Quantum Leap - Vol. 10 Overpowered Awesomeness

C004 The Tall Tale Of Will.I.Am - Its True You Know...!!!

We were all living in a shoe-shaped house called ' the old brown shoe' in between to a house made of candies and a house made of straws with a pinky little pig as our neighbour. I was cared for by the oldest daughter in the family and once in a while, I would get a jelly bean when I was old enough to feed myself.

All was heavenly for a toddler like me when one day something happened to the folks that took care of us and strangers stormed into the house wearing a kind of white hard shell full armour plates for several nights during the storm.

I heard they were called Storm Troopers or something like that and each time they came, they sized up my other brothers and sisters before they were carried off after their eyes were being flashed with a Neuralyser or something like that.

I was brought out from the house and was handed to a family consisting of 2 daughters and a mother and was brought up for a few years and all the while I was dressed up in girl's clothes. When I had reached the age of 6, I was then locked up in the basement and was made to serve them as a servant on the day of my birthday.

I was dressed in tattered clothes which would be fit to be used as rags or beddings for pregnant cats to give birth. There in the basement, I had no friends and no way to communicate except for a crippled old rat by the name of Splinter that would make his trips from the sewer and talk to me in his squeaky little voice during some nights.

Another rat named Remy would bring in morsels of food with it's little grubby hands to me and shared it with its fellow friend, Splinter as they chat and gossipped near the metal bars on the surface of the street level.

An occasional fat cat with orangey strips would occasionally pass by and took no notice to the rats and would say hello to me.

I worked and toiled in that wretched house until I was 8 when the village I stayed in was suddenly damaged by orcs and ogres. It was a stampede and everyone scream and tried to escape from the onslaught of those green creatures.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me and I lost consciousness due to lack of sustenance when a kind soul gently picked me up from the ground and carried me to his home where I was locked up and sold as slaves...!

I went from one household to another as I was on a temporary contract and served between 3 to 6 months with a minimum wage of 1 copper per day. Every house I went to was given a proper room to sleep in, and cramped like sardines with other slaves.

In another household, I would be given a nice little cellar that was filled with moulds and stank of stagnant water. Sounds of chains being dragged every night and the howl and screams of people being tortured would unit from a sinkhole in the centre of it.

There was one household who was kind enough to prepare a nice little bed for me with cushy linings, fine satin spread and a pillow of the fluffiest material on earth and would close the lid during daytime and open it up during the night when they opened up my little coffin.

Don't worry...I'm, not their blood servants or anything like that but I was living with a group of Vampiras that like my face that's all and dresses me up as one of them whenever they hold some parties and such.

I managed to escape from there when a man came over and annihilate the Vampiras and the person looked pretty familiar. He smokes like 3 packets a day and had all kinds of amulets and stuff with him. He was always dressed in a suit and tie and I heard people call him as Constantine or something and he got a few cool moves too.

And here I am finally, being sold off by a slave trader when he tricked me being his helper at first and gave me the first shilling I had ever possessed. He brought me to a tavern and offered me any kinds of food I liked and he dresses me up in proper boy's clothes.

We went from town to town selling his wares when one day he was stopped and robbed of all his worldly possessions by some highwaymen. He nearly killed himself by jumping off a low bridge into a dry creek underneath but was stopped in time by a man in a black cloak with a forked staff in one hand.

He was offered a one time opportunity to sell his soul to the Devil to attain immortality and to learn a new skill which was slave trading. After their discussion, the trader agreed and he suddenly turned into a heartless fellow and I became his first merchandise to sell.

And now...here we are in the middle of nowhere familiar in Byram and was being sold off as a child slave at the highest bidder.

That's me, Will.I.Am Tell, a young 10-year-old boy, with a future in the hands of my new lord.

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"What's the matter, Boss? Did you sense an enemy approaching? You had a murderous intent aura emitting from your body and everyone can see it enveloped you like a flame...!"

"Psst...did you see any of the men-at-arms or something, Robyn? Don't scare me or the other people...you better deactivate that murderous intent or someone would call the fire department to put out those flames around you..."

"Is there anything wrong with your friend here, buddy? He'd better off be putting out the flames and act not like one of the Fantastic Four characters, or he going to be in my book here..." a health inspector who was a head shorter than us waddled close and held a small 555 notebook that was used by some illegal money lenders and waves it under Jean Lethal's nose.

Jean Lethal pushes the little health inspector's forehead with his forefinger so he that he would be at an arm's length away before he showed Gotham up close to the latter's nose.

