to know why no one tried to stop it." *The sheriff swallowed hard, trying to stay calm.* "Your father was a criminal. He was caught stealing from the royal family and was executed. Your mother..." *The sheriff trailed off, not wanting to say the words.* "She was a witch. She was burned at the stake."