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Ezekiel's head feels like it is being crushed by a rock. His back is worse, so much worse. Thinking back, Ezekiel faintly remembers running through the jungle with his men and helping them escape. His ears ring with the sound of a crunch when he gets up to this point in his memory because he remembers his spine giving way under the weight of one of his men. After that, he doesn't remember what happened to him.
Ezekiel looks around and notices that he is in the hut of the chief. It has very little decoration, but it has a surplus of weapons and a bigger bed compared to the other huts. The hut is also made out of different clothes, while those in his tribe have huts made of reeds and grass. Ezekiel tries to slowly get up off the bed, but ultimately cannot. His back is killing him and so is his head. The chief comes into the tent and sits down by Ezekiel.
Chief: "How are you feeling?"
Ezekiel: "Like someone hit me with a rock and then drove over me while I was down."
Chief: "At least you are alive. Your injuries aren't too severe, but you do need to rest for a few days."
Ezekiel: "What happened anyway? I thought you were fine with us being here."
Chief: "Our idols went missing. You are to be our prisoner until they are found."
This time when Ezekiel tries to get up, he notices that his feet are actually tied to the bed. Ezekiel, who is quickly tired out due to his injuries, lays back on the bed panting slightly.
Ezekiel mutters to himself: "Dammit."
Ezekiel: "We didn't steal your idols!"
Chief: "My men and I saw you eyeing them."
The chief gets up and leaves the tent. Ezekiel is left on the bed for three more days before they allow him to get up. The second he is off the bed, the chief ties his hands behind his back.
Chief: "If it wasn't for your kind act in the jungle, then we would have killed you already."
Ezekiel: "Why don't you let us live and be free due to my 'kind act'?"
Chief: "Our idols are still missing. Someone needs to pay for that."
Ezekiel: "We did not steal your idols!"
The Chief pushes Ezekiel outside of the tent. As Ezekiel gets adjusted to the sunlight, due to there being very little in the tent, he sees a cage, but doesn't see his men anywhere. The chief and his men put Ezekiel in the cage.
Ezekiel: "Where are my men?"
Chief: "They left you. We will determine the fate of you the next sunrise."
Ezekiel stays up most of the night. He thinks about the situation he is in and what it could mean for the rest of his life, however long that may be. As he sat in the cage, he whittled it down to a few suspects: his men, one of the men of the chief, or one of the regular locals. Ezekiel doesn't think that it is any of his men. Most of them are intelligent and know that stealing something important from the tribe would be certain death. As Ezekiel thinks back, he does remember that some of the men of the chief don't like him and his group. They would more than likely be the ones to do it, knowing that death would be the punishment. Ezekiel smiles softly as he thinks of his next actions.
The sun rises and the chief appears before Ezekiel first.
Ezekiel: "Greetings chief."
Chief: "Greetings."
As the chief starts to build a fire, Ezekiel decides to take his chance.
Ezekiel: "Ya know Chief, why do you think that we stole your idols?"
Chief: "You are the foreigners."
Ezekiel: "Did you search me when you brought me back? Did you find your idols?"
Chief: "Yes and no."
Ezekiel: "May I propose something?"
The chief eyes him warily, but nods.
Ezekiel: "Have you ever considered that your own men took the idols? Think about it. Some of your men have not taken favor to us since day one, but you haven't seemed to mind having us in your village."
The chief laughs softly, but then his facial expression changes to one of contemplation.
Chief: "I do remember three of my men asking to kill you all when you first made your presence known."
As more men come out of their huts and towards the fire, the chief tells the three suspects to remain by the fire. The chief then had six of his men grab the three as he ordered others to search their huts specifically. One of the men shouts from inside one of the huts and quickly emerges. In his hand, he holds three of the idols. The chief orders for the men to be imprisoned and their fate to be decided the next sunrise. Ezekiel is allowed to stay if he wishes and he does so. He continues the book and completes it, including the events that have recently happened.
Author's Note: This story is a continuation of my story "A Wild Time in the Jungle." Where the first installment was based on The Monkey-Bridge by Noor Inayat, this is based on The Guilty Dogs by Noor Inayat. I wanted Ezekiel to be ditched by his men so that he would need to figure out a solution to the problem himself. Just like in the original story, the chief has three individuals by his side who he does not expect at first, who ends up being the guilty party. As the reward for Ezekiel, he can chose whether he stays or leaves and Ezekiel chooses to stay in order to finish his book. As for the guilty individuals, I left that up to the imagination of the reader, but they are definitely seen as guilty by the chief.
