03-23-2016, 04:25 PM
Pete's fellow clansmen (Last Chapter) carried him through the Dunes. It wasn't as if they were medics by any means but they did tend to his wounds. They tied rags around his wounds, those inflicted by the Prime and themselves, and then wrapped him in a tarp and slung him over one of their horses. They gave him water and some meat, and as he replenished his strength the pain of his wounds began to surge through his body. He had been on the verge of death and he was not only dehydrated but in shock when the others had stumbled across him, he hadn't felt the amount of pain his body had been in. It was excruciating...
Quite a bit of time passed on their journey back. The men chatted among themselves, while Pete fell in and out of consciousness.
"What the hell you think happened to Pete?" One said.
"I don't know... maybe the Empire finally caught up to him and Ray for deserting." said the other.
"Speaking of which... shit... where is Ray? And didn't he have the new kid Manny with him?" another from the rear spoke up.
"The Baron let Gulten and Zigfree go with him too right? Pete and those two are some of the toughest guys we got. What the fuck happened to em?" The men speculated back and forth, Pete only picking up bits and pieces of it.
Soon the men had reached their destination. The sound of many others filled Pete's ears, sounds of fighting and gnashing of teeth, the sounds of his clansmen.
"You... must take me to the Baron... immediately." He was able to get out in short breaths. The men unwrapped him and helped him stagger towards the hall to gain audience with Baron Deathchew. As they entered the hall, a chill came over them.
A scrawny, bearded man approached and looking at each of their faces, hovering over Pete's the longest. "What do you all want? And who is that? Dinner should be finished at the table or left on the floor for the dogs as scraps..."
The man who'd found Pete and recognized him spoke, "This is Pete, he's one of our toughest in the clan. He comes with a message for Baron Deathchew." The man wore a long brown leather coat, with longer black hair pulled back. "I found him, the names Tegan"
The Baron's scrawny advisor rolled his eyes, "He's clearly not one of the toughest if he's in that bad of a condition. As for the Baron, he's not taking any audiences. We had an incident earlier and he's really not in the mood. Leave now." He turned and began walking away.
Pete pushed himself off of Tegan, shambling forward, the advisor turned to halt his advance but Pete yelled out, "The King of Nippur has returned!" Shock and awe shot across all of the men's faces that were surrounding the display. Silence befell the room and once more a chill came across the hall, then strong foot steps came from the end of it.
"What?" The voice was stern and calm, no sound of alarm whatsoever. It was the voice of Baron Deathchew. Tegan, the advisor and the other men around Pete quickly dispersed creating distance between them.
"M... mm... mmy eyes... my friend... my men... we were attacked and defeated by The King of.." before he could finish the Baron's large hand gripped Pete's throat and pulled him to the Baron's face, an inch apart.
"King of what!? Do you speak of the FALSE King!? For there is only One King your feeble mind should recognize. Am I mistaken, PT-313? Or Pete as you call yourself now..." The Baron gripped slightly tighter, the others winced as if they were about to witness a grape pop.
Struggling to speak Pete coughed out, "Apologies! You're my King!"
"When you deserted your EMPEROR and sought refuge... Who took you in!?" The Baron yelled.
"You my King!" Still struggling.
"Who protected you from your pursuers? Who clothed you? Who should you the way to feed upon the weak? Who made you strong? Who guided you!?" The Baron loosening his grip slowly.
"You Baron Deathchew!" Pete fell to the ground, on his hands and knees coughing up blood. The Baron turned around and crossed his hands behind his back.
"Good. I'm glad you remember that much. So you say the False King... Gilgamesh... still walks the Dunes. I was informed he had been banished by the conjoined forces of the robot boy, Protoman and the mouse warrior Mickey..."
"He told me... 'That the true King of the Dunes had returned and that there was no chains in Hell that could hold him'... or so he said to me." Pete winced as if to feel a blow come from the Baron. Instead he heard a snicker come from the Baron.
"That so? Fine... tell me PT-313. When you said he took your men, you didn't by chance mean Gulten and Zigfree did you?" The Baron asked curiously, turning his head over his shoulder.
