Chapter Two: The Hatchling Xalternia
Jack awoke to the
screaming of his uncle on a morning just like every other day in the
small Yanille farm his family owned.
"Jack! Wake up you
lazy bastard, the sun rose over two hours ago and your fat ass is
still laying in that bed!"
The kid chucked the
piece of charcoal from his bedside table at the bald bearded man
standing just outside the doorway. The man walked over and shoved the
black chunk in the kid's mouth and slapped him across the face.
"No wonder your parents left to join the Ardougne cavalry unit,
who the hell would want to deal with a stuck up little bastard like
you?" the uncle shouted at the still laying down kid. "Now get up
and get those damn eggs, you aunt hasn't eaten today because of
your ass. Scat!"
At the speaking of the last words, the boy's bed flipped over, with its passenger still ignorantly clutching to the pillow and blankets. Jack scurried outside, pulling his flared trousers on over the expensive third age boxers he wore. Upon arriving at the chicken coop with most of himself dressed, he kicked a small hen sleeping in the late morning sun.
"It's your damn fault I have to get out of bed you stupid bird! What the hell are you stupid things good for anyways? You squat and drop some stupid terrible tasting white thing then just crow and get feathers all over the lawn. Which lame-ass god's idea was it to put you stupid things here anyways?"
The boy roughly shoved a few eggs into his unwashed hands, then took an axe in one hand and whacked the head off a nearby chicken that dared cross the kid's path. Behind it, an egg began to crack and a chick smashed the outer membrane. Jack grabbed the decapitated body of the innocent bird, and jumped over to the hatchling egg, and snatched it up in the other hand.
"See that you
dirty little hatchling? Tha' better be a lesson to you when you're
older." Jack spat, "Don' fuck with me or I'll do the same to
you as I did with your friend there."
He then proceeded to
drop the cracking egg, and squeezed the blood out of the lifeless
corpse of the former adult chicken, then bit into the raw meat and
spat it at the egg. He then remembered the breakfast eggs his Uncle
wanted, and ran off to the hut beside the chicken coop. A grin of
malice and happiness flooded the sharp face of the young boy when he
looked back to marvel in the damage he had done to the birds he
hated.
At last, a claw emerged from the dripping red egg, a beak, and finally the blood colored feathers of its body. The beak and claws shined and radiated a brilliant bright green glow that intensified as they hit the blood soaked earth below it. The chick did a quick hop dance, threw back its head, and then increased in size until it was approximately thrice the size of the family's prize cow. The light cast from the metallic crimson feathers played around in the sun, as the chicken checked that all was well with himself. He scraped a claw on the ground three times, lowered his head until the glowing deadly beak faced straight ahead, and then charged at the house.
Jack grabbed for the butter across the table and began slathering it on his toast. A firm withered hand smashed into his crumb covered face
"Where the hell are your manners boy!" His aunt yelled, "You weren't raised a heathen so don't pretend like you don't know. Saradomin help us!"
Jack slammed the butter knife into the mahogany table. "Screw Saradomin! He's such a poser, Bandos could kick his ass any day of the week so shut the hell up you old bag!"
"I will NOT have this sacrilege at my dinner table. You think you're so strong and smart don' cha'? Why don' you come here and fight me like a man instead of harassing old ladies?" the bald man shouted, "I'll knock some sense into that spoiled little ass of yours!"
"Le's go old
man!"
Jack then slid the iron dagger off the counter and into
his uncle's ribs. At that same moment, the wall burst towards them
and the entire presence of the large chicken filled the house. A deep
voice echoed outwards from the red and glowing lime beast.
"The time for
the reclamation of this land has come. Bow to your almighty ruler and
I shall leave you alone. Refuse and I crush your body until all that
is left is a pulp the color of my feathers."
"Ha, you
wish you stupid egg demon," Jack said as he ripped the dagger from
his uncle's chest, "you know what I'd rather do? Put this knife
in your damn heart, then chop off the heads of every chicken outside
then with the same axe remove yours and hang it above the fireplace.
You can keep the head of my uncle comp-"
Jack flew across the
room, his head impaled upon an expensive candle holder near the
fireplace. The chicken strolled across the room to rip the body off,
leaving only the bloody head with the same grin on his face he had
earlier. It jumped and perched atop the roof of the house, threw the
body towards the bank of the town, and then began inspection of his
feathers. The voice bellowed from the chicken and could be heard all
across Runescape.
"I am Xalternia, the last of the almighty
that once ruled this land. Your Gods are weak and their time is over.
Be warned, and return to the caves and fear that your race is known
for. I hunt those do the bidding of the weak Gods you praise. Death
is coming to Runescape."
