AN/ Pure crack story with a plot that I'm still think of. T'will have all Fable 2 favs. Even Chicken Chaser is in this story! Later…ish.
Disclaimer: I no own Fable, Fable 2 or any people in it.
Chapter one: On the way…
Bower Lake. A beautiful site against the morning sun. Everything bathed in a glimmering golden color.
I took a deep breath. The smell of water and the blood of the now dead Hobbes swarmed my senses. My friend joined my side.
"Quite the site, my friend." He says holstering his Black Dragon (a Clockwork Pistol).
My friend, Elimination is his name, looks nothing like a man from Albian. With his long, silky, midnight black hair and unnatural amber eyes. His marble white skin is littered with various cuts and bruises. His dark red sleeveless tunic now had mud on it (and blood too, but it's hard to see against a red shirt after all) along with his black pants and boots.
I can't say I'm from Albian either, but most can't tell that. With my sun bleached blond hair kept in a lose ponytail hanging over my shoulder. My bangs kept back by a pink bandana my beloved insisted I wear after out first wedding anniversary. My skin is perfectly tanned and seemed darker against my white (sleeves cut off) Highwaymen's coat and matching Explorer pants and boots. Though, not as white now due to several blood and mud stains.
I returned my attention to the dead Hobbes. Kicking one, a strange thought accrued to me. "How in the names of Avo's frilly undergarments were these ever once kids? It's taller than both of us and at least twice our size…" I glanced over to my friend whom had a single eyebrow raised.
"Avo's frilly undergarments?" He questioned. I waved him off, continuing on with my strange thought.
"Either my dearly beloved hubby's friend, Hannah, lost a horde of siblings… or these things have been festering like that cheese he dragged me all the way to the Heras' Guild to see."
"I don't want to know, do I?" Elimination sighed.
"Pro'ly not." I said looking from the scattered meat piles to the Gypsy Camp to Bowerstone in the far distance then back to the meat sacks. Another thought crossing my mind. "How many bleedin' kids do people lose? And why do they insist on breedin' like rabbits? Are they secretly trying to strengthen the Hobbe population for some idiotic world domination plot? Hm… Maybe they just like having a reason to summon my beloved out and about just to boss him around? Or maybe… It's both of these things?" I looked over to Elimination whom had his face buried in his hands. "What do you think mate?"
"I think you're descending into one of your paranoia driven bouts of conspiratorial created psychosis, and that you should cease and desist now and save us both a lot of trouble." He said with a heavy sigh.
"Desist? Why should I when there're people out there trying to turn us all into sex slaves and over throw the world?"
He looked at me through the spaces between his fingers. "Tell me we're not having another week of running around scaring old ladies and trying to recruit children again? Last time coasted a fair sum of gold so the guards wouldn't chase you down and jail you."
I stared at the ground (which is pro'ly out to get me as well) before realizing that the others didn't know. And my beloved was most certainly not becoming a sex slave for anyone but me!
"We gotta tell the others!" I shouted before t5aking off towards Bowerstone. It was where we were heading in the first place. Elimination's heavy footfall followed me. Why? So he could stop me aqnd tell the others himself? No! It's my discovery, I get to tell!
I was about to pick up the pace when I ran into something. My arse hit the ground with ba hard 'thunk' "Bleedin' 'ell. What I hit?" I looked up to see the Hero of Skill. "Blasted Pirate!" I yelled at him. "Watch where yer going!"
"Watch where I'm going?" H snorted. "If am not mistaken, and I am never wrong my dear, you ran into me. So you watch were you're going!"
Suddenly, I heard Elimination's footfall and remembered what it was I was running for. I shot up, "I don't have time for you! The Hobbes are gunna kill us all!" I yelled, turning to take off again. I ignored his shouts and was ready to take off again when Elimination appeared in front of me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hauled me over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" I yelled hitting his back. "Put. Me. Down!" I hit him a few more times, to no avail. With a heavy sigh, I let myself fall limp, mumbling curses under my breath.