Pete hesitated to answer, "... My King, when we ambushed him we had no idea who he really was... Gulten and Zigfree almost had him but... he killed them both..." He lowered his head apologetically.
"Hmm..." The Baron rubbed his chin, turning and leaning over to place his hand under Pete's chin to raise it slightly. "He took your eyes to send you back to me blind... but when you left here you had them... which leads me to believe that you were not blind prior to your departure. Which would mean that you clearly could see that Gulten... Zigfree... the other two and even YOU are MY MEN." Pete tried to utter something but the Baron quickly cut him off. "Shh, shh, shhhhh... Gulten, Zigfree and yourself were three of my strongest and most promising men. I allowed three leaders of this clan to venture off together, at the request of... who was it? Oh, that's right. You... PT-313."
"B...b...Baron... I'm so sorry..." A sniffle came from the nose of Pete. The Baron furrowed his brow, cocking his head slightly as if to get a better listen to Pete.
"Am I mistaken or... are you crying? I just find it hard to tell, seeing as though you have no eyes. But I could have sworn you let out a whimper." The Baron stood straight up.
"Save me... spare me... Baron... my King... as you once had..." Pete reached out his hand in offering.
The Baron nodded, "Of course... PETE... I'll tell you what. If you kiss my boot, I will forgive you. Show me that your lack of eyes has not blinded you from the radiance that is your gracious and powerful leader. Do this and I will SAVE you." Pete shook as he stretched out his neck, lips pursed, praying with all of his being that he would land on the Baron's foot. As he did this though, the Baron raised his leg bringing his knee nearly to his chest and a second before Pete's lips touched the ground where the Baron's boot had been... Deathchew drove his heel into the back of Pete's skull and smashed through it leaving even a small crater in the ground. Pete's body flailed for only a moment until it lay lifeless. "Clean up this mess the way a true Clansman would." Gesturing to the men in the hall, at which point they all began hording over Pete and tearing into his carcass. "Tegan was it?" Tegan stood straight and nodded almost saluting. "Take some of MY men and find anyone who knows anything about the return of the FALSE KING." Tegan nodded and ran out of the hall. The Baron clenched his fists, "I will feast on the flesh of Gods."
Quite a bit of time passed on their journey back. The men chatted among themselves, while Pete fell in and out of consciousness.
"What the hell you think happened to Pete?" One said.
"I don't know... maybe the Empire finally caught up to him and Ray for deserting." said the other.
"Speaking of which... shit... where is Ray? And didn't he have the new kid Manny with him?" another from the rear spoke up.
"The Baron let Gulten and Zigfree go with him too right? Pete and those two are some of the toughest guys we got. What the fuck happened to em?" The men speculated back and forth, Pete only picking up bits and pieces of it.
Soon the men had reached their destination. The sound of many others filled Pete's ears, sounds of fighting and gnashing of teeth, the sounds of his clansmen.
"You... must take me to the Baron... immediately." He was able to get out in short breaths. The men unwrapped him and helped him stagger towards the hall to gain audience with Baron Deathchew. As they entered the hall, a chill came over them.
A scrawny, bearded man approached and looking at each of their faces, hovering over Pete's the longest. "What do you all want? And who is that? Dinner should be finished at the table or left on the floor for the dogs as scraps..."
The man who'd found Pete and recognized him spoke, "This is Pete, he's one of our toughest in the clan. He comes with a message for Baron Deathchew." The man wore a long brown leather coat, with longer black hair pulled back. "I found him, the names Tegan"
The Baron's scrawny advisor rolled his eyes, "He's clearly not one of the toughest if he's in that bad of a condition. As for the Baron, he's not taking any audiences. We had an incident earlier and he's really not in the mood. Leave now." He turned and began walking away.
Pete pushed himself off of Tegan, shambling forward, the advisor turned to halt his advance but Pete yelled out, "The King of Nippur has returned!" Shock and awe shot across all of the men's faces that were surrounding the display. Silence befell the room and once more a chill came across the hall, then strong foot steps came from the end of it.
