Twincy Quinn and the Eye of Horus Part One Read Online Free

One of my
eyebrows angled up in a twitch, and my head ticked down to the
side. I fixed him with the kind of look a lioness might a hyena
yapping at its heels. Dangerous and ready to attack.
    I saw the
man's expression waver as he licked at his lips with a fat red
tongue.
    Again I smelt
the alcohol thick on his breath. His clothes, dirty and brown,
reeked of it too.
    His eyes were
large and red rimmed, and blinked with slow, languid moves.
    Yet the look
on his face was unmistakable. Cruel. Perverse. To him he had caught
something weaker than him.
    Wrong.
    Considering
him with one arched eyebrow for one single second longer, I shook
my head, shrugged my shoulders, and then shoved him off. It was a
forceful move. It was also sudden. As I shifted forward, I
strengthened my stance, shored up my shoulder, and gave it
everything I could.
    He didn't have
a chance. He promptly fell right over, his hip, leg, and arm
slamming against the cobbles, and his head following a fraction of
a second later.
    There was a
second when he looked at me, wide-eyed and surprised. Then the
alcohol got the better of his common sense and he roared.
Scrabbling up to his feet, his sturdy-looking, scuffed brown boots
kicked out as he stood in a most ungainly move.
    I considered
him, shook my head again, took a sharp step back, and turned to the
wall.
    Before he
could let out another drunken roar, I jumped up, and I grabbed the
sign. It was a good six feet off the ground. I launched myself at
the wall, planted my feet into it, and reached up. My hand locking
around the rusted metal, it gave a slight groan, but I did not
wait. I kicked forward and up, twirling around the metal pole until
I stood in a handstand. I then snapped forward, jumped up, grabbed
the other sign, and made it to the windowsill above. Without
pausing, not even to listen to that impressed, surprised,
flabbergasted gasp of the drunkard below me, I made it up to the
roof.
    I knew the
risks. I knew it was not wise to display my talents before the
ordinary men and women of London. I had to keep my secret for the
good of my mission and myself. If I were ever to defeat Esquire, I
had to conduct a silent, guerrilla-like war. He was too
well-connected for me to assault him head on. Plus, I was an
urchin, who would sympathise with me? Who would believe me? For it
was a fantastic tale. A young, dirty, poor girl who had never known
anything but the slums taken in by a rich, maddeningly intelligent
doctor.
    And
changed.
    For a single
second as I stood on the roof, I looked down.
    The drunkard
kept shifting his head from side to side, trying to peer up the
wall of the building, then taking a step back, rubbing at his eyes,
and gasping again. In a way it was comical, but I did not have time
to laugh. Neither was I that cruel. Whoever the man was, he
obviously could not hold his alcohol. From the look of his clothes,
the lumber of his moves, and his general appearance, I could also
tell he was hardly well off. Uneducated, he likely got through life
on raw instincts alone.
    I held no
anger for him, just pity. Because in this town, somebody had to
hold pity towards its inhabitants. While the wealthy swanned around
the city, collecting the resources of the poor, their elitism
prevented them from compassion.
    Well I had
compassion.
    It would be
the only thing that would stop me from tipping over the edge.
    I knew how
powerful I was. I knew what I could be used for. Evil. Immeasurable
evil. That, after all, is what Esquire designed me to do.
    Yet I also
knew I was free. I had broken out of his grasp, and I could now do
what I wanted. It was up to me to make those actions good.
    Though I hated
Esquire for what he had done and what he continued to do, I thanked
him for one thing. He had educated me. He had introduced me to the
combined intelligence of humanity. History and culture and arts and
literature. Most of all, philosophy. The morals of the Greeks, the
reason of the Romans, I had it all. And I was going to