"So sorry about him." Elimination said to the Pirate.
"Oh, it fine now…" The Pirate chuckled in a way I didn't like. "Any man whom can put an end to him is fine in my books. And you certainly are fine." He chuckled again. I swear I could hear his smirk. And I didn't like it.
"Pirate, what are you- GET YOUR HAND OFF MY ARSE!" I shouted feeling his hand on my arse. "Don't let him molest me Elimination!" I started to hit his back again, trying to free myself from his iron grasp.
"Why would I stop?" The Pirate laughed. "You know that I know how to please both women and," He paused and I felt my legs spread. "Men." He grabbed my clothed cock and gave it a good squeeze.
"Elimination! You bastard!" I yelled. "I'm married…" I pouted.
"Like that has ever stopped me." The Pirate said, giving me another squeeze.
"You must pay for what you've done." Elimination said simply.
"For running into him, I get molested?"
"Isn't better than being shot?"
"No!"
"Ya know, Reaver, normally I could care less whom you're molesting," A very familiar male voice rang out across the opening. My love! I searched out the man whom the voice belonged to. His blond gypsy hair fell over his pink (sleeveless ) noblemens coat. "But do stop molesting my husband."
"Oh Sparra! Save me from these loonies!" I said holding out my arms for him.
"I am not a lonny!" The Pirate yelled. But I paid him no mind as my love pulled me into his arms.
"Explain. Now." Sparrow demanded.
"My name is Elimination. And I've been sent by m'lord to fetch you, Scream (Me!) and the other three Heroes."
"Reaver?"
"You heard the hot man. I am, after all, the Hero of Skill. He needs me! So you cannot, dear Sparrow, kill me."
"Just a delay." I muttered. Sparrow gave me a chaste kiss before setting me down. I come up to chest.
"And after you are no longer needed…?" Sparrow questioned the Pirate.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there, now won't we?"
"Indeed. Now let's go. Hammer might be drunk off her arse by now and Garth is not sufficient enough to stop her."
We walked in silence, giving me time to inspect the Pirate. I noted that he wasn't wearing his I'm-better-than-you outfit. Instead he wore a black and red vest that matched his gloves and boots. A white shirt under it. His pants were a brownish color. His Dragonstomper was at his right hip and a Katana was on his left.
He noticed me staring and winked at me. I flicked him off and turned to look at my beloved.
Blond gypsy beaded hair did good yo cover his blue eyes. What ever his issue with pink was, I didn't know. Pink coat. Pink assassins pants with matching boots. Hell! He even managed to somehow dye his Master Longsword pink! Lest his Red Dragon is still the same way he got it. (Along with an unbelievable amount of dolls that look like him, Hannah, Garth, the Pirate, the witch woman and Lucien).
I looked to Elimination. "Traitor friend." I mumbled loud enough that he spun on his heels to face me, still walking backwords.
"Am I?" He chuckled. "I guess you forgot the small incident at the Westcliff docks?"
"I told you! T'wasn't me, it was that old lady!"
"An old lady is your excuse?" The Pirate laughed.
I went to say something back but suddenly I was in my loves arms. Faintly, I realized we were still walking. "T'wasn't me." I repeated as Sparrow bore his blue eyes into my amber eyes. He was searching, like always when people thought I was lying. He was very good at know if I was telling the truth or not.
He brought our faces close together. Lips brushing. I smirked, knowing he'd find nothing. Damn senile old lady. Where the hell did she even get a torch in the middle of a storm?
His lips on mine brought me back to now. Those soft velvet lips…
"He's telling the truth." Sparrrow sighed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head against his the point where his neck meets his shoulder.
Elimination said something, but I didn't pay attention. The world be damned with bit secret sex slaveing and world domination.
Then I remembered… The Hobbes!
AN/ Think the Hobbes thing is true? Cause if children really are Hobbes, then how many kids do the people of Ablian lose? Creepy…
So, any thoughts? Suggestions? I'm up for anything.