Chater Three: Rage In The Cage

Alex wakes up in jail and has been scheduled to be executed at dawn. Luckly the major of the village disbands the sentence in exchange for some "services"

For the longest time I felt like I was in complete darkness. Everywhere I look there was nothingness in every direction. I was alone...completely and uderly alone. I paniced and started to run, I had no idea where I was going  ...everywhere around me just looked the same in total darkness. I ran and ran but still nothingness everywhere I look...did I die?

 

Finally I stopped running and realized I was getting nowhere with this. So I decided to try shouting in hopes that I wasn't alone in this god forsaken place. "Hey! Can anybody hear me! Hello!" I waited for a reply but nobody answered back. I tried shouting again several times and each time it was a complete failure. I began to notice that when I yell there wasn't an echo behind it. No echo means no air but I was breathing...wasn't I?

 

I sat down on the blackened floor and tried to remember how I got into this mess. The only thing I could remember was waking up in this hell hole. I closed my eyes and laid on my back thinking of how I was going to escape this place. Suddenly my eyes came across this small flicker of light high above my head.

 

Jummping back to my feet I yelled in excitment at this wonderful sight. I never thought I would be so happy just to see light again. "Hello?! Is their anyone up there?!" The flicker of light started to slowly move closer and as it did it became brighter and brighter. It gotten so bright and so close I had to sheild my eyes from the intence light that I now seem to bath in it's presence.

 

As if instantaneouslly the light disappeared and when all was clear I found myself standing at the foot of an old dirt road. I looked around in disbelif and realized this was no ordinary road...this was the road that led back to my cottage. As I followed the dirt covered road I started noticing that everything around me seemed quite and still.The clouds and the trees weren't blowing with the breeze and the only noise I could hear was the sound of my feet stepping on the dirt road as I walked.

 

In the distants I saw the cottage in all it's majesty. I begun to sprint towards it but I was shortly stopped by this uneasy and worried feeling that crashed into my heart like an axe. I don't know why but something told me deep in my gut that everything about this place seemed wrong and that I should just turn around and never look back. Ignoring my gut I inched my way towards the cottage takeing deep breaths with each step when I noticed the my parent's headstones under the cherrytree were missing. I was surprised to see them gone but I wasn't sad ...it seems with the stones gone I felt some what at ease, you might even say I was happy...happy that I didn't have to look at those awful stones anymore. 

 

I finally reached the door of the cottage and the hinge which fell from before was now fastened tightly back to it's post. It was as if  that dreadfull night never even happened. Slowly I reached for the doorknob not knowing what I could find. "Alex...?" A warm hamilar voice rose behind me froze by beating heart just as I was about to open the door to my past. I turned to face the warm voice to find standing before me my mother with her long blond hair and her beautiful sundress and my father with his short white hair and his striped business suite. 

 

For one moment everything around me was at a stand still ...even time itself  had no say in this wonderfull reunion. "Mom! Dad!" with tears in my eyes I rushed into my mother's arms with an open heart. My father held me and mom for what felt like the longest time ...just standing there as a family sobbing over lost time that we have missed. I was finally at peace.

 

I closed my eyes and finally spoke, trying to keep my tears from falling in my mouth when I spoke. "Mother...Father...I'm so glad your back! I've suffered for so long over your deaths! I love you so much! I always did!" I felt my mother's tears roll down my arm as I hugged around her waist. Their was no reply from either of my parents but I didn't care...I have them back and that's all that matters.

 

Suddenly I began to smell a faint hint of blood in the air and gradually became stronger and stronger with each passing moment. I opened my eyes and saw the tear's from my mother's eyes weren't really tear's at all but the blackest blood which did seep. I quickly looked up mother's face and her flesh and blood was dripping off her bones in chunks. Scared to death I franticlly looked at my father and his face was now the same as my mother's. Their grip on my grew tighter and tighter but somehow I still mannage to escape. My once beautiful parents we're no the walking damned back from the fire's of hell itself.

 

"No ....how could this be happening!" I watched my zombified parents walk ever so closer to me with there stinch of rotting flesh lingered strong throught the air. "What's wrong Alex?" said my undead father licking his bony fingers at the thought of tasteing my flesh. "Don't you love us anymore?" wispered my undead mother  chompping her jagged teeth. Panicing I started to run but as I turned away from the creatures a tall hooded man stood before me causeing me to hult. Like lighting the hooded man swiftly stabbed my stomach with such force my blood shot out of my mouth like a bullet.

 

I dropped to my knees in tremendous pain nurseing my wound. Looking up at the weapon that pierced my flesh I found it was the same dagger use in the murder of my parents. "No..." I wispered feeling my life slipping away. I slowly looked up at the hooded man but all I saw nothing but shadows on the face of my murderer. "This...This isn't fair..." my body went limp and I feel completely to the ground lifeless.

