05-28-2017, 01:30 PM
The silence extends uncomfortably. My grimace becomes a scowl.
“You’re trying my patience,” I snarl.
Still silent.
“I won’t repeat myself. This isn’t a chance you’ll ever have again.”
Still silent.
They say you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. In other words:
“Some people cannot be saved.”
I wouldn’t even bother using my powers to kill him. Except, I want to make this painful. I want this to be burned into his memory long after he dies and comes back. I want him to never forget what it was like to cross me.
I shock him until I can smell burnt flesh. Then I stop. I let him gasp and writhe around in the sand for a bit. His skin is pink like a deep sunburn, and his jacket smokes. I shock him again and the screams almost sound like they’re in relief; like he wants to die.
Then I get an idea.
“You there,” I call. “Hood-men!”
I can’t see anything. I curse under my breath.
“I know you’re still out there. Get over here, NOW!”
I finally see one of the little hooded creatures pop up from behind a dune, friends in tow. They scuttle over.
I twirl my staff expertly. Then I try something. It’s been a while since I could muster enough voltage, but it’s been gradually increasing. I channel a large amount of electricity into the Bo. I move the sparks through the metal, pushing the gold and shaping it to my desires. It’s difficult, but not too difficult.
After about twenty seconds, I manage to transform the Bo into a trident. It’s much longer than it would’ve taken outside of this illusion, but with some practice I should be able to make it quicker again.
“You.” I point it at the one with the most charring. He’s the one who tried to steal my staff before. At my gesture he flinches. Then a second later, he seems to understand. They’re cowards, but they’re not slow on the uptake.
He takes the trident.
“Now,” I point to the nearly-dead Shay. “Complete it.”
He hesitates. Only for a second, though. He moves over to Shay, who eyes the creature.
He turns the trident upside down. It’s over twice his height, and he’s not strong, but he holds it unsteadily. With a childlike thrust, he pushes it down and into Shay’s neck.
Shay gurgles. The trident isn’t all the way through. The creature has to pull it out, and stab again. I watch closely. He stabs down again, and leans into the trident, forcing it down and the blood up. After a few seconds, Shay ceases to move.
With some struggle, the creature removes the trident from Shay’s dead neck. He wipes the blood on Shay’s clothes before offering it to me. I take the trident back, whipping it sideways to remove the rest of the blood before transforming it back to its usual state. Only seven seconds this time. Not bad.
Then I look down at the creature. “You belong to me now, son.” I smile.
Now, where was I?
“You’re trying my patience,” I snarl.
Still silent.
“I won’t repeat myself. This isn’t a chance you’ll ever have again.”
Still silent.
They say you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. In other words:
“Some people cannot be saved.”
I wouldn’t even bother using my powers to kill him. Except, I want to make this painful. I want this to be burned into his memory long after he dies and comes back. I want him to never forget what it was like to cross me.
I shock him until I can smell burnt flesh. Then I stop. I let him gasp and writhe around in the sand for a bit. His skin is pink like a deep sunburn, and his jacket smokes. I shock him again and the screams almost sound like they’re in relief; like he wants to die.
Then I get an idea.
“You there,” I call. “Hood-men!”
I can’t see anything. I curse under my breath.
“I know you’re still out there. Get over here, NOW!”
I finally see one of the little hooded creatures pop up from behind a dune, friends in tow. They scuttle over.
I twirl my staff expertly. Then I try something. It’s been a while since I could muster enough voltage, but it’s been gradually increasing. I channel a large amount of electricity into the Bo. I move the sparks through the metal, pushing the gold and shaping it to my desires. It’s difficult, but not too difficult.
After about twenty seconds, I manage to transform the Bo into a trident. It’s much longer than it would’ve taken outside of this illusion, but with some practice I should be able to make it quicker again.
“You.” I point it at the one with the most charring. He’s the one who tried to steal my staff before. At my gesture he flinches. Then a second later, he seems to understand. They’re cowards, but they’re not slow on the uptake.
He takes the trident.
“Now,” I point to the nearly-dead Shay. “Complete it.”
He hesitates. Only for a second, though. He moves over to Shay, who eyes the creature.
He turns the trident upside down. It’s over twice his height, and he’s not strong, but he holds it unsteadily. With a childlike thrust, he pushes it down and into Shay’s neck.
Shay gurgles. The trident isn’t all the way through. The creature has to pull it out, and stab again. I watch closely. He stabs down again, and leans into the trident, forcing it down and the blood up. After a few seconds, Shay ceases to move.
With some struggle, the creature removes the trident from Shay’s dead neck. He wipes the blood on Shay’s clothes before offering it to me. I take the trident back, whipping it sideways to remove the rest of the blood before transforming it back to its usual state. Only seven seconds this time. Not bad.
Then I look down at the creature. “You belong to me now, son.” I smile.
Now, where was I?
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