In Order of Appearance:
Lord Rikin: Rikishi
Lord Bravico: Jericho
Donovan: Rock
Mikhail: Mick Foley
Justus: Jeff Hardy
Matis: Matt Hardy
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Isolation - Part 5
I'll Help Thee...
By: Marie Allen
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It had been quiet for too long. Why hadn't anyone to feed him? Where were they? No matter. He didn't care about living any longer anyway. Maybe they had forgotten about him? But that would be too merciful... He sighed mentally, for he was too weak to take any breaths larger than the ones required.
Drip, drip, drip.
Just when he was about to completely close his eyes, he heard a scurrying in the walls. He opened them just to amuse himself, not really in curiosity, looking towards the wall in front of him. The skitters and whispers were not in a language he recognized. The tongue was as foreign to him as the noises that were made. They were much too big for a rat, and too small for a human. No other living thing ever came to this place. Or if they did, they would never walk out again. (At first it had disgusted him to hear the cries of agony that came from the tight, strangled voices of the dogs. But as time passed, he began to recognize it as more as a known appearance rather than a stomach-churning horror).
As the whispers and skittering grew, the more strength he seemed to receive. He was soon able to blink without pain. A light in the same location where his old friend had once dwelled, was faint and distant.
But as they came closer, he did not move. Although he had more strength now then he could remember he stayed immobile to hanging position. Then the noise stopped and there was silence. Suddenly he heard something. The whisper inside his head did not make him jump in surprise however, nor did the sudden breeze that passed through his thigh-length hair.
Who are you?
We are nothing.
Drip, drip, drip.
What do you want?
You. Your powers.
I have no powers. He bowed his head but did not close his eyes. I am nothing.
He could sense rather then see the smile. If he were younger, his blood would have frozen in his veins. But that was the old him and this was him now.
Do you believe that?
He was silent a moment as if considering the question. His eyes glazed over in thought. Was he right?
Drip, drip, drip.
He looked up. The light that slowly been growing pulsed in the small hole. It pulsed in the same rhythm as his own heart, as if it were alive rather then a strobe of brightness. Thoughts collided with one another, clashing between what was right and what was wrong. He looked down slightly for only a moment. He looked back up at the light as his answer was told.
Like a starburst, the light exploded around the room. He tightly clenched his eyes shut as it enveloped him like mother's arms, embracing him tightly.
***
He spun on his heel and started towards a nearby bush. Action now, thoughts later. He had to hurry! As he dumped the bucket's contents on the quickly growing flames, something caught his eye. He stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out what it was. When it moved, his usually small eyes widened in shock and stumbled back, a high-pitched, startled scream escaping him.
The man closet to him, Justus, was at his side instantly. His naked chest fell in uneven gasps for air due to his frantic running. "What's wrong with ya?"
Taima could only point. Justus turned. At first he stared in shock, for the hooded man before him held torch of fire. His back was to him, yet it was obviously he who had started the fire; he was still feeding it and urging it on.
Infuriated, Justus grabbed the man's shoulders and pulled the weak man towards himself. A squeak of surprise escaped the smaller man who-Justus was pleased to note-was easy to lift. "Tell Master Rock we've got us a spy," he smirked. Taima scrambled off to send word as quickly as his still growing legs would let him. Justus was holding the man in tight fists, yet he continued to fight against his capture.
He continued to smirk down at him. It amused him, along with other small things, to see him struggling. The smaller version of his brother, he had always been the one to be picked on. It thrilled him to finally be the one larger.
Taima had quickly fetched their leader and led him back to where Justus had moved him. Now that he had been caught, the flames were beginning to stay under control. Granted that they were still grazed over the bushes and high into the trees, there was not extra help. His face firm with fury, Rock grabbed the baggage from the now slightly disappointed Justus. He had yet to have his fun... "Ya piece of shit," he spat, banging the still covered spy against the nearest tree.
"Who sent ya?" The smaller man only panted from the sudden beating and his grip loosened against the hands that held his neck. Rock whacked him against the trunk again. "Answer me!" Taima and Justus grinned at each other. Finally! Some action.
"I s-sent myself," he finally replied and gasped for air. He frowned deeper and stared at him a moment. Lifting his hand slightly, he yanked hold of the hood and jerked it back. Justus and Taima gasped. Rock's eyes narrowed in displeasure when he realized that the man was not a man at all, but a woman. A beautiful woman at that. Her long, wavy red hair was something that Donovan had rarely seen. Her deep emerald eyes flashed in anger at him, bringing out the shape of her face. Due to the sharp widow's peak, it was in the form of an oval heart. Freckles dotted over high cheekbones and the bridge of a dainty nose. If they weren't pulled back in a sneer, her lips would be full with a slightly pouted bottom one. Yes, he had seen these rare demon temptresses before.