 

When I landed my head on the ground I opened my eyes gasping for breath on a stone cold floor. Complete unaware of my surroundings I sat straight up in shock only to lose my balance and fall back down on the floor. There we're ropes bonding my hands behind my back and each time I tried to get myself free the bruises and bashes from the fight from the tavern ached my bones to the core. "It was only a dream...thank god." Struggleing to set up straight I looked around the room and found myself behind prison bars in a small cell chamber. The light from the window above my jail bed shined in my face in the middle of the cell and I got to tell you...this isn't the best way to wake up from hell.

 

Since I couldn't stand on my feet on my own I wiggled towards one of the prison walls for support. Once on my feet I felt a little strange...like something was missing. It was then I realized that both my father's sword and worse the dagger had disappeared from my sight. I searched franticlly around my little cell but allas the room came up empty...a lot cause.

 

Outside the prison bars there lurks a dimmly lit hallway which seemed to go on forever into shadows. I walked towards the bars and as I approached  the noise of footsteps ehcoed in the hall's shadows. "Who's their?!" I yelled but no responce from the footsteps, "Whoever's their you better show yourself!" From out of the shadows came a thin looking man with worn out armor and a rusty lance (a grunt soilder no doubt) holding a small saucer with a small mug balanced on top.

 

"It's about time you woke up you filthy little warlock." His face was pale and thin but his eyes were as wild as fire making him an untrustworthy and dangerous foe. "Tell me..." I said, "...where the hell am I?! And why are you calling me a warlock?! I'm not a warlock!" The grunt grinned and began to laugh. " Ha ha! Where does it look like you idiot? Your in prison for acts of sorcery. Although if it was up to me I would have killed you on the spot when we found you outside the tavern." If my hands weren't bond by these reched ropes I would have grabbed his little neck through these steel bars and choke the life out of him for insulting me like that infront of my face.

 

Just then I remembered my father's sword disappearents and more importantly the dagger. "listen to me I need to get out of the cell! I've lost something very important to me so I need to..." The grunt jabbed my stomach with the blunt end of his rusty lance sending me flying towards the stone floor in agony. "That's enough out of you. Now I don't want to hear another noise out of you for the rest of the day...you got me?" From the floor I stared up into his wild eyes in anger wishing for an opprtunity to slice this clown's skull open and watch his brains scatter the floor.

 

"Here" The grunt slid the saucer he was holding under the prison bars and while doing so he spilled the mug filled with water all over the floor in some in the saucer. " Your public execution is scheduled to be set at dawn tomorrow. Wedon't want you to be under fed when we hang you ...that would be rude." " How the hell am I suppost to eat this?! My hands are tied!" I said sharply. "That's your problem not mine ...see you at dawn little warlock." The grunt truned away from the cell and walked back into the shadows of the dark hallway from which he came.

 

A small, flacky piece of slightly moldy bread lied on the saucer with one side soaked in water from the spilled cup. I rolled on my belly and carefully lifted the bread with my teeth off the saucer and used my tounge to slide it into the rest of my mouth. The bread was so awful with every bite I took I wanted to gag and puke up all my guts but I couldn't affored to waste any food for now since I needed to come up with some sort of plan to escape I need all my strenght. As for the spilled water I slurped it up off the floor picking up all the dirt and gunk that was desolved into it. Sure it was disgusting but like I said I had no other choice. After I finished what I might concider a meal I scooted towards one of the walls out of the light from the window and just sat with my head lowered in silents.

 

A few hours has past since the freaking grunt brung me the lousy grub. The time I spent alone in this cell gave me time to reflect on all the things I've been through since I've started this little adventure of mine. It seems the further I stray from home the further I am from reaching my goal ...but ...I don't know if I'll keep doing this forever. Spending the rest of my days hunting down the villain responsible for my parent's death. Of course I'll never know this for sure trapped in this cell ...(sigh...) why can't I ever catch a break?

 

The sound of footsteps suddenly arose once again echoing through out the dark hallway comeing ever so closely with each step. I didn't even bother to see who it was cause it was pointless to know. The footsteps stopped at my cell and lokking up through my white bangs I saw the last person I wanted to to see lock in the hell of mine. "What the hell do you want?" I tried to stay calm but I didn't know how much longer I could contain my rage. "Your one lucky b*****d you know that." The grunt from before stood at the bars of my cell but this time be held a small silver key.

 

"So ...your gonna let me out huh?" Setting aside his lance against the hall walls the grunt unlocked the prison door and with an erry squick the door slid open revealing freedom ...or so I thought. "The major of this village would like to have a few choice words with you." said the grunt as he grabbed his lance off the wall. With help from the prison wall I raised back to my feet feeling tired and very pissed off. "What exactly does the mayor want with me?" The grunt entered the cell and stood toe-to-toe with me giving off a smirky grin. "I don't 'exactly' know what he wants with you but I bet it has something to do with that little stunt you pulled at the tavern. Now move it!"