"What?" The voice was stern and calm, no sound of alarm whatsoever. It was the voice of Baron Deathchew. Tegan, the advisor and the other men around Pete quickly dispersed creating distance between them.
"M... mm... mmy eyes... my friend... my men... we were attacked and defeated by The King of.." before he could finish the Baron's large hand gripped Pete's throat and pulled him to the Baron's face, an inch apart.
"King of what!? Do you speak of the FALSE King!? For there is only One King your feeble mind should recognize. Am I mistaken, PT-313? Or Pete as you call yourself now..." The Baron gripped slightly tighter, the others winced as if they were about to witness a grape pop.
Struggling to speak Pete coughed out, "Apologies! You're my King!"
"When you deserted your EMPEROR and sought refuge... Who took you in!?" The Baron yelled.
"You my King!" Still struggling.
"Who protected you from your pursuers? Who clothed you? Who should you the way to feed upon the weak? Who made you strong? Who guided you!?" The Baron loosening his grip slowly.
"You Baron Deathchew!" Pete fell to the ground, on his hands and knees coughing up blood. The Baron turned around and crossed his hands behind his back.
"Good. I'm glad you remember that much. So you say the False King... Gilgamesh... still walks the Dunes. I was informed he had been banished by the conjoined forces of the robot boy, Protoman and the mouse warrior Mickey..."
"He told me... 'That the true King of the Dunes had returned and that there was no chains in Hell that could hold him'... or so he said to me." Pete winced as if to feel a blow come from the Baron. Instead he heard a snicker come from the Baron.
"That so? Fine... tell me PT-313. When you said he took your men, you didn't by chance mean Gulten and Zigfree did you?" The Baron asked curiously, turning his head over his shoulder.
Pete hesitated to answer, "... My King, when we ambushed him we had no idea who he really was... Gulten and Zigfree almost had him but... he killed them both..." He lowered his head apologetically.
"Hmm..." The Baron rubbed his chin, turning and leaning over to place his hand under Pete's chin to raise it slightly. "He took your eyes to send you back to me blind... but when you left here you had them... which leads me to believe that you were not blind prior to your departure. Which would mean that you clearly could see that Gulten... Zigfree... the other two and even YOU are MY MEN." Pete tried to utter something but the Baron quickly cut him off. "Shh, shh, shhhhh... Gulten, Zigfree and yourself were three of my strongest and most promising men. I allowed three leaders of this clan to venture off together, at the request of... who was it? Oh, that's right. You... PT-313."
"B...b...Baron... I'm so sorry..." A sniffle came from the nose of Pete. The Baron furrowed his brow, cocking his head slightly as if to get a better listen to Pete.
"Am I mistaken or... are you crying? I just find it hard to tell, seeing as though you have no eyes. But I could have sworn you let out a whimper." The Baron stood straight up.
"Save me... spare me... Baron... my King... as you once had..." Pete reached out his hand in offering.
The Baron nodded, "Of course... PETE... I'll tell you what. If you kiss my boot, I will forgive you. Show me that your lack of eyes has not blinded you from the radiance that is your gracious and powerful leader. Do this and I will SAVE you." Pete shook as he stretched out his neck, lips pursed, praying with all of his being that he would land on the Baron's foot. As he did this though, the Baron raised his leg bringing his knee nearly to his chest and a second before Pete's lips touched the ground where the Baron's boot had been... Deathchew drove his heel into the back of Pete's skull and smashed through it leaving even a small crater in the ground. Pete's body flailed for only a moment until it lay lifeless. "Clean up this mess the way a true Clansman would." Gesturing to the men in the hall, at which point they all began hording over Pete and tearing into his carcass. "Tegan was it?" Tegan stood straight and nodded almost saluting. "Take some of MY men and find anyone who knows anything about the return of the FALSE KING." Tegan nodded and ran out of the hall. The Baron clenched his fists, "I will feast on the flesh of Gods."
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You can attack me, doesn't mean I won't High Tail It! HA!
You can attack me, doesn't mean I won't High Tail It! HA!