Innkeeper
You can't hide something like this, so you just confess everything. Your mother says nothing for a moment and then you feel a slap to your face.
"I can't believe you would do such a thing. That is not how you were raised! Those poor women! They were just trying to earn a living and you had them disfigured just to hamper the competition? We were doing just fine!"
"No, we weren't! Frank's inn was starting to beat the hell out of us in everyway! With the way things were going we wouldn't have had enough business to support this place let alone me trying to finish up my schooling!"
"Is your schooling more important than basic humanity or even the confines of the law? (Sigh) Nevermind, I suppose some of this is our fault. We pushed so hard for your education that now you're willing to do anything to achieve it well there's only one thing left to do I suppose. Sell this place to Frank."
"What?! He's not going to do anything, he's just bluffing!"
'And what if he isn't? What if he decides to do the same thing you did, or worse? No, I'm not living my life like that; I had enough of it with Mr. Reynolds who YOU just recently brought into our lives again by hiring your old hoodlum friends of yours. So first thing I want you to do in the morning is to pay whatever you agreed to Mr. Reynolds, I'm sure we can cover it or else you wouldn't have made the deal. Meanwhile I'll talk to Frank to hammer out the agreement."
"So that's it then? We're just giving up?"
"Nobody's giving up son. I stayed to help you as much as I could, but I can't stand by and help you anymore if you're going to engage in criminal activity. I'm selling this place and saving you from yourself. Now if you decide to continue being involved in criminal activity, well I suppose I can't stop you, but in any case I'm moving back to Teckleville."
You protest, yell and accuse at your mother for a good half hour, but her mind is made up and eventually she just closes her door and goes to sleep.
The next few days go according to your mother's wishes. Mr. Reynolds is paid, though he does wonder about where David and Tom are, you tell him that maybe he should take that up with Frank. The Traveller's Inn is sold to Frank and your mother doesn't give you any of the money from the sale. She just wishes you well and knows that with your intelligence you'll be able to find work before she moves back to Teckleville.
It doesn't need to be said that you're very angry about all this, at your mother, at Rita, at David and Tom, at Frank, at everyone really, but you're mainly mad at yourself. You should've shown better judgment and now you've lost everything.
You do manage to find work, but it's only as a lowly clerk filing away insignificant papers and other dull material. You never really get ahead and your former goals are discarded anyway since you wonder why you wasted all that time studying only for it to all fall apart so spectacularly.
As the years pass you only grow more bitter and angry until one day you snap and arrive at work, killing your boss with your dad's old Troll Gun.
The Klyton Militia soon arrive and as you lay dying from several sword blows and a few gunshot wounds all you do is laugh.
"Thanks dad you heh heh heh finally came through heh heh heh (sputter) for me "
"I can't believe you would do such a thing. That is not how you were raised! Those poor women! They were just trying to earn a living and you had them disfigured just to hamper the competition? We were doing just fine!"
"No, we weren't! Frank's inn was starting to beat the hell out of us in everyway! With the way things were going we wouldn't have had enough business to support this place let alone me trying to finish up my schooling!"
"Is your schooling more important than basic humanity or even the confines of the law? (Sigh) Nevermind, I suppose some of this is our fault. We pushed so hard for your education that now you're willing to do anything to achieve it well there's only one thing left to do I suppose. Sell this place to Frank."
"What?! He's not going to do anything, he's just bluffing!"
'And what if he isn't? What if he decides to do the same thing you did, or worse? No, I'm not living my life like that; I had enough of it with Mr. Reynolds who YOU just recently brought into our lives again by hiring your old hoodlum friends of yours. So first thing I want you to do in the morning is to pay whatever you agreed to Mr. Reynolds, I'm sure we can cover it or else you wouldn't have made the deal. Meanwhile I'll talk to Frank to hammer out the agreement."
"So that's it then? We're just giving up?"
"Nobody's giving up son. I stayed to help you as much as I could, but I can't stand by and help you anymore if you're going to engage in criminal activity. I'm selling this place and saving you from yourself. Now if you decide to continue being involved in criminal activity, well I suppose I can't stop you, but in any case I'm moving back to Teckleville."
You protest, yell and accuse at your mother for a good half hour, but her mind is made up and eventually she just closes her door and goes to sleep.
The next few days go according to your mother's wishes. Mr. Reynolds is paid, though he does wonder about where David and Tom are, you tell him that maybe he should take that up with Frank. The Traveller's Inn is sold to Frank and your mother doesn't give you any of the money from the sale. She just wishes you well and knows that with your intelligence you'll be able to find work before she moves back to Teckleville.
It doesn't need to be said that you're very angry about all this, at your mother, at Rita, at David and Tom, at Frank, at everyone really, but you're mainly mad at yourself. You should've shown better judgment and now you've lost everything.
You do manage to find work, but it's only as a lowly clerk filing away insignificant papers and other dull material. You never really get ahead and your former goals are discarded anyway since you wonder why you wasted all that time studying only for it to all fall apart so spectacularly.
As the years pass you only grow more bitter and angry until one day you snap and arrive at work, killing your boss with your dad's old Troll Gun.
The Klyton Militia soon arrive and as you lay dying from several sword blows and a few gunshot wounds all you do is laugh.
"Thanks dad you heh heh heh finally came through heh heh heh (sputter) for me "
