Pippah watched as her brother paced the room, cursing silently. She sat on her blanket in the corner shivering, the night's cold rattling her bones. But that wasn't the only reason why she was scared of him. It was what he was about to do to her.
"How can you be so stupid Pip?" he asked her. She looked at the floor ashamed. "In all your years here, you couldn't do any good for yourself? So you became a little thief. And you decide to get caught now? During the Pilgrim's Bounty?" his tone raising after each word.
"I'm sorry!" she yelled desperately, but it wasn't enough to stop his wrath. He unleashed his magic as a searing pain enveloped her skull. She began to scream, but she knew that this was only the beginning.
"You do realize that Azeroth is shattered? We were just on the brink of destruction. All that everyone has ever known was almost lost. Supplies are almost non existent, farms were destroyed leaving us with barely any food, the creatures of this world have been ravaged." He let out a sigh. His voice grew even colder in his next words. "And you get caught stealing from the Pilgrim's Bounty...". The pain increaced in Pippah's skull. "Garrosh worked hard to make this year a great feast, knowing it would boost morale. And you desecrate his actions." She was now in pure agony and torture. She looked up at her brother only to see 5 different versions of him looking at her, each with a malicious look.
"Please Bled... AH!" she begged.
"You. Are. Filth" he simply replied as he cast his last spell. Pippah's world grew dark around her as she passed out, her frail body could no longer contain the agony. Bled straightened his armor. Being a member of the Argent Crusade he had to look his best for the guard coming to get her. Normally an offence like stealing would be barely punishable, but things have changed; they were coming to take her away. Bled just returned from Northrend, proving to be a key member in the destruction of the Lich King. Though he was not in the final confrontation, he was one of the combatants who pushed forward to the Citadel's gates, providing many victorious strategies. He returned home a hero, only to find his sister had become vermin, a disgrace to his hard earned reputation. He heard a knock on the door of his sister's pathetic hut, he crossed the room and opened it.
"Lok'tar elf." said the grunt at the door.
"Blood and honour." Bled replied, being courteous with his Orgrimmar customs.
"Where is the girl?" He spat.
"She is in the corner. I apologize for any inconvenience for her being unconcious. Her weak mind couldn't handle my power." Bled gloated.
"Hmm. No difference, following orders." the orc said as he crossed to room to easily pick up Pippah's limp form. "I also have orders for you. You are to report to the Warchief."
"Very well, I shall meet him right now. But first may I ask for once last act towards my sister?" Bled asked the guard.
The orc smiled, smelling the bloodlust in the air. "Indeed you can." Bled crossed the room and looked at his helpless sister. She looked peaceful sleeping, some may even call her beautiful. He placed his finger to her cheek, and with his nail, dug a deep gash down her face.
"Farewell, vermin." he spat. The orc smiled and admired the elf as he left the hut. He was about to step out himself, but when he reached the door he realized he had a pretty blood elf in his hands, and she was unconscious. A smile crossed his face at the realization of the many things he can do to her.
