DarkCookie
04-28-2012, 04:21 PM
She looked at his scarred, sleeping face. Once again empathy and sorrow overwhelmed her, and a tear made its way down her cheek. Frustrated she wiped it off her dim skin just to find that he had opened his black eyes and stared intense at her.
"Why are you here?" he hissed displeased, raising his hand as protection against the luxuriate sun. "Why not chief?"
Surprised she despaired her rich lips to answer him, but her throat wouldn't make a sound come out.
He became irritated and rose to his full length. When his shadow fell on her a shiver was sent down her spine, and she felt the strong attraction to him, which had always been there. Ever since they found him in the desert, ravaged and driven beyond sense and control. Chief had to call in the shaman which arrived just in time save the man’s life. But no one could do anything to his scars, not the physical, not the psychic. Everyone avoided him as much as they could, although they unwillingly had to accept him as one of their strongest warriors. She, on the other hand, couldn't get enough of him. Wherever he went on his missions, she was there to guard him.
Unfortunately, Chief finally saw through her shadows and forbid her to follow him anymore, which led to her fighting fiercer and making more mistakes as she became more worried about Him being alive or not. When she achieved a lethal wound into her chest and refused to stop fighting until she fainted, Chief realized that this was unbearable. He couldn't lose their Lady, she was impossible to replace in the war. So he thought to himself; "Maliken, how will you make this work? That Madman could sure as hell kill our Lady if she doesn't drop this obsession she has for him. He is completely nuts... Maybe, if another strong warrior followed them, as Lady's bodyguard? That could keep that crazy bastard under control, and keep Lady at least five feet away from him." Chief nodded, that had to work.
Before she could react, he struck her. She flew at least a dozen feet away and landed with a thump on the jagged ground. The breath she a second ago had in her chest was knocked out. Angered the dark one rose and was just about to make a comeback which wouldn't leave him without bruises; her "body-guard" interfered. Within half a second he had them both locked up in his sphere and quickly knocked out her target. Again.
When she finally could feel her body again, Lady charged into and punched her so called savior. Surprised Chronos looked at her and made a metallic noise.
"I had him, I would've reached him this time, I actually had a chance to come through and talk to him, but you idiot ruined everything. Thanks a lot; you are nothing more than scrap metal!" She screamed in a deep, vibrating tone which made the sun hide behind dark clouds, the shadows crawl closer and whirl around the Lady herself. Chronos crouched before her demoniacal presence; although he was made of metal the Lady most likely was the most fearsome woman to ever walk the plains of Newerth.
Lady could barely control her rage. It was more intense than ever, and she just wanted to kill someone. But murdering Chronos was not the right thing to do, and would certainly not help their cause. So she started to breathe again, let the shadows fade into the forest. Suddenly she could feel the warmth of the sun on her neck and embraced this brief moment of calm. Lady watched as Chronos rose, pretending nothing happened. This was the only reason she liked him. He didn't have emotions or feelings other than respect, which made him to the ultimate murder machine and the only one she could actually hunt with. All of the others talked to her, and she hated when people treated her as a woman and not the soldier she was. Some of them, like that old man with the puppets, had even tried to lure her true name out of her. He was good at talking, always manipulating people around him, but she didn't fall for that snake tongue of his although everyone else did. The Lady didn't trust him, and she wouldn't be surprised if he turned out being a betrayer or spy.
If anyone of the Hellbourne was allowed to talk to her, it was the cold and wise. He could always keep his calm, and in his presence Lady felt like she could think clearer, like all the shadows on her mind finally had lifted. But it wasn't often she was allowed to see him, Chief thought that he had too much of a influence on her, that she finally would lose her lust for slaughter and destruction but the truth was that she would never lose it. This lust was burrowed deep in her, like the marrow of her bones, and if she was about to give that up she might as well die like a black stain on the dirty ground. Her body craved blood and darkness, without it she was nothing.
The sun burned her skin, forcing her to fold herself in protective shadows. The light was her weakness, the darkness her strength. During the hours of the night she was stronger than ever and could move practically everywhere without being seen, assassinating enemy soldiers at will.