He took a step back, letting her go. She instantly fell to her knees and sputtered for air. Justus and Taima also took a step back, but they because of their surprise. They shared a knowing look and Justus nodded in their shared message. He quickly left just as the redhead jumped to her feet. Her eyes still ablaze with fury and humiliation, she threw herself to the man who had shown her identity.
Amused, Rock smirked slightly and side stepped her; easily dodging her. But she had anticipated he would do that. It was in the way he stood. Did he think her a common house girl? Ha! Without wasting a moment, she tightened her and punched at his jaw with all her might, releasing only a small bit of her anger. Needless to say he was surprised! Unusually tall for a woman, she had readily hit him. He looked at her without expression and did not touch his face.
Taima's protectiveness instantly hit and he grabbed the hilt of his knife, ready to attack. With another amused smirk, Rock put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. "No. She is not worth it."
Seized with even more fury, she made a chance to hit him again. This time, he was prepared. He grabbed her wrist and she cursed at him. His eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here? You have no need in this place tonight." He eyed Taima, sharing the joke. "Unless one of the men sneaked her in?" Taima shared a grin with him as the woman struggled and kicked once more.
"I am not some common strumpet, you wretched creature!"
He snapped his head to her, surprised at her speech. It sounded too proper for a woman in her 'profession.' Unless he had been mistaken? His eyes narrowed again. "Then what are you doing, sending our camp to the flames? Do you know what we do to wenches who don't know their place?" Truth be told, they didn't do anything to them. They had never been insolent towards the women folk before, and he had taught his men to behave properly when around them, no matter what type of woman that were in their presence.
She continued to glare at him, her eyes shooting green hate daggers into him. "I came to destroy you and your animals." He barked out a laugh but quickly covered it with a smirk. After a few moments of silence, the on- lookers began to question if he had done it at all.
"'To destroy' us?" he grinned. She amused him, that was obvious, and he hadn't had a mouse to play with for some time. "What makes you think you can?"
She was baffled. Hadn't she just tried to do just that with the fire? "But..."
"Oh!" he interrupted with the same smirk upon his lips. "You mean that this," he waved his hand then, indicating the now smoking camp, "was how you planned on doing it? By forcing us out with fire? My dear, we are fire. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with fire?"
As he talked her face grew red with embarrassment and anger. How dare he treat her like this in front of all these degraded idiots! Not that she cared, of course. She didn't care what they thought because she knew that she was above them. She'd never stick as low as them. But at the mention of her mother, she paled immensely. The all too familiar of sickness in the pit of her stomach immediately arose. All the thoughts that she had been prepared to lash out at him vanished and she was left with the memories of the women who had raised her.
She glared deeper at him after here moment of remembrance. "How dare you talk about things you don't know."
He didn't show the surprise at her voice. It was low and deep and made him think of vipers striking out. He mentally shook his head to get rid of the image. "Perhaps not." He turned to Justus and nodded at him. With the rope ready in his hands, he went to her and began to tie her wrists together.
Fear took hold on her. "What are you doing?" she shrieked out in surprise.
"You've already trashed our camp once. We can't have you do it again." His massive arms folded across his chest as his eyes twinkled down at her. "You will stay here tonight before we take you back to the castle. That is where you're from, are you not?" He smirked when she didn't respond. "As I thought. Pleasant dreams and do be careful tonight. There are more then bugs that bite."
As she was dragged to a tent, she continued to curse at him. The men laughed and joked as they turned back to their own tents. There was nothing left they could do now. The fire was left to the ashes. A soft breeze from deep within the forest picked up the remains of the items that had been burnt and carried it towards a designated hilltop. The stench of fire also rode on this wave of air, sending shivers of delight down the man. His hair was tied back in a tight ponytail and he wore nothing more then tight leather pants. His eyes were closed now, for he had seen everything down below. A smile took his crooked lips as he captured the ashes in his hands. He opened his eyes as he brought the ashes to his bent nose. To any normal person, his eyes would be considered hypnotizing. It wasn't often that a man with one blue eye and one gold was seen. But to any other who had been under this man's control would shudder in horror at the last memory of those eyes before they were treated. That was only if any of his patients were still alive...