Ezekiel's head feels like it is being crushed by a rock. His back is worse, so much worse. Thinking back, Ezekiel faintly remembers running through the jungle with his men and helping them escape. His ears ring with the sound of a crunch when he gets up to this point in his memory because he remembers his spine giving way under the weight of one of his men. After that, he doesn't remember what happened to him.
Ezekiel looks around and notices that he is in the hut of the chief. It has very little decoration, but it has a surplus of weapons and a bigger bed compared to the other huts. The hut is also made out of different clothes, while those in his tribe have huts made of reeds and grass. Ezekiel tries to slowly get up off the bed, but ultimately cannot. His back is killing him and so is his head. The chief comes into the tent and sits down by Ezekiel.
Chief: "How are you feeling?"
Ezekiel: "Like someone hit me with a rock and then drove over me while I was down."
Chief: "At least you are alive. Your injuries aren't too severe, but you do need to rest for a few days."
Ezekiel: "What happened anyway? I thought you were fine with us being here."
Chief: "Our idols went missing. You are to be our prisoner until they are found."
This time when Ezekiel tries to get up, he notices that his feet are actually tied to the bed. Ezekiel, who is quickly tired out due to his injuries, lays back on the bed panting slightly.
Ezekiel mutters to himself: "Dammit."
Ezekiel: "We didn't steal your idols!"
Chief: "My men and I saw you eyeing them."
The chief gets up and leaves the tent. Ezekiel is left on the bed for three more days before they allow him to get up. The second he is off the bed, the chief ties his hands behind his back.
Chief: "If it wasn't for your kind act in the jungle, then we would have killed you already."
Ezekiel: "Why don't you let us live and be free due to my 'kind act'?"
Chief: "Our idols are still missing. Someone needs to pay for that."
Ezekiel: "We did not steal your idols!"
The Chief pushes Ezekiel outside of the tent. As Ezekiel gets adjusted to the sunlight, due to there being very little in the tent, he sees a cage, but doesn't see his men anywhere. The chief and his men put Ezekiel in the cage.
Ezekiel: "Where are my men?"
Chief: "They left you. We will determine the fate of you the next sunrise."
Ezekiel stays up most of the night. He thinks about the situation he is in and what it could mean for the rest of his life, however long that may be. As he sat in the cage, he whittled it down to a few suspects: his men, one of the men of the chief, or one of the regular locals. Ezekiel doesn't think that it is any of his men. Most of them are intelligent and know that stealing something important from the tribe would be certain death. As Ezekiel thinks back, he does remember that some of the men of the chief don't like him and his group. They would more than likely be the ones to do it, knowing that death would be the punishment. Ezekiel smiles softly as he thinks of his next actions.
The sun rises and the chief appears before Ezekiel first.
Ezekiel: "Greetings chief."
Chief: "Greetings."
As the chief starts to build a fire, Ezekiel decides to take his chance.
Ezekiel: "Ya know Chief, why do you think that we stole your idols?"
Chief: "You are the foreigners."
Ezekiel: "Did you search me when you brought me back? Did you find your idols?"
Chief: "Yes and no."
Ezekiel: "May I propose something?"
The chief eyes him warily, but nods.
Ezekiel: "Have you ever considered that your own men took the idols? Think about it. Some of your men have not taken favor to us since day one, but you haven't seemed to mind having us in your village."
The chief laughs softly, but then his facial expression changes to one of contemplation.
Chief: "I do remember three of my men asking to kill you all when you first made your presence known."
As more men come out of their huts and towards the fire, the chief tells the three suspects to remain by the fire. The chief then had six of his men grab the three as he ordered others to search their huts specifically. One of the men shouts from inside one of the huts and quickly emerges. In his hand, he holds three of the idols. The chief orders for the men to be imprisoned and their fate to be decided the next sunrise. Ezekiel is allowed to stay if he wishes and he does so. He continues the book and completes it, including the events that have recently happened.
(Image Information: Clay idols; Source: Wiki)
Author's Note: This story is a continuation of my story "A Wild Time in the Jungle." Where the first installment was based on The Monkey-Bridge by Noor Inayat, this is based on The Guilty Dogs by Noor Inayat. I wanted Ezekiel to be ditched by his men so that he would need to figure out a solution to the problem himself. Just like in the original story, the chief has three individuals by his side who he does not expect at first, who ends up being the guilty party. As the reward for Ezekiel, he can chose whether he stays or leaves and Ezekiel chooses to stay in order to finish his book. As for the guilty individuals, I left that up to the imagination of the reader, but they are definitely seen as guilty by the chief.
Hey Corona,
ReplyDeleteI really liked reading your story, I also really like that it is continued from last week, I think it makes it even more of a story. I love the sense of adventure in the story too. It felt like I was reading a Tom Clancy book. I agree with what you said in the authors note that it was better if he solved his problem himself!