“Pick him up, we should seek shelter”, she said in a commanding voice and started to walk towards the forest, her blades bouncing against her back. She heard surprisingly light footsteps, a creakily sound from the leather in the Madman’s clothes and when the steps later followed her they were a bit heavier. Finally she entered between the trees, their protecting leaves shrouding her from the sun. Lady continued forward and silently enjoyed the cool breeze that made the whole forest shiver, the branches moved and almost seemed alive… too alive. Slowly she reached back and grabbed her blades, attached them to her forearms and focused on dragging the shadows closer, making her almost impossible to detect. She felt tense like a bow which was ready to release an arrow. This intense attention of the surroundings made her unaware of a slight change on the ground. Suddenly roots burst out of the ground, binding her legs and rendered Lady unable to move. Chronos screamed behind her as he was bound by electricity. A deep chuckle came from the trees, and the Keeper revealed himself.
“Looks like we made quite the catch here fellows”, he said with a grim smile. The Scout and the Electrician appeared out of thin air beside him, both with hatred flowing out of their eyes.
“You’ve made quite a mess here, dark one, murdering our soldiers and crushing their spirit”, Keeper continued. “I don’t think we could allow such a thing to happen again. Ever.”
Lady glanced at the trio, considering her options. She could try to cut of the roots and charge away, the three of them were too strong for her to face alone. Or she could attack; at least two of them would die with her. Scout was a problem though because she knew that he would kill her as soon he was allowed.
Lady remembered that night; the moon was full and the casualties high. She had found him ransacking a nearby camp she was in command of and the sight had immediately filled her with rage, which made her charge at him and in the moment of surprise cause him several deep wounds. Sadly not enough to kill him before he realized what happened and quickly vanished. Lady was so furious he got away that she barely noticed when a sorceress appeared right beside her. A high-pitched scream and quick footsteps made her aware of Empath, Scout’s mistress. With an evil smile Lady woke up out of her trance and ran after the mage, knocking her out and carrying the tender woman back to their main base. She thought that with his mistress imprisoned, Scout would make a foolish rescue mission which would enable them to kill him. But he never did.
Scout interpreted her thoughts with a hiss. “Master, I was not allowed to rescue Empath. Let me at least kill this vile… creature.”
The giant tree sighed.
“I can’t see why not. Although taking her as a prisoner would grant us a greater opportunity of getting Empath back. They need their Lady more than they would ever admit, so let’s us…”
He didn’t get further before a sound of a thousand breaking branches was heard; the trio was snared to the ground. A disgusting rotting smell reached her at the same time as a thousand flies started to buzz everywhere in the surroundings. Chronos ran forth and pushed her forward. Lady nodded to herself. They needed to move, get out of here. The dead tree and the giant bug appeared, blocking the way between the two trios. Lady saw Chronos leap away, still with the unconscious madman in his arms. She charged away, looked back and made the shadows blind Keeper and his helpers while she screamed to her rescuers to get away. They looked at her, nodded agreeing and ran further into the forest. By the time the heroes of the Legion regained their sight, all of them were long gone.
When they got past the river and found one of the abandoned camps she finally allowed herself to relax a bit and once again take off her blades. She glanced at Chronos, who dropped his burden on the dead vegetation. This made the crazed one wake up and disoriented look around. He rose on unsteady legs and mumbled something in a foreign language to himself.
“Was about time you woke up”, Lady said in an enchanting voice. “You missed all the fun.”
He looked at her, then at Chronos who had gone away from the camp to patrol the surroundings. “I apologize.”
“For what?” she whispered, her heart beating faster.
“It was not my intention to hit you. But sometimes there’s this rage… impossible to control. And you did not answer my question.” He crouched and bent his claw-like fingers. “I do hate when people don’t answer questions, I do.” He started to shake and murmur. “I do.”
Without further notice, he jumped her and they rolled around on the dry ground, the madman trying to strangle the lady, and she trying to get his hands off her throat. A few seconds later she succeeded and started to punch him wherever she could reach. Satisfying moans were heard whenever she hit the right spots. Although he managed to punch her almost unconscious she refused to give up. So did he.
Hours later, the moonshine was shining brightly through the thin branches of the dead trees surrounding them. Exhausted they tried to catch their breath, lying next to each other. She felt a tear of frustration and sorrow running down her cheek, but was not able to raise her hand and wipe it off. The fatigue was too great. Instead a claw-like hand, filled with scars and burn marks gently touched the tear, stole it from her dim face. Their eyes met.
