I run to the lodge.
I jump across the gate.
I climb the windows
I enter into my room.
And hide under my bed.
Yes, i am not taking chances. I do not want to get killed.
But I realized something as the moments went by.
I was going to get killed. Tortured and killed. But I broke the law. I am free from the law
The Sharmon laws are what binds slaves to their miserable lives, how there is a master and another master above him the cruel hierarchy.
Each gets to exploit the one below except the one in the lowest rank (me)
Now I had killed a higher rank demon.
I had broken out of the hierarchy.
I became more scared of death lying under my bed but with fear of death comes longing for life. A desire to lead it in different way.
I forced myself to think. Was I meant to die? A demon like me, a laborer can never even scathe a high rank demon. But I had murdered one.
Noone has come for you yet, Jasper. You are wasting your time. Run escape.
That voice, that good consciousness which comes when you re stupidly giving up. You should always listen to it. And I did.
I got up from my hiding spot. I knew the news would take time to go the Guard, who would hunt me down. Main drawback of careful administrations. But that did not make me less cautious.
I tried to think and work fast. I packed the few clothes I had. My meager rations. Into the one duffel bag I had possessed my entire life.
And then my mom's necklace. The only thing i and of her. She had supposedly worn it on me after my birth and her death.
I put it on. I felt as though she was nearby.
She would have encouraged me.
She would have supported me.
With this new found courage I got up.
I sneaked out of my lodge and began to run.
Endless ash covered mountains
I had no plan. I had nowhere to go. Only hope which is a dangerous thing. Can make you do escapades like this which are senseless.
Whatever was left of that so called 'hope' diffus3d when I saw someone in my path.