 

The grunt grabbed me by the shoulder and shuved me out the prison door knocking me against the stone walls of the hallway. "Oh by the way ...I've been giving orders to kill you if you try to escape so if I were you I wouldn't make any sudden moves." I stared at the grunt with his jagged blade pointed at my face,  "I'll try to keep that in mind." I said brutally.

 

With the grunt's lance at my backwe walked down the dark hallway for what seemed like forever. Neither of us spoke the entire way towards my destnation, just the sound of our feet hitting the stone floor filled the walls with noisy echoes. Finally at the end of the hall there was a bright light that grew ever closer with each step I took. The light shined through a slightly opened wodden door with sounds of conversation behind it.

 

As the grunt escorted me into the room (rather harshly I might add) I felt that it had a sense of fainess about it. The room was filled with bight wax candles and random artworks on the walls of places around the village. leaned back in his chair behind a large wooden desk sat the mayor of the entire village, companied by two gentleman on each side of the mayor dressed like the damn grunt who brung me here. The mayor looked to be around his fourties who wore a tight blue buisness suite to fit his child like figure and sported a thick handle bar mustach under his abnormally large nose. With fine jewelry and a sinister smile to me he looks like the kind of person who would sell out his own mother just to make some fast money.

 

Walking into the room I noticed the man to the mayor's right side holding my father's scabbed with the sword still intact. I wanted to rush him and get back the sword but I was in no position to do anything rashinal. The grunt forced me down to sit on a small foot stool just a few feet infront of the wooden desk. With a cocky, errigant smile the mayor leans towards me with his head resting on his small bony hands; staring me dwon with a pair of grey old eyes.

 

"So ...your the little warlock I've been hearing so much about. I must say your a little shorter then I expected but I guess size isn't everything." I sat their ignoring his efferts to make conversation with me and glanced every so often at my father's sword. "Do you wish to kill me? I can tell by the way your looking at your sword. It's a lovely sword by the way ....where did you get it?" "If you must know it belongs to my father and I don't appreciate you talking to me like I'm some sorta buddy!" My face was red with fury as I sat bonded by these ropes.

 

The smile of the mayor disappeared in the blink of an eye and he sits up in his chair. "I'm just gonna cut to the chase. My name is William Hexium and as major of Postalla village I here by disband your execution ...of course not without getting rid of our little problem we have here in the village first." There was a short pause in the air after William's prepousal. I had no idea what he meant by 'Our little problem' but it was none of my concern.

 

"No thanks..." I said, "Doing jobs for tyrannt major's doesn't really fit my style." William smiled and raised up his hand. "You don't get it do you white-haired warlock. I'm not asking you I'm making you." With a snap of William's fingers the sounds of a tormented creature arose from outside the window behind the mayor. The sounds of the creature sounded familar sending shivers down my spin. I raised my head to see through the window and what I wittnessed gave me the urge to kill.

 

Maybel was being restrain by two grunts and companied by another holding an axe to maybel's neck, "B******S!! LET HER GO!!" like lighting I shot up from the foot stoll and was about to jump over the desk untill a jagged blade met me at my throut stopping me in my tracks. "Now there's no need for violents." said William with a sinister smile, "No harm will come to your horse as long as you do exactly what I say." Still shakeing with rage and the blade at my neck I knew I had no other choice but to go by his rules untill I can figure a way to get Maybel, Father's sword, and the dagger out of this damn village in one piece. "How did you know she belonged to me!" I said trying not to jump out of my seat again, "It's was simple ..." laughed William, "The horse didn't belong to anyone else in Postalla so I just put two-n-two together. Now let's get down to buisness ...we have matters to discuss."

 

I tried to stay calm and not to cause anymore trouble for Maybel's sake. But I swear the first chance I get I'm gonna slice him open like a fish and pull out his heart. "First of all let's get you out of those bonds." William looks at the grunt who took brung me too this hellhole and gives him a quick nod. The grunt swung his lance at a tremendous speed and sliced through the thick ropes that bonded me like a knife through butter. Once my ropes were cut the other two grunt's by William's side got on edge drawing out their sowrds. I rubbed my wrist trying to get the blood circulating back into my finger's. I gotta say after being tied like that it felt good to be set free ...well sorta.

 

The grunt's let there guard down after they saw that after the bonds were cut I wasn't going to do anything to harm them. Willaim opened his desk drore to his right and pulled out a rinkled piece of paper. "This is what I need you to hunt down Surely it wouldn't be a problem with someone of your talents." I took the paper from William's skinny bony fingers and looked it over. It was a very poorly drawn image of what looked like a white tiger that was the size of giant black bear a wip like tail.