“I hate you”, the dark one said.
“I love you too”, the mad one replied.
Emma Aho
27/4 2012
"Why are you here?" he hissed displeased, raising his hand as protection against the luxuriate sun. "Why not chief?"
Surprised she despaired her rich lips to answer him, but her throat wouldn't make a sound come out.
He became irritated and rose to his full length. When his shadow fell on her a shiver was sent down her spine, and she felt the strong attraction to him, which had always been there. Ever since they found him in the desert, ravaged and driven beyond sense and control. Chief had to call in the shaman which arrived just in time save the man’s life. But no one could do anything to his scars, not the physical, not the psychic. Everyone avoided him as much as they could, although they unwillingly had to accept him as one of their strongest warriors. She, on the other hand, couldn't get enough of him. Wherever he went on his missions, she was there to guard him.
Unfortunately, Chief finally saw through her shadows and forbid her to follow him anymore, which led to her fighting fiercer and making more mistakes as she became more worried about Him being alive or not. When she achieved a lethal wound into her chest and refused to stop fighting until she fainted, Chief realized that this was unbearable. He couldn't lose their Lady, she was impossible to replace in the war. So he thought to himself; "Maliken, how will you make this work? That Madman could sure as hell kill our Lady if she doesn't drop this obsession she has for him. He is completely nuts... Maybe, if another strong warrior followed them, as Lady's bodyguard? That could keep that crazy bastard under control, and keep Lady at least five feet away from him." Chief nodded, that had to work.
Before she could react, he struck her. She flew at least a dozen feet away and landed with a thump on the jagged ground. The breath she a second ago had in her chest was knocked out. Angered the dark one rose and was just about to make a comeback which wouldn't leave him without bruises; her "body-guard" interfered. Within half a second he had them both locked up in his sphere and quickly knocked out her target. Again.
When she finally could feel her body again, Lady charged into and punched her so called savior. Surprised Chronos looked at her and made a metallic noise.
"I had him, I would've reached him this time, I actually had a chance to come through and talk to him, but you idiot ruined everything. Thanks a lot; you are nothing more than scrap metal!" She screamed in a deep, vibrating tone which made the sun hide behind dark clouds, the shadows crawl closer and whirl around the Lady herself. Chronos crouched before her demoniacal presence; although he was made of metal the Lady most likely was the most fearsome woman to ever walk the plains of Newerth.
Lady could barely control her rage. It was more intense than ever, and she just wanted to kill someone. But murdering Chronos was not the right thing to do, and would certainly not help their cause. So she started to breathe again, let the shadows fade into the forest. Suddenly she could feel the warmth of the sun on her neck and embraced this brief moment of calm. Lady watched as Chronos rose, pretending nothing happened. This was the only reason she liked him. He didn't have emotions or feelings other than respect, which made him to the ultimate murder machine and the only one she could actually hunt with. All of the others talked to her, and she hated when people treated her as a woman and not the soldier she was. Some of them, like that old man with the puppets, had even tried to lure her true name out of her. He was good at talking, always manipulating people around him, but she didn't fall for that snake tongue of his although everyone else did. The Lady didn't trust him, and she wouldn't be surprised if he turned out being a betrayer or spy.
If anyone of the Hellbourne was allowed to talk to her, it was the cold and wise. He could always keep his calm, and in his presence Lady felt like she could think clearer, like all the shadows on her mind finally had lifted. But it wasn't often she was allowed to see him, Chief thought that he had too much of a influence on her, that she finally would lose her lust for slaughter and destruction but the truth was that she would never lose it. This lust was burrowed deep in her, like the marrow of her bones, and if she was about to give that up she might as well die like a black stain on the dirty ground. Her body craved blood and darkness, without it she was nothing.
The sun burned her skin, forcing her to fold herself in protective shadows. The light was her weakness, the darkness her strength. During the hours of the night she was stronger than ever and could move practically everywhere without being seen, assassinating enemy soldiers at will.
