The Killing of an Innocent
I hid in the quiet darkness of the room. Quiet was good. It meant that I was the only one home. It meant that I was safe. I looked at the small digital clock which told me I only had a few more moments of this peace… a few more moments to my own. The clock, like everything else in the house, had been thrown around. It lay, still plugged, but upside down on the ground. The face of the clock was cracked… but that wasn't the only thing that my father had broken during his fits. He had never been the same after my mother died… I had never met my mother, since she died after I was born due to some complications. Father blamed me. He said that I killed her. He told me that I was the spawn of the devil, that I should have never been born.
Suddenly the garage door opened, I could hear the car driving in, and the ignition turning off. The car door slammed, filling me with fright. He was home… and by the sound of the door, he wasn't happy. I ran to the back corner of the room, pressing myself against the wall in fright. The door entering into the house opened, the light came on, revealing the beast which awaited me. Father was growling profanities under his breath. He was drunk, I could tell by the wild look in his eyes.
"Didn't think to clean up, did you? Of course not, you're nothing, but a lazy, ignorant, fat, worthless devil, who I have the unfortunate privilege of calling a daughter." He started advancing towards me, fist raised.
I tried to open my mouth, tried to raise my hands in front of me to protect myself, but he just took my arms in his left hand, pulling them down from my face. His right hand uncurled as it swung towards my head, smacking the side of it with a loud smack. My head swung back with the force of the blow, thumping loudly against the wall. Blackness blossomed in front of my eyes which slowly started to edge away after a few moments, but I didn't get much time to recover. He raised another fist and punched me in the stomach, making me cry out and double over with the pain. His large left hand was like steel as I tried to escape, I couldn't move, I couldn't get free… The punches came more frequently, with each hit, I screamed, begging him to stop. He yelled back with profanities, telling me that I was a waste of space, that I wasn't worth keeping alive.
Survival instinct tried to kick in. I tried continuously to get loose. One of my flailing legs kicked into him, making him grunt sharply, and his hold on my hands loosened. I pushed myself away from him, running, but he was too quick. I reached the kitchen, when he tackled me to the ground, punching and kicking me… the pain wasn't so bad anymore… I couldn't feel much… Wetness trickled out of my mouth… Blood… The blows suddenly stopped, I turned my head, to see if he had gone away, but instead, he had a knife.
"You won't be wasting any more space in my house. You'll pay for killing my wife." His hand, with the blade of metal came down. Torturous pain cut into my back. I could hear myself screaming… And then… Everything went dark…
Suddenly the garage door opened, I could hear the car driving in, and the ignition turning off. The car door slammed, filling me with fright. He was home… and by the sound of the door, he wasn't happy. I ran to the back corner of the room, pressing myself against the wall in fright. The door entering into the house opened, the light came on, revealing the beast which awaited me. Father was growling profanities under his breath. He was drunk, I could tell by the wild look in his eyes.
"Didn't think to clean up, did you? Of course not, you're nothing, but a lazy, ignorant, fat, worthless devil, who I have the unfortunate privilege of calling a daughter." He started advancing towards me, fist raised.
I tried to open my mouth, tried to raise my hands in front of me to protect myself, but he just took my arms in his left hand, pulling them down from my face. His right hand uncurled as it swung towards my head, smacking the side of it with a loud smack. My head swung back with the force of the blow, thumping loudly against the wall. Blackness blossomed in front of my eyes which slowly started to edge away after a few moments, but I didn't get much time to recover. He raised another fist and punched me in the stomach, making me cry out and double over with the pain. His large left hand was like steel as I tried to escape, I couldn't move, I couldn't get free… The punches came more frequently, with each hit, I screamed, begging him to stop. He yelled back with profanities, telling me that I was a waste of space, that I wasn't worth keeping alive.
Survival instinct tried to kick in. I tried continuously to get loose. One of my flailing legs kicked into him, making him grunt sharply, and his hold on my hands loosened. I pushed myself away from him, running, but he was too quick. I reached the kitchen, when he tackled me to the ground, punching and kicking me… the pain wasn't so bad anymore… I couldn't feel much… Wetness trickled out of my mouth… Blood… The blows suddenly stopped, I turned my head, to see if he had gone away, but instead, he had a knife.
