01-11-2016, 01:48 PM
"NOOOO ! Why did you do this ?!" Stewie cried out as he ran towards the pile of dust that was his newly found friend Ganondorf just moments ago. He saw it all from only a few meters away, how Victor turned his ally to dust, how he took the gloves and placed it Demetri's satchel. Stewie rushed over and crumbled to the ground that was just moments ago a battlefield. The infant's hands moved through the pile of Ganon dust, "What have you done to him ? Will he be alright ?" There was no one to answer Stewie's questions. He felt alone, as alone as a Bieber fan at an ACDC concert.
He heard some ruckus going on and his tear filled eyes witnessed the murder of Victor. The person that started this all for the young genius, Dean, took the assassin's life. Yet even this sight, could not mend the pain he was feeling. Even though he only met him, he felt a connection when riding the glorious tusked boar. This marvelous creature was no longer amongst them, and it pissed Stewie off. His tears found their way down his chubby little cheeks, from the corner of his eyes he saw Dean walking away, as if he didn't even recognize the bundle of terror that is Stewie.
A fist was formed as anger was the primary emotion within Stewie's head. His anger was looking for an outlet, something to take out his anger. Suddenly his sight was set on someone close, someone on the ground, someone who had taken something from his new friend. The heart torn infant got up and walked towards Demetri's body that was laying in the dirt, "Give it back you bastard !" The thief did not answer, only a groan was heard, he was hurt badly. Stewie didn't care, it was this thief and the other bastards with him that did all of this. "I said give it back !" he screamed out, his filled with both anger and sadness as he kicked Demetri in the stomach. "Uergh"
Without a moment's hesitation Stewie took the thief's satchel and started going through it, throwing out several items before finally finding what he was looking for. A shield was thrown against the wall behind Stewie, a sword got thrown aside, the pistol was glanced at by Stewie with aversion before tossing aside and finally he found what he was looking for, the gauntlets. The football headed boy took out the oversized gloves and held them pressed against his chest before kicking the assassin once more, "Don't you know it's wrong to steal you bastard." Holding on to the magical gauntlets close to him with shaking hands.
"Give.... those back, you freak!" A cracking voice spoke behind him, "Those are -my- trophies, don't make me take them from you." Stewie turned around and saw Demetri slowly getting up, the assassin was hurt but there was still life in him, and he was willing to start another fight over the warlock's gloves. Something deep inside Stewie told him it was a bad idea to face this man who clearly had very little to lose. The wind was finding its way through the war torn streets of Nippur and stirring up some of the sand between the two.
"I would strongly disadvise you doing that, thief." A third and unfamiliar voice spoke. Both Stewie and Demetri looked up and gazed upon the yellow light that was emitting from Sinestro's corps ring. " I suggest you leave now, leave quick, and never return here. Go now before I change my mind and cut off those thieving claws you call hands."
Demetri did not hesitate a moment, he knew when he was beat, a final glance was thrown at Stewie before walked towards the gate of Nippur. The infants eyes were aimed upwards, towards the new arrival. Even though he had seen him on the battlefield, he had no idea who the yellow man was, or who's side he was on. Holding both gauntlets with one arm he reached for his pistol that was on his lower back. "There is no need for that little one." Sinestro said. "Was it true what you said earlier, about Ganondorf being your friend ? Your ally ? " Stewie responded with nothing but a single nod.
"What do you plan on doing with those ? " Sinestro asked the genius.
"I was going to keep them safe, as a reminder of the mighty boar. "
Sinestro descended and landed near the new prime. "A reminder ? Ganondorf isn't dead. He is a prime, primes don't die. They reappear at the nexus. But, this is different. It seems my old friend has been send to a bad place. A place so terrible, that everyone that has been send there don't ever return." Sinestro paused for a long while. "But Ganondorf isn't everyone, he will come back to us, he will prevail."
"Are you his ally ?"
"Yes i am, i have been for a while. My name is Sinestro, i am with Law."
" Law ? Sounds like a terrible 80's rock band. But anyway, i am Stewie. And if you are his ally, will you hold on to these ? So you can return them to him once he returns ?"
The lantern looked at the child and accepted the gesture. " I will keep these, for now. It seems i owe you my thanks, for assisting my allies in battle."
"Ow it was nothing, just good fun." Stewie modestly replied.
"Allot of my allies have been hurt, killed or even worse, I could use a soldier like yourself. To secure this city, cleanse it from the tyranny that has reigned here for too long."
Stewie looked around, at the ruins that were once respectable buildings, "You really want to stay in this sandcastle? But fine, it's not like I got any other plans. Sure, I will help."
Sinestro showed no emotions" Thank you Stewie, I shall keep these for now, Go on your way, I shall find you soon enough."
