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Final Chapter!
The Red Day, Part 1
The Green Day, Part 2
Hope you like it, it has been a while since I have written.
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Every night I dreamt of slaughtering the lizardfolk, and nothing brought me joy more than going over the skirmish in my head. It hadn't been so bad in hindsight, I was alive, Hulk was alive, and many of them died at my hand. They would know about me, the ones that had run off would soon inform the rest of them, but I had done my best to cover my tracks. Days had come and gone, my strength had returned, and I would come up with a plan for vengeance.
Things flowed through my mind in those days, how I would kill them, the lizardfolk would kneel before me, plead with me, and I would slice their throat. Hadn't they done the same to me? They had destroyed my city, yet I had pleaded with them for sanctuary, to be an ally, and they had tried to kill me for it. I had been a bigger fool than Kayishen, there was no parley, not in this world. She was right to resist, and had died a better death than I would.
I would find them and I would kill them, the jungle looked different to me now, darker. It was no longer home, it was something that I hated, something to spite. I would tear out sections for the fun, to see it hurt. Sometimes I would hear a sudden sound, like a cold one, or an antok, something I that I used to recognise, and suddenly my mind would go black, I had to kill, or, or I had to run, I didn't know what I wanted. I could run, I could slay it, once I speared a rabhor and bathed myself in its blood, but nothing would settle me, nothing felt right. The lizardfolk had taken away my understanding of the world, so they would die at my hand, they would pay.
But it wasn't long was it? It wasn't long before you found me, or at least your minions did. Or did you see me there the whole time? That night that they came at me, those skinks that change colour, blowing poison like the cowardly curs that they are, I took a few down. How many was it? 6? 7? More?
I remember after that first waves of darts had hit me, and I had responded by charging into one who though he was hidden in the scrub, I felt the panic of them. With just my knife I slashed its throat, and stabbed the next one straight through the heart. A group of them barreled into me, I swung my knife wildly, and I connected. It was just me, no armour, no real weapon, yet I gave better than I got, didn't I? I remember taking an eye out, I remember connecting with each slash, did they die? I hope they did. I remember jamming my knife through a skinks armpit straight into the lung, but for some reason my knife got stuck, and then I didn't even have that. I remember jumping on the next one and trying to bite its throat out, did I succeed? It went blurry after that.
I guess you know the rest, your minions tied me up and brought me here. I was still savage for a while, trying to get free, trying to do anything, but I knew I was done for. I remember asking them what this was about, why they attacked me, three times now. Apparently it is all to do with Maylar, or Khorne is it? They told me he is wrong, that he is chaos. I like that – you slaughter an entire people, an entire city, under the name of your God and it is righteous? When I hunt animals and try to join your cause in the name of Maylar that makes me corrupt does it? The skink never explained this one to me fully, tell me what my children ever did to you?
So fine! You bring me here to execute me, and you ask me where I come from? Well let me tell you, you fat hideous frog, YOU made me! I lived and worshiped my God in a city, hunted animals until you arrived destroyed my people! I offered to join you and your lizardfolk attacked me! I tried to run and you found me, you snatched me in the night, and now you pass judgement on me.
Go ahead and kill me, I can take death, I can't take that self righteous look! Like I am something to be pitied, that I am something wrong, like I am mad, like I am evil!! In the next life I swear----
The Red Day, Part 1
The Green Day, Part 2
Hope you like it, it has been a while since I have written.
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Every night I dreamt of slaughtering the lizardfolk, and nothing brought me joy more than going over the skirmish in my head. It hadn't been so bad in hindsight, I was alive, Hulk was alive, and many of them died at my hand. They would know about me, the ones that had run off would soon inform the rest of them, but I had done my best to cover my tracks. Days had come and gone, my strength had returned, and I would come up with a plan for vengeance.
Things flowed through my mind in those days, how I would kill them, the lizardfolk would kneel before me, plead with me, and I would slice their throat. Hadn't they done the same to me? They had destroyed my city, yet I had pleaded with them for sanctuary, to be an ally, and they had tried to kill me for it. I had been a bigger fool than Kayishen, there was no parley, not in this world. She was right to resist, and had died a better death than I would.
I would find them and I would kill them, the jungle looked different to me now, darker. It was no longer home, it was something that I hated, something to spite. I would tear out sections for the fun, to see it hurt. Sometimes I would hear a sudden sound, like a cold one, or an antok, something I that I used to recognise, and suddenly my mind would go black, I had to kill, or, or I had to run, I didn't know what I wanted. I could run, I could slay it, once I speared a rabhor and bathed myself in its blood, but nothing would settle me, nothing felt right. The lizardfolk had taken away my understanding of the world, so they would die at my hand, they would pay.
But it wasn't long was it? It wasn't long before you found me, or at least your minions did. Or did you see me there the whole time? That night that they came at me, those skinks that change colour, blowing poison like the cowardly curs that they are, I took a few down. How many was it? 6? 7? More?
I remember after that first waves of darts had hit me, and I had responded by charging into one who though he was hidden in the scrub, I felt the panic of them. With just my knife I slashed its throat, and stabbed the next one straight through the heart. A group of them barreled into me, I swung my knife wildly, and I connected. It was just me, no armour, no real weapon, yet I gave better than I got, didn't I? I remember taking an eye out, I remember connecting with each slash, did they die? I hope they did. I remember jamming my knife through a skinks armpit straight into the lung, but for some reason my knife got stuck, and then I didn't even have that. I remember jumping on the next one and trying to bite its throat out, did I succeed? It went blurry after that.
I guess you know the rest, your minions tied me up and brought me here. I was still savage for a while, trying to get free, trying to do anything, but I knew I was done for. I remember asking them what this was about, why they attacked me, three times now. Apparently it is all to do with Maylar, or Khorne is it? They told me he is wrong, that he is chaos. I like that – you slaughter an entire people, an entire city, under the name of your God and it is righteous? When I hunt animals and try to join your cause in the name of Maylar that makes me corrupt does it? The skink never explained this one to me fully, tell me what my children ever did to you?
So fine! You bring me here to execute me, and you ask me where I come from? Well let me tell you, you fat hideous frog, YOU made me! I lived and worshiped my God in a city, hunted animals until you arrived destroyed my people! I offered to join you and your lizardfolk attacked me! I tried to run and you found me, you snatched me in the night, and now you pass judgement on me.
Go ahead and kill me, I can take death, I can't take that self righteous look! Like I am something to be pitied, that I am something wrong, like I am mad, like I am evil!! In the next life I swear----
