Before he went to the well, he decided to stop by his house however he noticed something was wrong. The door was open.
How cliche. He thought.
Acting like he didn't notice, he calmly opened the door wide enough so he could fit in and placed the bread in the desk.
"Ahhhh"
Amens looked behind him next to the door and saw a frail man jumping at him. The man was so shrivelled, you could see his ribs where his stomach was. It was almost as if the ribs were going to rip out of his body.
Amens sighed. Swiftly, he grabbed the husk' head and slammed it on the floor. Amens bent down and smashed the head with his fist. Over and over and over, he bludgeoned the head with his fists until it's skull fractured. Flesh splatted on the floor no walls but that didn't stop Amens. He kept on punching until his rough hands felt something squishy. At that moment, he realised the man was dead. Luckily, none of the blood landed on his shirt or trousers.
He stood up with his hands on the corpses shoulders. The dead man's arms see now covered in blood since the blood on Amens hands dripped onto it. Hurriedly, he threw the man out of the house and rubbed his hood stained hands using hsi handkerchief to get rid of the blood. He didn't want to antagonise the gang by showing up covered in blood.
Slowly, he walked toward the side of desk furthest from the door and slid the drawer open. Inside, there was a knife, rusted with blood. Next to it was a handkerchief and a paper which was slid in between the visible part of he drawer and the false bottom, seemingly stuck to the side of the drawer. In a panicked state when he saw the paper, he quickly slid the paper back into the false bottom whilst looking around to see if anyone saw him.
Sigh.
Carefully, he held the knife's handle and picked up the handkerchief with his other hand, brushing the blade making it look cleaner than before. Whilst taking a bite of bread from the desk, he put the knife in his pocket, ready to go to the well.
Opening the door he remembered something, the gang was currently in a civil war for resources with the well being away from the war. This meant that the well would have less guards or none at all. Feeling at ease, he calmly walked through the maze until he reached a stone shack that had a strange pointy ceiling made from fallen ash. As least as antagonistically as he could, Amens opened the door but found nothing but shadow and the well. Water trickled as he looked around, knife in hand, preparing for the worst, yet, nothing came. His eyes kept checking his surroundings until he could see the water in the well.
Crystal clear. Wow, I should come here more often. He thought.
With satisfaction in his eyes, he put the knife back into his pocket and went to the opposite side of the well facing the door. Now he could see if anyone would unexpectedly enter. Whilst scooping the water up, he looked around in the dark, checking for anything that might be of value. As expected, nothing. A greedy gang like The Gilded Dregs would only leave things in their strongholds, protected by many men with guns and traps as well.
Once the bucket was full, he poured a strange, dark green liquid into the well. It was poison. The thick aroma of it was aired out by the open door, making it almost undetectable. The water even looked the same too. If the civil war gave him this, why not keep it going, maybe he could even raid a stronghold. Feeling excited for the benefits, he walked outside the door, still expretionless. He held his left hand to his face and sighed.
Still nothing on there. A face so twisted that all masks just fall through. How sad. He thought.
As he turned around to close the door, he looked to the left as he heard someone yell in that direction. His neck snapped.
"Oi, what are you doin'?" The guard screamed.
Only one guard. I'll just kill him. I mean he is clearly aggressive, thats more than enough justification. He thought.
Quickly, Amens dropped the bucket, making sure not to drop any water and slid the knife out. The blade shone from the little light being reflected from the stone walls. The guard retaliated by showing his knife. It was much larger than Amens, more like a machete.
Wow, to hide that thing in his trousers. Must be difficult moving around since he's male. He thought.
Using the guards weight against himself, Amens flipped the guard over so now the guard was if front of Amens whilst having a knife to his throught. The brown machete flew into the air and lanted nearby.
"Fuc-"
Before the guard could finish his sentence, his throught was already slit, spewing blood out covering both the walls and the floor. Right as the blood reached Amen's shirt, he quickly dropped the man onto the floor, making a red puddle.
"Fuck you too" Amens said.
Whilst crouching to pick up the bucket, he cleaned the knife using the handkerchief and put it into his pocket. He continued to rub the knife until his finger slipped and a small cut amassed on the top of his index finger, barely deep enough for blood yet he bled. Noticing the knife was clean, he put both the handkerchief and the knife in pocket, sucking his finger to stop the blood from coming out. When the cut stopped bleeding as much as before, he picked up his bucket and walked off, into the clouded sunset towards home.
As he was walking back, he found some cleaners that clean wells for payment from the city. Amens approached them.
"The well outside is dirty with blood. A corpse fell in there but I pulled it out. You should probably make the water drinkable."
"Thanks for telling us."
The cleaners started pace became faster, more determined to get paid. The whole purpose for this was so the rich seemed kind by become the slums patron.
If their so patriotic, why not get rid of the slums, get rid of supremacy and let us live not just for the sake of living but to also live for happiness. He thought.
Once he arrived at his home, Amens dropped the bucket onto the floor and opened his journal as he sat on his mattress. From his pocket, he pulled out an ink sac and used his finger to write. He wrote:
January 10th 895YAC
I went out to do the usual, get bread and water. The usual well was contaminated with a body. The water was stained but blood. Thankfully, due to the civil disputes in The Gilded Dregs, the controlled well was left unguarded. After taking the water, I poisoned it to increase tensions amongst the gang in hopes to create more conflict. As I left, a guard spotted me and was very antagonistic. If I didn't kill him then, he would've been sure to kill me.
Amens closed the journal and put it back in his pocket. He unwrapped the coat and put it on the rack ne t to the door. After drinking some water and washing his hands to be completely ridden of blood, he fell onto his bed, deciding to take a nap so when the silent night arrives, he could raid a stronghold. After all, his money was running a bit dry and he could always get more bullets. His eyes shut and all went black.