"You really have a tone for the dramatic don't you ? Have you done any broadwayshows by any chance ?"
Sinestro ignored the question and flew up high in the sky, once more Stewie was alone, but this time with a goal.
"Ahwell time to punch in and start my new job"
He heard some ruckus going on and his tear filled eyes witnessed the murder of Victor. The person that started this all for the young genius, Dean, took the assassin's life. Yet even this sight, could not mend the pain he was feeling. Even though he only met him, he felt a connection when riding the glorious tusked boar. This marvelous creature was no longer amongst them, and it pissed Stewie off. His tears found their way down his chubby little cheeks, from the corner of his eyes he saw Dean walking away, as if he didn't even recognize the bundle of terror that is Stewie.
A fist was formed as anger was the primary emotion within Stewie's head. His anger was looking for an outlet, something to take out his anger. Suddenly his sight was set on someone close, someone on the ground, someone who had taken something from his new friend. The heart torn infant got up and walked towards Demetri's body that was laying in the dirt, "Give it back you bastard !" The thief did not answer, only a groan was heard, he was hurt badly. Stewie didn't care, it was this thief and the other bastards with him that did all of this. "I said give it back !" he screamed out, his filled with both anger and sadness as he kicked Demetri in the stomach. "Uergh"
Without a moment's hesitation Stewie took the thief's satchel and started going through it, throwing out several items before finally finding what he was looking for. A shield was thrown against the wall behind Stewie, a sword got thrown aside, the pistol was glanced at by Stewie with aversion before tossing aside and finally he found what he was looking for, the gauntlets. The football headed boy took out the oversized gloves and held them pressed against his chest before kicking the assassin once more, "Don't you know it's wrong to steal you bastard." Holding on to the magical gauntlets close to him with shaking hands.
"Give.... those back, you freak!" A cracking voice spoke behind him, "Those are -my- trophies, don't make me take them from you." Stewie turned around and saw Demetri slowly getting up, the assassin was hurt but there was still life in him, and he was willing to start another fight over the warlock's gloves. Something deep inside Stewie told him it was a bad idea to face this man who clearly had very little to lose. The wind was finding its way through the war torn streets of Nippur and stirring up some of the sand between the two.
"I would strongly disadvise you doing that, thief." A third and unfamiliar voice spoke. Both Stewie and Demetri looked up and gazed upon the yellow light that was emitting from Sinestro's corps ring. " I suggest you leave now, leave quick, and never return here. Go now before I change my mind and cut off those thieving claws you call hands."
Demetri did not hesitate a moment, he knew when he was beat, a final glance was thrown at Stewie before walked towards the gate of Nippur. The infants eyes were aimed upwards, towards the new arrival. Even though he had seen him on the battlefield, he had no idea who the yellow man was, or who's side he was on. Holding both gauntlets with one arm he reached for his pistol that was on his lower back. "There is no need for that little one." Sinestro said. "Was it true what you said earlier, about Ganondorf being your friend ? Your ally ? " Stewie responded with nothing but a single nod.
"What do you plan on doing with those ? " Sinestro asked the genius.
"I was going to keep them safe, as a reminder of the mighty boar. "
Sinestro descended and landed near the new prime. "A reminder ? Ganondorf isn't dead. He is a prime, primes don't die. They reappear at the nexus. But, this is different. It seems my old friend has been send to a bad place. A place so terrible, that everyone that has been send there don't ever return." Sinestro paused for a long while. "But Ganondorf isn't everyone, he will come back to us, he will prevail."
"Are you his ally ?"
"Yes i am, i have been for a while. My name is Sinestro, i am with Law."
" Law ? Sounds like a terrible 80's rock band. But anyway, i am Stewie. And if you are his ally, will you hold on to these ? So you can return them to him once he returns ?"
The lantern looked at the child and accepted the gesture. " I will keep these, for now. It seems i owe you my thanks, for assisting my allies in battle."
"Ow it was nothing, just good fun." Stewie modestly replied.
"Allot of my allies have been hurt, killed or even worse, I could use a soldier like yourself. To secure this city, cleanse it from the tyranny that has reigned here for too long."
Stewie looked around, at the ruins that were once respectable buildings, "You really want to stay in this sandcastle? But fine, it's not like I got any other plans. Sure, I will help."
Sinestro showed no emotions" Thank you Stewie, I shall keep these for now, Go on your way, I shall find you soon enough."
"You really have a tone for the dramatic don't you ? Have you done any broadwayshows by any chance ?"
Sinestro ignored the question and flew up high in the sky, once more Stewie was alone, but this time with a goal.
"Ahwell time to punch in and start my new job"