Justforkix: The Alternate endings- Ending 2: The Victory of Olaf
The Victory of Olaf
Justforkix gasped desperately for air, his lungs hurting from being deprived of it, and his throat hurt from the grip that had only a moment ago been blocking his air way. He pulled himself up with difficulty, gingerly holding a hand to his throat. The ringing sound of a sword being drawn sounded above him.
His eyes popped open at the sound. "Huh?" Fear gripped him as a cold blade touched his chin, forcefully lifting his head up to stare up at his assailant.
"So," Came Olaf's cold, dark voice. "Who's the champ now, huh?" He grinned. Lifting his foot he mercilessly kicked Justforkix in the chest, throwing him forcefully backwards onto the cold, hard ground. He landed with a thud on his back, cringing at the hard surface of impact. Justforkix scrambled backwards, away from the ominous shadow that loomed above him, flashing blade in hand.
Olaf chuckled darkly, and lifting his sword above his head like a snake preparing to strike it's fangs into it's prey, so Olaf tensed for the kill.
Asterix and Obelix raced towards the sound of the struggle, sliding to a halt at a ledge over looking the battle. Or defeat... whichever it was about to be.
"Hah! Over there!" Asterix pointed, the sight of the danger sending adrenaline rushes through him.
Justforkix shrank back helplessly, gazing up in horror at the blade aimed for his chest. A rumbling beneath him caught his ears. It took him a moment to realize what it was; A steam pocket beneath him was ready to burst. Looking up, he realized that the attacking viking was right above it. Justforkix threw himself to the side, just as a burst of boiling steam gushed up from the ground, blinding his attacker.
Olaf stumbled backwards with a grunt, dropping his sword with a clank. Justforkix saw the sword fall; he quickly got on his knees, scrambling for it. Olaf regained his footing, removing his hands from his stinging eyes. The viking looked up in surprise to see a trembling Justforkix standing before him, the cold sword tip at his throat.
Asterix grinned widely. "Our boy's really coming along." He looked up at Obelix who was equally as happy. "Come on Obelix, let's give him a hand."
Justforkix didn't know what to do. He just couldn't kill the man; yet he couldn't just stand there forever. He avoided looking in the vikings eyes, but he could still feeling them burning down at him.
Asterix and Obelix half-slid down the embankment down to where Justforkix was.
"Justforkix!" Asterix greeted.
Surprised, Justforkix looked up. Seeing his chance, Olaf moved his hand to his side, revealing a hidden knife, and quick as a flash, lunged it forward.
Justforkix gave a grunt of pain as the knife sliced through his mid-shoulder. Asterix and Obelix froze in horror. Justforkix's grip loosened and the sword clanked to the ground. After a moment of stunned silence, the young Gaul from Lithuania collapsed to the ground.
"Justforkix!" Asterix cried, running over and dropping to his knees beside the fallen Gaul. Obelix, with tears blinding his eyes, stomped up to the victorious viking, backhanding him; sending him flying far out of sight. Obelix turned, the scene before him broke his heart.
Asterix was kneeling on the ground, propping Justforkix's head on his lap; tears running down his cheek.
Justforkix was shaking at the touch and blood stained his clothes.
"Justforkix?" Asterix whispered. "Wake up."
Justforkix shifted slightly, moaning, then his eyes fluttered part-way open. They stared up at the smaller Gaul.
"Asterix?" Justforkix said hoarsely, barely audible.
"Yes. It's me. I'm here." Asterix replied, letting a small reassuring smile on his face.
"Asterix... I'm... I'm sorry... Obelix too... I don't h... hate you..." Justforkix struggled.
"I know, Justforkix. I know." A tear escaped his eye. He tried to hide it from the young Gaul. "Now, don't talk. Everything's going to be alright." He reassured.
"Asterix?"
"Yes?"
Justforkix looked up into Asterix's eyes and the little warrior felt his heart brake at his words. "When you s...see d... dad...Tell him I lo... love him..."
Asterix straitened, shaking his head feverishly. "No, no. You can tell him. When... when you see him." He stammered.
Justforkix closed his eyes, wincing, then looked up at Asterix again.
"T...Tell h...him f...for me..." His sentence faded as he went limp in Asterix's arms.
Asterix stared, frozen. He couldn't believe this. How could this happen? He closed his eyes tightly, tears pouring freely down his face.
Asterix lowered his head, burying his face in his hands, sobbing.
Ok. I feel just horrible... Unfortunately, I was challenged to do several of these for a reward, so...