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To Be Continued...
Lord Rikin: Rikishi
Lord Bravico: Jericho
Donovan: Rock
Mikhail: Mick Foley
Justus: Jeff Hardy
Matis: Matt Hardy
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Isolation - Part 5
I'll Help Thee...
By: Marie Allen
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It had been quiet for too long. Why hadn't anyone to feed him? Where were they? No matter. He didn't care about living any longer anyway. Maybe they had forgotten about him? But that would be too merciful... He sighed mentally, for he was too weak to take any breaths larger than the ones required.
Drip, drip, drip.
Just when he was about to completely close his eyes, he heard a scurrying in the walls. He opened them just to amuse himself, not really in curiosity, looking towards the wall in front of him. The skitters and whispers were not in a language he recognized. The tongue was as foreign to him as the noises that were made. They were much too big for a rat, and too small for a human. No other living thing ever came to this place. Or if they did, they would never walk out again. (At first it had disgusted him to hear the cries of agony that came from the tight, strangled voices of the dogs. But as time passed, he began to recognize it as more as a known appearance rather than a stomach-churning horror).
As the whispers and skittering grew, the more strength he seemed to receive. He was soon able to blink without pain. A light in the same location where his old friend had once dwelled, was faint and distant.
But as they came closer, he did not move. Although he had more strength now then he could remember he stayed immobile to hanging position. Then the noise stopped and there was silence. Suddenly he heard something. The whisper inside his head did not make him jump in surprise however, nor did the sudden breeze that passed through his thigh-length hair.
Who are you?
We are nothing.
Drip, drip, drip.
What do you want?
You. Your powers.
I have no powers. He bowed his head but did not close his eyes. I am nothing.
He could sense rather then see the smile. If he were younger, his blood would have frozen in his veins. But that was the old him and this was him now.
Do you believe that?
He was silent a moment as if considering the question. His eyes glazed over in thought. Was he right?
Drip, drip, drip.
He looked up. The light that slowly been growing pulsed in the small hole. It pulsed in the same rhythm as his own heart, as if it were alive rather then a strobe of brightness. Thoughts collided with one another, clashing between what was right and what was wrong. He looked down slightly for only a moment. He looked back up at the light as his answer was told.
Like a starburst, the light exploded around the room. He tightly clenched his eyes shut as it enveloped him like mother's arms, embracing him tightly.
***
He spun on his heel and started towards a nearby bush. Action now, thoughts later. He had to hurry! As he dumped the bucket's contents on the quickly growing flames, something caught his eye. He stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out what it was. When it moved, his usually small eyes widened in shock and stumbled back, a high-pitched, startled scream escaping him.
The man closet to him, Justus, was at his side instantly. His naked chest fell in uneven gasps for air due to his frantic running. "What's wrong with ya?"
Taima could only point. Justus turned. At first he stared in shock, for the hooded man before him held torch of fire. His back was to him, yet it was obviously he who had started the fire; he was still feeding it and urging it on.
Infuriated, Justus grabbed the man's shoulders and pulled the weak man towards himself. A squeak of surprise escaped the smaller man who-Justus was pleased to note-was easy to lift. "Tell Master Rock we've got us a spy," he smirked. Taima scrambled off to send word as quickly as his still growing legs would let him. Justus was holding the man in tight fists, yet he continued to fight against his capture.
He continued to smirk down at him. It amused him, along with other small things, to see him struggling. The smaller version of his brother, he had always been the one to be picked on. It thrilled him to finally be the one larger.
Taima had quickly fetched their leader and led him back to where Justus had moved him. Now that he had been caught, the flames were beginning to stay under control. Granted that they were still grazed over the bushes and high into the trees, there was not extra help. His face firm with fury, Rock grabbed the baggage from the now slightly disappointed Justus. He had yet to have his fun... "Ya piece of shit," he spat, banging the still covered spy against the nearest tree.
"Who sent ya?" The smaller man only panted from the sudden beating and his grip loosened against the hands that held his neck. Rock whacked him against the trunk again. "Answer me!" Taima and Justus grinned at each other. Finally! Some action.
"I s-sent myself," he finally replied and gasped for air. He frowned deeper and stared at him a moment. Lifting his hand slightly, he yanked hold of the hood and jerked it back. Justus and Taima gasped. Rock's eyes narrowed in displeasure when he realized that the man was not a man at all, but a woman. A beautiful woman at that. Her long, wavy red hair was something that Donovan had rarely seen. Her deep emerald eyes flashed in anger at him, bringing out the shape of her face. Due to the sharp widow's peak, it was in the form of an oval heart. Freckles dotted over high cheekbones and the bridge of a dainty nose. If they weren't pulled back in a sneer, her lips would be full with a slightly pouted bottom one. Yes, he had seen these rare demon temptresses before.