"Got ham little fella? Would ye like a little knuckle sandwich up yer nose, aye? Or maybe ye fancy a little fist up yer arse, aye!? Scoot back to where ye cometh, little man...or the book going to end down yer throat...Go git...!"

I looked at Jean Lethal and wonder how this Frenchie can speak Ole English in times like this and it was either hilarious to look at or simply an insult to others who hear him speaketh. Hahahaha.

*Clang Clang* *Clang Clang*

"Hear ye...hear ye...look at this fine young lad. A hard worker and a multi-tasker. He can breathe in and swallow his saliva at the same time...one in a trillion of such existence."

"He can work with minimum or no wages at all till he retires at 75... No pension, insurance or health benefits required to acquire this young lad over here...Cheap...Cheap..."

"Do I hear 5 gold coins for the first offer? You won't regret it. A hard worker. He works so hard he needs no rest at all...! He can work 18 hours a day without overtime pay...! Hear ye...Hear ye..."

"First bidding is going for 5 coins...! Low maintenance, high yield...1 bowl of gruel can make him work and toil for the whole day without a rest...! 5 gold coins...! Do I hear 5 gold coins...!"

The one thing I hate most is a slave trader. Exploited the human race even his own kind despite skin colour, ethnic or language. Another one is manipulation of other people, tricking them off by promises of care and wellbeing and lastly, ended up being drugged and sold off as slaves...!

People were milling around and I saw the so-called merchandise that was being auctioned off my the fat, slobbery sorry-assed slave trader. No one seems interested, which was a good thing but another thing was that with my Third eye, I noticed something odd with this auctioneer.

It was as if a green goblin of some sort was perching on his shoulder and the first thing i thought, he was trying to sell the one on his shoulder. Eeerrr...i wouldn't want a bald-headed, wrinkly-skinned gremlin with googly bug eyes near me and clinging on my back all the time. It got pointy ears and he had hair on top of its ears too.

No...no...no...goblins are out. Even for free, I won't accept it. This fancy pants medieval English fantasy game is way too much. If its a cute little gremlin before transformation would be a better choice and I would gladly accept it. Sorry...I sidetracked, back to the storyline.

No, the goblin is not the only one that attracts my attention but it was the casting of shadows by the lanterns that were lit around the market. Everyone had one, even the animals had one too. But he was standing there with a goblin perched on his back and not a single was cast on the ground by the duo.

"Eeehhhh....is he a ghost or an evil? If he is a ghost, no wonder no-one is taking notice of him ringing the bell in the middle of the market square. If he is evil...I don't know. Would he have a sort of agenda or something? Appear in human form and disappear in a wisp of smoke?"

What interests me further was a boy of not more than 11 years old, I guessed. He had a hangman's noose around his neck and was garbed in a mortuary shroud of some kind that made him look like a pocong or a wrapped ghost.

*Clang Clang* *Clang Clang*

"Hear ye...hear ye...5 gold coins for your young lad here that would make your life much more simpler and sweeter. Strong bones and teeth. Young and full of vitality. You can use him as your target practice for all I care. Once in a lifetime to own your own slave at home and make you live like a King or Queen. Long Live His and Her Majesty...!"

I slowly walked towards the slave trader with a green goblin perched on his shoulders and swinging his handheld bell as he announced his wares to the public which currently no one takes heed at all.

Matilda and Jean Lethal walked behind me with haversacks on their back and an axe and picks dangling at its sides. They were glancing at each other and was wondering what I was up to.

"Hello, trader...do you have something interesting to sell?"

"Ah...my young adventurer. Hello yourself, I have a one time-limited offer here with me and its right before you. A young lad of 10, full of vitality and food to be a slave for your adventure trips. He is strong as an ox and is fit to carry your heavy haversack off your back."

"He could also be used as target practice with your bow and arrows as you can dress him like an elk and make him run and hide and play peek a boo while you trained your arrows in him."

"Shoot him as a target practice eh...? 5 golds for such a puny figure like him as a running target dressed as an elk? If he is as tall as you, I'd gladly pay 5 golds to you."

"I offer you 1 good coin and take this burden off you..."

***Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the Hitokiri of the sharp tongue is now in session and he will bring the person down grovelling at his feet soon*** Someone with a loudhailer made an announcement as it echoed audibly somewhere in the market square.

"Young adventurer...this is a rare find. He can run faster than kids if his own age and he is helpful in the kitchen and around the hearth if you need him. He can be at your beck and call 18 hours a day or even more...!"