⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains heavy themes including racial slurs, violence, and disturbing content. Please read with discretion.
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Europe / British Empire / London: May 29th, 1817.
It was a beautiful day for the world. The birds were chirping their songs as mankind went about their daily routines with smiles on their faces at the beauty of the city, but also sad looks on their faces at the horror of it whether it be financially, emotionally or physically, yet if you were to look closely in london. To be more specific, at the entrance of it. You could see a carriage slowing to a halt as the sound of wheels, shouting merchants, horses, and distant factory noise filled the air.
The atmosphere heavy with smoke, ambition, and filth.
(Jamie Eugene Blackwell's POV)
"Where are we jamie, and what is all of those crates on the wagon." Asked a child with eyes full of curiosity.
Jamie sighed while rubbing his beard full of white hair with his wrinkly left hand and said closed eyes as he ruffled the head of the boy "Work and pretend you don't see anything my boy. I speak from experience as a slave that was beaten half to death and now a slave again to a different form of system."
"But why. Can't we have a look at what is inside." Asked the boy with a pouty look on his face.
Jamie chuckled while getting off the wagon and said while helping the boy down "No. You will not have a look inside percy, you are not my biological son but I still Intend to raise you to grow up and achieve things. I will not have you dying on me in this line of work."
"Ok." Said percy with with a pouty mad look on his fsce as he crossed his arms.
Jamie adjusted his throat while making his way over to a group of five men with cigars in there hands and said politely "Gentlemen I am here to deliver 6432. Do you happen to know of it."
The men were silent. A young man in the middle squinting his eyes as he exhaled smoke from out of his nose.
"Hmm…who's asking." Asked the young man with squinted eyes.
Jamie squinted and said whisperingly "Lord fletcher."
The eyes of the five men immediately turned serious
"The code is confirmed, move the crates into the warehouse and don't pull any funny shit, you hear." Said the a deep voice middle aged man while moving his coat slightly with his hand on a gun.
Jamie stroked his beard and nodded while saying with a serious look on his face "You have nothing to worry about gentlemen. I understand."
"Good, get moving." Said the young man with cold eyes as he exhaled smoke form his mouth.
Jamie sighed quietly and started making his way back towards the wagon while thinking "If only I was born into power"
*Click*
"Hm…" Said jamie freezing in place from hearing a sound.
*Kak* *Tik*
Whispers were heard inside the wagon.
"Don't tell me." Said jamie muttering under his breath with wide eyes as he ran to the back of the wagon and seen percy trying to pop open a crate.
*Kak* *Tik*
Percy had gritted teeth while moving the lid of the locked crate up and down with a hammer and said stutteringly "O…open already."
"Percy. Stop it." Said jamie whispering loudly with a angerd look on his face.
Percy froze and looked back at jamie with shock and said Immediately while pointing at jamie "I want to know what's inside this thing."
The wagon was silent. A bulging vein starting to appear on jamie's forehead.
Footstep's sounded. Jamie's eyes widened.
"Is everything alright." Asked the young man with squinted eyes as he made his way over with his hand on the gun strapped to his waist.
Jamie's face Instantly changed to a genuinely fake smile and said with a laugh while getting onto the wagon "Hahaha, everything is fine sir. I was just making sure we have the right amount of crates and I was about to back the wagon into the warehouse afterwards."
"I see, why dose the brat have a hammer in his hand." Asked the young man with squinted eyes as he exhaled smoke from his nose.
Percy trembled. His hands clenching onto the hammer.
"Ah. That's because I ordered him to check the crate and make sure it wasn't being pried into, you know how this line of business is so we can never be tot careful…hahaha." Said jamie with a little as he waved his left hand in a very laid back manner.
The young man's eyes stayed squinted and suddenly hopped onto the wagon and said with a cold look in his eyes "I'll check for myself."
The wagon was silent.The atmosphere tense.
"I…d…didn't do anything sir." Said percy with his head bowed in a stutter as he kept looking at the crate with a dent on it.
The young man's eyes followed percy's and seen the dented crate and said with anger while grabbing percy by the shirt and lifting him into the air "Do you wanna die you little nigger. I don't wanna die and I know you sure ass hell don't either, let me teach you a lesson today."
"PLEASE HAVE MERCY, HE'S JUST A BOY." Said jamie desperately loudly while dropping onto the floor in a prostrating position.
*Boom*
The young man looked down at jamie with the lol of a insect in his eyes and asked "Why are you even raising a little nigger."
"Fucking piece of shit. If I had a gun with me I would have killer you" Thought jamie with his teeth grinding together.
The young man spit on Percy's face and pulled out his gun and said with a grin "Your sin is merely just existing you little shit."
"HELP ME." Said percy loudly while kicking his feet back and forth.
Jamie clenched his fist and suddenly lunged at the man and punched the shit out of him.
*BOOM*
The young man stumbled back and said while spitting out a bloody tooth " "Pooh.You damn old crow."
*SPLAT*
"Die you old shit. I will make sure to sell the little nigger well." Said the young man with a smile as he raised the gun and was about to pull the trigger.
Jamie clenched his fists and said with a roar "RUN PERCY. RUN."
*BANG*
Jamie fell backward.
*Boom*
Percy jumped off the wagon and started running with tears streaming down his face and muttered continuously "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Huh. We're did the little fucker go." Said the young man with a sigh as he kicked Jamie's lifeless body and spat on it while taking his leave from the wagon.
(Mordred's POV)
"So this is london." I said calmly as I stepped out of the carriage while adjusting my cravat tie with my tongue clicking as a echolocation took form inside my mind.
The city was loud. Too loud. Too alive.
Money moved here. Power moved here.
And from the smell of shit, sweat, coal, perfume, and opportunity alone.
I already knew one thing.
This city was built for people like me.
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THE END…