“Pick him up, we should seek shelter”, she said in a commanding voice and started to walk towards the forest, her blades bouncing against her back. She heard surprisingly light footsteps, a creakily sound from the leather in the Madman’s clothes and when the steps later followed her they were a bit heavier. Finally she entered between the trees, their protecting leaves shrouding her from the sun. Lady continued forward and silently enjoyed the cool breeze that made the whole forest shiver, the branches moved and almost seemed alive… too alive. Slowly she reached back and grabbed her blades, attached them to her forearms and focused on dragging the shadows closer, making her almost impossible to detect. She felt tense like a bow which was ready to release an arrow. This intense attention of the surroundings made her unaware of a slight change on the ground. Suddenly roots burst out of the ground, binding her legs and rendered Lady unable to move. Chronos screamed behind her as he was bound by electricity. A deep chuckle came from the trees, and the Keeper revealed himself.
“Looks like we made quite the catch here fellows”, he said with a grim smile. The Scout and the Electrician appeared out of thin air beside him, both with hatred flowing out of their eyes.
“You’ve made quite a mess here, dark one, murdering our soldiers and crushing their spirit”, Keeper continued. “I don’t think we could allow such a thing to happen again. Ever.”
Lady glanced at the trio, considering her options. She could try to cut of the roots and charge away, the three of them were too strong for her to face alone. Or she could attack; at least two of them would die with her. Scout was a problem though because she knew that he would kill her as soon he was allowed.
Lady remembered that night; the moon was full and the casualties high. She had found him ransacking a nearby camp she was in command of and the sight had immediately filled her with rage, which made her charge at him and in the moment of surprise cause him several deep wounds. Sadly not enough to kill him before he realized what happened and quickly vanished. Lady was so furious he got away that she barely noticed when a sorceress appeared right beside her. A high-pitched scream and quick footsteps made her aware of Empath, Scout’s mistress. With an evil smile Lady woke up out of her trance and ran after the mage, knocking her out and carrying the tender woman back to their main base. She thought that with his mistress imprisoned, Scout would make a foolish rescue mission which would enable them to kill him. But he never did.
Scout interpreted her thoughts with a hiss. “Master, I was not allowed to rescue Empath. Let me at least kill this vile… creature.”
The giant tree sighed.
“I can’t see why not. Although taking her as a prisoner would grant us a greater opportunity of getting Empath back. They need their Lady more than they would ever admit, so let’s us…”
He didn’t get further before a sound of a thousand breaking branches was heard; the trio was snared to the ground. A disgusting rotting smell reached her at the same time as a thousand flies started to buzz everywhere in the surroundings. Chronos ran forth and pushed her forward. Lady nodded to herself. They needed to move, get out of here. The dead tree and the giant bug appeared, blocking the way between the two trios. Lady saw Chronos leap away, still with the unconscious madman in his arms. She charged away, looked back and made the shadows blind Keeper and his helpers while she screamed to her rescuers to get away. They looked at her, nodded agreeing and ran further into the forest. By the time the heroes of the Legion regained their sight, all of them were long gone.
When they got past the river and found one of the abandoned camps she finally allowed herself to relax a bit and once again take off her blades. She glanced at Chronos, who dropped his burden on the dead vegetation. This made the crazed one wake up and disoriented look around. He rose on unsteady legs and mumbled something in a foreign language to himself.
“Was about time you woke up”, Lady said in an enchanting voice. “You missed all the fun.”
He looked at her, then at Chronos who had gone away from the camp to patrol the surroundings. “I apologize.”
“For what?” she whispered, her heart beating faster.
“It was not my intention to hit you. But sometimes there’s this rage… impossible to control. And you did not answer my question.” He crouched and bent his claw-like fingers. “I do hate when people don’t answer questions, I do.” He started to shake and murmur. “I do.”
Without further notice, he jumped her and they rolled around on the dry ground, the madman trying to strangle the lady, and she trying to get his hands off her throat. A few seconds later she succeeded and started to punch him wherever she could reach. Satisfying moans were heard whenever she hit the right spots. Although he managed to punch her almost unconscious she refused to give up. So did he.
Hours later, the moonshine was shining brightly through the thin branches of the dead trees surrounding them. Exhausted they tried to catch their breath, lying next to each other. She felt a tear of frustration and sorrow running down her cheek, but was not able to raise her hand and wipe it off. The fatigue was too great. Instead a claw-like hand, filled with scars and burn marks gently touched the tear, stole it from her dim face. Their eyes met.
“I hate you”, the dark one said.
“I love you too”, the mad one replied.
Emma Aho
27/4 2012