"You won't be wasting any more space in my house. You'll pay for killing my wife." His hand, with the blade of metal came down. Torturous pain cut into my back. I could hear myself screaming… And then… Everything went dark…
A Rouge's Worst Nightmare
"Come on ye lads! That place there is our first stop!" shouted Grumblehogan. He was the captain of a band of robbers, only seven men large. Despite the rather low numbers for a band of robbers of their time, this set of men looked like devils themselves. Years of not bathing and lack of manners had turned them into a bunch of wild looking, putrid smelling, and blood thirsty bandits. They didn't obey anyone, except of course, captain Grumblehogan.
The raiders looked down upon their target. At the bottom of the valley lay a small, beautiful kingdom. Shepherds could be seen guiding their sheep toward the pastures, and many field workers were laboring in the hot sun. It was the perfect place to wreak havoc upon. Barely any guards were visible in the peaceful kingdom. Of course, guards sometimes provided a rather entertaining exercise, but sometimes too many of them could halt the raiders' plans.
Nasticarmic licked his lips, and smacked his hands together. "Perfect," he purred evilly in his roughened voice. "It'll be nice again to kick up our feet and have a few unwilling pretty wenches feed us the meat of those lovely white lambs," he laughed harshly with the rest of the company. All of the men reveled in causing chaos in little places like the kingdom down in the valley.
"Yes," agreed Greedevort. "And we can dress ourselves like gentlemen, with velvets and jewels and such." He then proceeded to strut around like a prideful peacock. All the men started whistling and hooting at him. Greedevort then made a mocking bow towards Grumblehogan. "Tell us when we should commence with the taking over and such, your Magnificent."
Grumblehogan rolled his eyes, and swiftly, before Greedevort could react, hit the bowing man on the head, making him tumble to the ground. This caused a laughing riot with the robbers. "Well, if you're done making a fool of yourself, me thinks we should start now," replied Grumblehogan, to the cheers of his followers.
At Grumblehogan's commands, the men started running to ambush the kingdom, brandishing their large rusty axes, and swords. Panic started unfolding as the band of robbers started approaching the kingdom. People were running into the walls that surrounded the kingdom. Women screamed in alarm, men yelled warnings to the guardsmen. Laughing, Grumblehogan's men rampaged on, using their axes and swords to cut down anything in their path.
Suddenly the kingdom's guardsmen came running out of the kingdom in their brightly polished silver armor, and brandishing their long swords. "We demand that you leave at once!" cried a man in the center of the guardsmen, who was sitting upon a large black horse.
Grumblehogan eyed the man with his beady black eyes and mockingly asked, "And who might you be?"
"The King's Champion," replied the man, "and it is his wish that you leave at once. Otherwise you will greatly regret ambushing us."
This caused Grumblehogan and his men to laugh. "I highly doubt that you will be able to beat me and my band. We are undefeated!" With that, Grumblehogan rose up his sword, and his men's swords and axes followed. All of them started yelling profanities and threats to the guardsmen, hoping to bring fear into their hearts.
At first, to the robbers' seemed to have succeeded. The King's Champion was beckoning retreat into the castle. Grumblehogan's men tried to follow, but the entry to the kingdom was quickly closed.
Grumblehogan laughed, despite his predicament. "If the king thinks that a wall will stop us, he is gravely mistaken! We shall have this kingdom." He turned to two of his men who where holding axes, "go and cut down a tree. We shall make a battering ram, and blast these doors open." Nodding, both men complied and went in search for a large enough tree to accomplish such a task.
Grumblehogan then turned to talk to the rest of the group when he heard a voice yelling within the kingdom walls, "LET LOOSE THE BUTTERFLIES!!!" Grumblehogan and his men turned in disbelief as a cloud of large pink, sparkly, man-eating butterflies appeared behind them.
"RUN!!!" cried Grumblehogan. "IT'S THE PINK, SPARKLY, MAN-EATING BUTTERFLIES OF DOOM!!!!!!" He started shoving his way through his men, trying to outrun the pink butterflies, behind him, his men were all screaming like little girls, as they tried to rid themselves of the sparkly attackers, but to no avail. Pretty soon, all of Grumblehogan's men, but himself, had been eaten.
