06-09-2017, 02:06 AM
Quote:Enter Deon, Leo's twin brother.It had been hours since Ban, Joric and Leon had checked in. Leaning against the gate all day and watching the shadows elongate had become boring. "Common, guys... If you found nothing, the rules are you check in every five hours." The words were to no one specifically. The slightest breeze carried them off to the uncaring ears of wildlife. The same damn squirrels he had been watching almost all damn day.
The leather-clad Deon practically throws himself to his feet. "That's it." Fed up with waiting, he storms through the gate and into the nexus. Despite having been watching the bright sky, the white of everything here still felt like it blinded him. Squinting, he took off at a casual jog to the fountain. "Good for nothing louts, probably sleeping on the job or swimming in that damn fountain again!"
Deon ran for a bit. Walked for a bit. Ran for a bit longer. The time it took to make it to the fountain was spent cursing the lazy men his that had teamed up with his brother on this job. That Joric especially, the lazy loaf of lard could hardly stand a hard day's work without whining like a little milk drinker.
Something stopped him as he approached. There was too much color in one spot - and the particular color left a sickening sensation bubbling in his gut. He could see in the distance now a pool of blood and two bodies laying in the center of it. "Oh no... No no... Nonononono..." His pace quickened to a full sprint.
The two bodies became clear as he closed in the distance. "FUCK! LEO!" His leather soled shoes slip not two steps into the puddle of blood, leaving him slipping to his rear beside the lanky corpse. His brother's jacket was clear as day, customized with that odd green trim he liked so much. Even with the heavy mallet flattening his skull, Deon knew this to be his twin brother.
Covered in blood, Deon yanked the club from the crushed skull and tossed it to the side. As the metal plated club clatters across the ground, he notices that its owner is not among the corpses. "JORIC! THAT FAT FUCKING BASTARD!" His breaths were ragged from the run and more so from the weight crushing down on him. "Leo! Come on man, wake up! Don't do this to me, man!"
There was no doubting that Leo was dead. His body was cold and stiff, and his head was caved in a good three inches. Deon had noted all of this, but he was not working on ration right now. "DAMNIT! Ban? BAN! BAN!" He turned to see Leo's team mate, the muscle bound oaf, laying on his back. There was a deep cut across his face and a second across his throat.
His breath caught in his throat. A cut? Ban had twin tonfa, blunted sticks, and Joric had a plated club. Leo was an archer, so...
The wave of realization set his blood to boil. He stood, darkened blood matting his clothing and staining his arms and face. His breath had calmed, each exhale coming as a growl more than air. Eyes of growing malice turned htis way and that before finding exactly what he was looking for. Tracks. Blood prints of two bodies walked away, one of Joric's fat feet, and the other a slimmer appearance of woven sandals, he would find in the village markets.
Someone was here. A Prime, no doubt. They lead off away from Camelot. From the angle, he would guess the Endless Dunes. "Where are you going, you rat bastard?" The words were snarled.
He would follow the prints, but first he kneels once more beside his brother. "I'm sorry, Leo... I'm sorry. We'll catch this bastard... I promise. If it's the last fucking thing I do... We'll make him pay."