She began to stir as I took her on the boat, and by the time I entered my cabin she had fully awoken. She began to struggle, beating her fists on my back and trying to speak through the gag to cast a spell. I threw her to the floor, her head hitting the wood boards. I grabbed her throat as she was stunned, pulling her up and dragging her onto the bed.
I pulled my knife from its scabbard, grinning. She reached up and tore her hood off. I began to approach her, the tip of the blade directed at her. She froze, and reached up to untie her gag, moving as quickly as she could. I seized her wrists, slamming them to the bed,and tied them to it's posts. I moved my knife to her neck, letting it slide softly, teasingly. Such a fun game.
I continued this way for a long while, sometimes just running the blade along her flesh, sometimes making small cuts and slits, nonlethal but painful.Sometimes I shoved the blade towards her in a fast motion only to stop an inch away or slam it into the bed behind her.She wept many times. She didn't appreciate the fun. She couldn't appreciate anything, not even me. ME! The greatest elf to live, even if no one knew it yet. They would know soon, however.
I worked the blade under her finger nail, prying up. She screamed, the sound muffled by the gag. Her fingernail popped away, landing on the bed. Blood began to flow freely, and I grinned. I cut three of her fingers off, letting them rest on the wardrobe. Then I moved to her toes, starting with the pinkie toe and moving to her larger one.
I stood, ignoring her screaming and squirming, going to my liquor cabinet. I took out a glass, a bottle of wine, and a corkscrew. I twisted the cork out with the screw, watching her calmly as I poured a glass. I knocked it back in one gulp, letting it fall to the floor and break. I reveled in the destruction, glass shards going everywhere.
I then reached down, grabbing the stem of the broken glass, shoving the wreckage of the glass into her leg. She screamed and whined. I looked at her. “Quit being such a yellow-bellied cur.” She looked at me with pure hatred, and I smiled. It was time- the cat was bored just playing with the mouse.
I straightened my appearance, sat next to her on the bed, smiled reassuringly, and then I slit her throat. She twisted and turned as she died, like a fish thrown onto the earth. Blood stained my sheets and the walls, as well as me. When she finally lay silent, I laughed. I continued laughing for some time.
Until I heard boots pounding on the deck.
I drew my sword as quietly as possible, ducking into the shadows. “No no no no who is it? Damn they know what I did...” I felt like a little one who was found guilty breaking something. As the boots drew nearer, I composed myself, and watched.
The door burst open, wood splintering over the room. The first man strolled in, examining the corpse on the bed. He was dressed in simple clothes, with a sword on his hip. The innkeeper from The Raven’s Roost entered after him, two more men following him. The first man looked away from the body to the innkeeper. “So you were right. He actually killed her, eh? Tough bastard. Wonder how tough.”
“This tough.” I growled, leaping forward and plunging my sword through his chest. My feet hit the ground as he fell back, and with a powerful pull ripped my blade from him. I whipped it in front of me, the blade burying itself half-way through the innkeeper’s neck. I twisted as a blade came towards me, taking my blade with me as I went out of the cabin. Rolling away from the battle, I began to run.
I went through the city, taking no care for direction or destination as I went through the alleys. My mind was ripping itself apart in panic. After a long chase I could still hear them approaching behind me. I found an old abandoned home, breaking the door. I looked back once, seeing them approaching faintly in the distance. Then I ran into the house, climbing the flight of stairs and standing at the side of the doorframe. Waiting.
Soon enough, I could hear the pounding of their boots on wood as they went up the stairs. One entered, and I brought my sword down, slashing the flesh of his back open. He wailed in pain, and I smiled, stepping closer. As I brought my sword in a downward arc, I was thrown back as part of my shoulder exploded. I heard a crack of thunder. The second man waved the smoke from his musket away, beginning to reload.
I got to my knees, slicing at the gunner’s ankle. As he fell in pain, I thrust my blade through his leg, twisting as I pulled it away. He clutched his leg as he writhed on the floor, blood rapidly pooling around him. I stood, but I didn’t have time to appreciate my victory. I heard a blade slicing the air behind me, and ducked as fast as I could.
Not fast enough. I felt the blade touch my temple and slice down through my ear to my neck before I was low enough it swept past. I swung around, bringing the blade up just in time to block my opponent’s. Our swords rang as they struck each other. I swung and he blocked. Swing, parry, readdress. I twisted to avoid his sword and he blocked my counterattack. He dodged my blow and sliced my leg. Limping, my defense faulted, and he got several more blows in, tearing open my cheek, my hand.
Finally, I saw an opening. I grabbed the hilt of my sword with both hands and thrusted through the opening, stabbing through his stomach. He froze in place, his sword falling to his side. I tore it out, turning to leave. I heard a cumbersome step, and then a blade sprouted from my chest.
It became hard to breath. I didn’t understand. Instinctively, I reversed my blade, plunging it back into my killer.
He fell back, taking my sword as well as his from me. I fell to my own knees, blood beginning to trickle down my chest, mixing with the freshly flowing crimson from my other rooms. I crawled to the far wall of the room, a large window taking up most of the wall.
Blood begins to stain the windowsill, dripping down to the floor. I can feel the sting of each cut, the unknown level of pain in each deep wound. I move my shoulder to my hip, unlatching my flask from my belt. As I raise my arm to place it on the sill, I feel the bullet lodged in my shoulder. At that moment, I know that I will not survive.
From the building’s location, I could see most of Karond Kar. Harsh, Desperate. Unforgiving. Death filled this place. No one would care about my death. “That bitch….it’s all her fault.” But was it? Or was it my own choices? Did I cause my death? Did fate?
I take a deep swig from my flask. My mouth fills with the now familiar taste of Dwarven Rotgut. This was me. I caused this. My choices. My undoing.
In my dying moments, I now realize. This was what I wished for. Glorious battle, good drink, a forbidden fruit brought to extinction. I’m fading away now…
I have no regrets. It was, truly, a good night. I die laughing.
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