 

As I folded the paper and placed it in my shirt pocket I oticed William was staring at me hard as if I was someone he hasn't seen in a very long time ...like a long lost friend. "For the past six months this beast has came down from it's home in the mountain's just outside of Postalla every other week and goes off with one or two of our villagers. I've sent man after man to deal with the creature but allas all who tried now sleeps in the belly of the beast." I leaned back on the footstool and crossed my arms thinking about his story. "Your story touches me." I said sarcasticlly, "But what makes you think that I can handle something like this?"

 

William leans back in his chair again placeing his hands behind his head. "Because from what I heared you posses the ability to summon fire and in the process torn a huge hole through a wall in the tavern. Now normally in the kingdom of Solem it's law to kill any known warlocks or witches due to the fact that magic in anycase is the devil's work. Lucky for you I've decided to use your warlock skills to slay the terrible beast and in return I'll spare your life and pretend this village never even knew of you ...and of course you can have your horse back once the deal is done." It was pointless to tell the b*****d that I wasn't a warlock cause he wouldn't believe me if I told him I was cursed. And I can't just use the witche's curse any freaking time I want. If I use it for too long or use it too often it would suck my soul dry and I'll become nothing but a scorched corpes so it's only to be used when absolutly nessesary.

 

Once again Willaim stops leaning and sits back up straight looking like how a mayor should sit at a desk. "Obviously you have some sort of fighting experience ..." said William as he opens a desk drore to his left, "Otherwise you wouldn't have come to obtain the Solem assassin's dagger." William pulls out a dagger with the Solem crest, the very same dagger used to kill my parents. "HEY!! Give that back it's mine damn it!" I rose up again but this time with my fist drawn back ready to fly into the b*****d's face untill yet again the same jagged blade prevented me from comeing any closer to William.

 

"Please ...lower your lance." said William smileing as the grunt followed his orders, "Our friend already knows what will happen if he tries to kill me now don't you?" Grinding my teeth and shakeing my fist I slowly sat back down and the blade ventured away from my neck. I watched as William slowly stroaked the blade of the dagger with his fingers gazing at it like gold. "These are very rare to come by. There only made for the most skillful assassin's served under Solem command. This ...this weapon is a thing of beauty." Yet another clue for me to follow, the murderer of my parents must be an assassin of solem. I don't care how skillful these Solem assassin's are I will kill them all if I have too if it means avanging my parent's death ...but the first chance I get I'm gonna slauter this b*****d for stealing Maybel and for taking my dagger.

 

William sits the dagger on his desk and looks me square in the eye. "Since your so attached to this dagger I'll make you a deal. If you can bring me back the head of the terrible beast here before midnight then you can keep both the dagger and your horse ...deal?" He reached out his hand towards me expecting me to shake it but I just nod in agreement. William stood up from his set and truned his head looking out the window. "If you want your dagger then you better hurry cause the evening sun is about to set in an hour or so." I stood up and the grunt who held my father's scabbed tossed it towards me. I set it back around my belt and was about to speak untill William interuppted. "I want the grunt who brung you here to escort you to where you must go." William said without taking his eyes off the window.

 

Without saying a wordthe grunt openned the dorr and left the room with me close behind. Walking down the dark hallway we didn't exchange any words just the sounds of our footsteps filled the halls untill we came across an iron door. Unlocking the door the grunt let the light of the even sun fill up the dark halls. We stepped outside and the clouds were pink with sky orange as I looked up at the mountains I mist venture too. "The cave where the monster lays is about a mile walk towards those mountains." points the grunt towards the snowy peaks of the hollow mountain tops, "I suggest you start walking now if you want to finish your task before midnight." and with that the grunt returns to the iron door locking it behind him leaveing me out here alone. There was no point in running away since they have both maybel and the dagger; I have no other choice. So now I set off for the mountains alone filled with anger, rage, and the sweet urge to kill someone by the name William Hexium. 

Author's Note

I hope you guys enjoy this third chapter. There may be some spelling errors but like I said I'm not a pro ^_^

Reviews

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Yup, it was enjoyable, but I found that you used 'striped white business suit' when I believe this story is set in the past in some distant kingdom. Or am I wrong about that?
And the line ' I've suffered a long time over your deaths' seemed, not to good.
As I said, the story is awesome ;)

[K-mo]

this is really good! I know you could make millions off of your stories

[XxKooperxX]

thanks :)

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Oh! Almost forgot! Stop letting the story out in the description! It kinda kills the effect!

[AliceSon13]

I loved it. It was a very awesome chapter. Couldn't take my eyes off it :) Can't wait for the next chapter Jooji! Loved it loved it loved it! :)