He took a step back, letting her go. She instantly fell to her knees and sputtered for air. Justus and Taima also took a step back, but they because of their surprise. They shared a knowing look and Justus nodded in their shared message. He quickly left just as the redhead jumped to her feet. Her eyes still ablaze with fury and humiliation, she threw herself to the man who had shown her identity.
Amused, Rock smirked slightly and side stepped her; easily dodging her. But she had anticipated he would do that. It was in the way he stood. Did he think her a common house girl? Ha! Without wasting a moment, she tightened her and punched at his jaw with all her might, releasing only a small bit of her anger. Needless to say he was surprised! Unusually tall for a woman, she had readily hit him. He looked at her without expression and did not touch his face.
Taima's protectiveness instantly hit and he grabbed the hilt of his knife, ready to attack. With another amused smirk, Rock put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. "No. She is not worth it."
Seized with even more fury, she made a chance to hit him again. This time, he was prepared. He grabbed her wrist and she cursed at him. His eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here? You have no need in this place tonight." He eyed Taima, sharing the joke. "Unless one of the men sneaked her in?" Taima shared a grin with him as the woman struggled and kicked once more.
"I am not some common strumpet, you wretched creature!"
He snapped his head to her, surprised at her speech. It sounded too proper for a woman in her 'profession.' Unless he had been mistaken? His eyes narrowed again. "Then what are you doing, sending our camp to the flames? Do you know what we do to wenches who don't know their place?" Truth be told, they didn't do anything to them. They had never been insolent towards the women folk before, and he had taught his men to behave properly when around them, no matter what type of woman that were in their presence.
She continued to glare at him, her eyes shooting green hate daggers into him. "I came to destroy you and your animals." He barked out a laugh but quickly covered it with a smirk. After a few moments of silence, the on- lookers began to question if he had done it at all.
"'To destroy' us?" he grinned. She amused him, that was obvious, and he hadn't had a mouse to play with for some time. "What makes you think you can?"
She was baffled. Hadn't she just tried to do just that with the fire? "But..."
"Oh!" he interrupted with the same smirk upon his lips. "You mean that this," he waved his hand then, indicating the now smoking camp, "was how you planned on doing it? By forcing us out with fire? My dear, we are fire. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with fire?"
As he talked her face grew red with embarrassment and anger. How dare he treat her like this in front of all these degraded idiots! Not that she cared, of course. She didn't care what they thought because she knew that she was above them. She'd never stick as low as them. But at the mention of her mother, she paled immensely. The all too familiar of sickness in the pit of her stomach immediately arose. All the thoughts that she had been prepared to lash out at him vanished and she was left with the memories of the women who had raised her.
She glared deeper at him after here moment of remembrance. "How dare you talk about things you don't know."
He didn't show the surprise at her voice. It was low and deep and made him think of vipers striking out. He mentally shook his head to get rid of the image. "Perhaps not." He turned to Justus and nodded at him. With the rope ready in his hands, he went to her and began to tie her wrists together.
Fear took hold on her. "What are you doing?" she shrieked out in surprise.
"You've already trashed our camp once. We can't have you do it again." His massive arms folded across his chest as his eyes twinkled down at her. "You will stay here tonight before we take you back to the castle. That is where you're from, are you not?" He smirked when she didn't respond. "As I thought. Pleasant dreams and do be careful tonight. There are more then bugs that bite."
As she was dragged to a tent, she continued to curse at him. The men laughed and joked as they turned back to their own tents. There was nothing left they could do now. The fire was left to the ashes. A soft breeze from deep within the forest picked up the remains of the items that had been burnt and carried it towards a designated hilltop. The stench of fire also rode on this wave of air, sending shivers of delight down the man. His hair was tied back in a tight ponytail and he wore nothing more then tight leather pants. His eyes were closed now, for he had seen everything down below. A smile took his crooked lips as he captured the ashes in his hands. He opened his eyes as he brought the ashes to his bent nose. To any normal person, his eyes would be considered hypnotizing. It wasn't often that a man with one blue eye and one gold was seen. But to any other who had been under this man's control would shudder in horror at the last memory of those eyes before they were treated. That was only if any of his patients were still alive...
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To Be Continued...