Black Veil Chapter-2

The man rushed back to his inn amidst the downpour... his hat fluttered from the wind which he stopped putting his hand on it.... after crossing a road or four he was walking towards an old building which was a remnant of post renaissance chronicles, Build in a typical neo-gothic way...the building was plastered to give it an acceptable look though cracks and shreddings could still be spotted at various places... The frontage was damaged by the moisture, accelerating further deterioration... several horse carriages can be seen on the roads and even though it was close to 10 'o clock.. people were seen to rush in lieu of torrential rainfall. only few open shops could be seen.. . some riders stared at him as the figure moved in .... "Roger Scott, no. 34 ... on ur left please!", he said... a nice young lady responded to the request immediately and handed him the keys, Scott moved over to stairs with his mind lost in despair and that note somewhere down his overcoat pocket...

With a crank the room opened and Scott entered the room... the room was a beautiful one with subtle interiors, on the left there was a beautiful italian mantelpiece, crafted with white marble and sculptured aesthetically, surging the room with warm vibes.. shiny lamps hanging from the wall... and floor was adorned with a beautiful carpet.. copies of beautiful paintings from sub european artists added to the room's grandeur.... he removed his overcoat and hat and hung them in the nearby wardrobe... Scott went to the small bar in corner and fetch himself a Bocksbeutel... poured that down in a beautifully crafted wine coupe..After savouring one sip.. he remembered something and went to the wardrobe again... He took out his M1911 pistol from overcoat and closed that to himself.. then he threw himself on a cane-back armchair and took few more sips from the coupe... soon he was lost in some memories....

Roger Scott belonged to Aberdeen but his family moved to Edinburgh when he was a kid and then they stayed thereat... His family was an affluent one with a typical military background.. his family was a very respected and elite pack with titles likes of Viscount, Earl and Duke to its name...Roger Scott, an intellectual genius and a mastermind was a dropout from University of Edinburgh and joined army... he served in army for a long time but then he quit and went on to carry his research... Scott married Jennifer 4 months after he joined army and had two kids namely Nick and Milania... Roger Scott himself had several medallions and accolades to his credit and was a very respected name in British Military....

The big clock on the wall ticked 12:30 of midnight and there was a thud outside... a loud voice broke Scott's contemplation... Jumping on his pistol immediately, he went to the window to see the source of sound... A dark figure moved in the woods... even in the dark he can spot that it was the same man he saw hours earlier.. Eagle shined on his hat.... Scott locked his pistol and aimed... a loud bang... the glass of window smashed on the floor.. Scott dived... cloaked figure forced an entry in the room from the window..... smoke of cigar filed the room.... "Roger dear!! How have you been?? Long time.... " ....