Savio cursed his horrid luck as he ran. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. But this had to take the cake in terms of his work luck ever. He couldn’t think of why the Monk would be so angry. He had made sure to avoid any religious buildings and he hadn’t caused any damage that he knew of. Did the monk seek to take Savio’s delivery? Savio surely hoped not, since he would his job if he lost a package!
Savio pushed himself harder and faster than he had ever gone before. But no matter how fast he ran, the monk was steadily gaining ground on the young acrobat. Savio was quickly losing energy, and his breathing was ragged. Even his legs ached and his side ached from a running stich. In no time at all, the monk was right behind him. Savio glanced behind and saw the angry glare of the monk as he raised his arm, holding a strange whip like weapon. The Monk of Skerr brought the whip down on Savio’s back with a loud snap. The metal points at the ends of each of the nine small whips that were bound together stuck Savio’s back, slicing though fabric and flesh.
The young man cried out in pure pain, losing his footing and rolling down the roof for the second time that day. This time he was unable to catch himself and fell to the ground below, but luckily he was able to think fast enough to hit the ground with his feet and then roll with the momentum so that he wasn’t hurt from the fall. Savio was gasping for air as he got back to his feet and started running again, this time on the ground. He could feel the warm blood drip down his back, and cause his shirt to stick to his skin.
He didn’t have to look back to know that the monk was still hot on his trail. He knew that he would never make to the fields like this. The other monks would surely join in on the chase and Savio could kiss his arse goodbye. So as a last ditch effort, Savio dodged into a small alley to climb back up onto the roofs in hopes to lose the monk. But like most of his day, it didn’t work out as planned. The monk was too close and Savio could feel the sting of the whip as it struck and wrapped around his ankle while he was attempting to climb the wall of a building.
The monk tugged on the whip and brought Savio down once more. Savio fell onto his stomach, winded for a short moment as the monk kicked him hard in his right side to roll him over. Savio cried out in pain as he complied, his wounded back pressing back into the rough dirt, making it sting all the more.
“Thought you could get away, thief?” The monk barked in the typical Nykan accent. But Savio could also see that the running had taken a toll on the much larger man. Now that Savio was no longer preoccupied with running, he was able to get a better look at the monk. The man was tall and the skin of his face was darkly tanned from possible hours spent in the sun. Most of his body was hidden by his Monk’s Habit, but Savio could tell that the man was rather largely muscular. During the chase, the cowl of the robes had fallen to expose the monk’s head. He face was hard, but he still looked young; perhaps a year or two older than Savio. The monk’s hair was also pulled back in a short, tight pony tail.
Savio gasped for air, but still managed to speak “A t-thief? I’m not a thief!” Savio couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The monk thought he had stolen something? Is that why he gave chase?
The monk narrowed his eyes and leaned down, grabbed Savio by the front of his shirt, picked up the young, and then slammed him into the wall like a ragdoll before pinning him there. Savio hissed in pain as the lashes on his back hit the rough wall. “Then why did you run if you were not guilty?” The monk’s voice was whispered and dangerous. Savio was petrified; his stone grey eyes were wide with his fear.
“Well Tiny, Did you expect me to just stop and have small talk with a massive armed monk who was charging at me?” The words had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. Why was it that when he was fearing for his life, his filter decides now of all times to disappear? Stupid, stupid, STUPID!
The monk narrowed his eyes with righteous rage before slamming Savio back into the wall once more before back handing him so hard that his head jerked to the left and his lip split. The monk then grabbed a hold of Savio’s messenger bag and yanked it off of him before tossing the young courier to the ground.
“Well let’s just see what you stole, shall we?”
Savio watched as the monk yanked the bag open and took out the package. The monk examined the packed with thoughtful eyes. But his eyes shot open wide when he saw the address card. “Where did you get this?” the venom in the man’s voice sent jolts of terror down Savio’s stinging back.
“I am a courier. I was in the process of delivering that when you started chasing me.” Savio answered with a shaking voice.
“How do I know that you are telling the truth?” The monk questioned.
Savio pointed to the messenger bag, there was the symbol of his employer on it. “T-that bag belongs to m-my boss. Inside, you will find a written note of passage that allows me to get into certain areas so that I can deliver to my addressees.”
The Monk instantly dug through the bag until he pulled out the note and read it quickly. The monk’s expression quickly changed to that of embarrassment. “Then why the petch were you running on the roofs?! Are you mad?” The monk shouted at Savio, but the terrifying aura around the monk had faded.
“It’s faster. I can avoid the crowded streets and see where I need to go better.” Savio replied, his heart was starting to settle back in place and had stopped trying to jump out of his chest. The monk blinked in silence for a long moment, Savio’s point seemed to make sense but the monk didn’t want to admit it out loud.
“Um… May I go deliver it now?” Savio meekly asked.
“No need. You already have.” The monk sighed as he took the package and tossed Savio back his satchel.
Savio caught the bag, but was confused. “I have?”
“I am Žarko Jankovic.” Was all the monk said as he stored the package away in his robes and walked over to Savio. He reached out to the other male, and Savio flinched away from the hand. The monk gave an annoyed sigh as he motioned with his hand that he was going to help Savio to his feet. Savio flushed slightly as he took the hand that was offered.