“So, uh, where are we going?” I asked after I was led in circles around the same few dark alleys over and over again. Whoever was playing this prank was a terrible planner.
“To the palace.” He growled.
“Oh. But I thought the palace was that way.” I said pointing at the opposite direction that we were heading and also not in the direction of the palace.
“You shut up. I know what I’m doing.” He growled, but moments later, he turned around and walked in the direction I was pointing at. I felt slightly confused. Was this guy serious about selling me out? He kept walking forward.
“Um. Now a left.” He turned sharply left and his knife barely sliced my throat.
“Watchit! The signs say wanted alive. No good if you kill me.” I said rubbing my neck sorely.
“True.” He responded gruffly, loosening his grip on the knife slightly. We walked on. I was leading him straight to the sewers, a place where no one, except the lowest of the lowest went. And only advanced thieves travel there to make transactions. We don’t even steal there.
“Almost there.” I look up proudly.
“Huh?” The guy stopped and once again almost killed me with that stupid knife. I was going to have to do some research on who that knife came from. I felt the guy look up and around. I suppose he was staring at the ground the whole time.
“I said we’re almost there.” I whispered.
“What?” He asked me. But I had enough acting for one day and before he realized, I knocked the knife out of his hand, grabbing my own at the same time and pointed it at him.
“Did you have fun?” I stared at his eyes nonchalantly, letting the tip of my blade tickle his throat. A small drop of blood trickled down his throat.
“I suggest you take off your hood first.” He slowly rose his arms shakily and dropped the hood off his face and there stood the baker shaking with his arms stuck in the air. I stared at him surprised. How did he know about my real self? I squinted at him.
“Good. I say keep it like that.” I withdrew the blade and slowly started circling him. “So... What were you doing, hiding behind me?” I asked.
“W-what were you doing in my stor-” I stuck my blade against his throat again.
“Rule number one of being a captive, never question your interrogator.” I whispered as I trace small tally mark on his throat. “Let’s see how many rules we can learn today. Sound good?”
“Uh, ye- yes”
“Rule two! No stuttering.” I drew another mark on his throat. “Now, respond to my question!”
“I noticed that things were being stolen from my storage room so I was waiting on someone to show up.”
I nodded slowly.
“And have you caught others?”
“Uh, no...” He trailed off.
“Rule three, don’t try hiding anything!” I cut another tally on his throat.
“But I saw shadows of some!” He gasped quickly.
“Hmmm... And the ransom?”
“I made that up!”
“Are you lying?”
“Do you swear?”
“Yes! I swear upon my life!”
I laughed inwardly. So it was a coincidence. I smelled something freshly putrid and saw a small puddle forming beneath the bakers feet. His face was beet red.
“Begone and don’t come back. Don’t try to mess with thieves again or else there will be more serious consequences.” The baker stared at me in disbelief. “I said begone! Do you want me to kill you?”
His face contorted into horror and he ran away.
I shook my head as I stared at the receding figure of the old man. Stupid old man. Why I didn’t kill him? Maybe I felt a little pity for him.