Grumblehogan tried hiding behind a large tree, praying that he wouldn't be found. Unfortunately for him, no one can hide from the pink, sparkly, man-eating butterflies of doom. A few moments later, the large cloud of butterflies had surrounded Grumblehogan, and ate him.
The raiders looked down upon their target. At the bottom of the valley lay a small, beautiful kingdom. Shepherds could be seen guiding their sheep toward the pastures, and many field workers were laboring in the hot sun. It was the perfect place to wreak havoc upon. Barely any guards were visible in the peaceful kingdom. Of course, guards sometimes provided a rather entertaining exercise, but sometimes too many of them could halt the raiders' plans.
Nasticarmic licked his lips, and smacked his hands together. "Perfect," he purred evilly in his roughened voice. "It'll be nice again to kick up our feet and have a few unwilling pretty wenches feed us the meat of those lovely white lambs," he laughed harshly with the rest of the company. All of the men reveled in causing chaos in little places like the kingdom down in the valley.
"Yes," agreed Greedevort. "And we can dress ourselves like gentlemen, with velvets and jewels and such." He then proceeded to strut around like a prideful peacock. All the men started whistling and hooting at him. Greedevort then made a mocking bow towards Grumblehogan. "Tell us when we should commence with the taking over and such, your Magnificent."
Grumblehogan rolled his eyes, and swiftly, before Greedevort could react, hit the bowing man on the head, making him tumble to the ground. This caused a laughing riot with the robbers. "Well, if you're done making a fool of yourself, me thinks we should start now," replied Grumblehogan, to the cheers of his followers.
At Grumblehogan's commands, the men started running to ambush the kingdom, brandishing their large rusty axes, and swords. Panic started unfolding as the band of robbers started approaching the kingdom. People were running into the walls that surrounded the kingdom. Women screamed in alarm, men yelled warnings to the guardsmen. Laughing, Grumblehogan's men rampaged on, using their axes and swords to cut down anything in their path.
Suddenly the kingdom's guardsmen came running out of the kingdom in their brightly polished silver armor, and brandishing their long swords. "We demand that you leave at once!" cried a man in the center of the guardsmen, who was sitting upon a large black horse.
Grumblehogan eyed the man with his beady black eyes and mockingly asked, "And who might you be?"
"The King's Champion," replied the man, "and it is his wish that you leave at once. Otherwise you will greatly regret ambushing us."
This caused Grumblehogan and his men to laugh. "I highly doubt that you will be able to beat me and my band. We are undefeated!" With that, Grumblehogan rose up his sword, and his men's swords and axes followed. All of them started yelling profanities and threats to the guardsmen, hoping to bring fear into their hearts.
At first, to the robbers' seemed to have succeeded. The King's Champion was beckoning retreat into the castle. Grumblehogan's men tried to follow, but the entry to the kingdom was quickly closed.
Grumblehogan laughed, despite his predicament. "If the king thinks that a wall will stop us, he is gravely mistaken! We shall have this kingdom." He turned to two of his men who where holding axes, "go and cut down a tree. We shall make a battering ram, and blast these doors open." Nodding, both men complied and went in search for a large enough tree to accomplish such a task.
Grumblehogan then turned to talk to the rest of the group when he heard a voice yelling within the kingdom walls, "LET LOOSE THE BUTTERFLIES!!!" Grumblehogan and his men turned in disbelief as a cloud of large pink, sparkly, man-eating butterflies appeared behind them.
"RUN!!!" cried Grumblehogan. "IT'S THE PINK, SPARKLY, MAN-EATING BUTTERFLIES OF DOOM!!!!!!" He started shoving his way through his men, trying to outrun the pink butterflies, behind him, his men were all screaming like little girls, as they tried to rid themselves of the sparkly attackers, but to no avail. Pretty soon, all of Grumblehogan's men, but himself, had been eaten.
Grumblehogan tried hiding behind a large tree, praying that he wouldn't be found. Unfortunately for him, no one can hide from the pink, sparkly, man-eating butterflies of doom. A few moments later, the large cloud of butterflies had surrounded Grumblehogan, and ate him.
~The End~
