CHAPTER 2
how long had it been....? A twisting yawn stretched the Executioners tentacles, spreading till the tendons bunched and rippled under the rough, yellowish skin. the scar-like tattoos ringing the upper parts of his tentacles stretched painfully, tugging at his face as he wilted in his chair, his eyes dark red and sullen. Hands hanging over the armrests in weary defeat, he paused.... glancing around the room in a small, furtive gesture, he surveyed his surroundings, wary, cautious.... he sees nothing. satisfied at the empty surroundings, he pauses, tempted.... it had been what- four days since he had been able to sleep? he had gone longer than that before.... but it was so tempting.... inadvertently he leaned back, felt his eyelids begin to droop....
*Awaken. Now*
The sound was less a voice, more of an audible calamity, a cacophonous riot of mind tearing noise only he could hear.... a whisper so harsh it gripped him in fingers of mind numbing agony, even as he snapped awake, eyes wide and tentacles spread in sudden shock. Twisting instinctively to look for a figure he knew wasn't there, he gaped stupidly for a few moments, still grasping at the retreating shreds of his few precious moments sleep he had somehow managed to garner. cautious, his voice floated out in a light, low hiss." Is there.... a problem lord?" he winced as the soft words stabbed into his head once again, condescending and coldly, inevitably cruel.
*A problem. A problem? Yes. Yes- indeed.*
No more words were offered. The Executioner sighed. It didn't look like it was going to go easy.... Mustering up his ego, he suppressed it in determination and, in a gesture he hated with a passion, bowed his head.
"Forgive me lord."
The voice waited, agony even in silence. the agony was always there, usually in the form of a pounding headache that had plagued him for the 90 some odd years he had lived since his.... induction. Feeling a tremulous vein of alien amusement, he gritted his teeth.... it was not going to be a good night at all. He sighed again, disgusted with this old, enraging game. "Forgive me lord for taking a time that was not my own, for resting without your esteemed permission it was wrong you who give me so much I who am so little in your esteemed glory-"
The voice hit with the force of a blow, the annoyed disgust and contempt beating harshly at his head.
*you know of my opinions, sharing them all in your minuscule head. you owe me more than you could ever pay. do not seek to disappoint me again....* Grasping his aching head, he hissed out the words, snarling. "Yes my lord. All the world to you my lord. Power to the Possessor...."
He could feel the sneer. the pain left, as much as it was going to, fading till it was barely that of the old, familiar stabbing headache once again.
The light was out. Apparently burned out in the Odd's presence, the Executioner wasn't fooled. The alarms hadn't gone off. The light had been deliberate, to leave him in darkness, the temptation of sleep that much more of a torture for him. the odd and his games....
sighing, he leaned back, the chair protesting beneath him in the darkness.... it was going to be a long night....
---
Stay in your Odd damned room.... Glowering in the darkness, the red, glowing eyes narrowed in hate. Bastard glukkon. he could snap the damn fool's minuscule neck with a gesture, tear the life-force from the body and julienne it before the ignorant idiot's dying eyes.... a warning tremble sent an ache through his temples and he quieted, brooding and sullen. not the time to get angry now. he just had to relax.... he might not be able to sleep, but he could rest.... he had been doing that so much recently....
wait. HE couldn't replace the light.... but someone else....
A smirk alighting on his features, he paused, his tentacles spreading in a grin. raising his head, he sucked in a deep breath, and suddenly barked forth in a shouting roar:
"ROACH! GET IN HERE! NOW!!"
one two three.... The door shook, the sound of hard impact marking the arrival of the summonee. it did not open, but shook another time. he could just imagine the other figure abusing the door in his inevitable, mindless frustration.... so delightful.
Fully cheered up now, the Executioner leaned back, his tentacles caught in a grin as the door opened, swinging back hard and slamming brutally off the back wall. silhouetted in the ugly orange light, the figure of another slig stood, his powerful frame slumped and his every muscle tight and strained. heaving irately, the figure whipped around, fixing him with an eye slitted in the most smoldering of hate.
"What. Do. You. Want. Now?" Hissing maliciously, the figure leaned towards him, shaking. He held his eyes, unflinching, and let his grin widen. The figure, almost swooning in rage, hissed out the word, barely discernible.
"....sir?"
"That's better.... I need your help for a bit...." his grin, he knew, must be infuriating. it was, he noted, as the figure seethed impotently, waiting for him to continue. "I need you to replace a light bulb for me."
"....That's it??"
"That's it...."
As the figure lurched off, hissing obscenities, he leaned back, thoroughly enjoying himself. perhaps it wasn't going to be quite so bad a night after all....
how long had it been....? A twisting yawn stretched the Executioners tentacles, spreading till the tendons bunched and rippled under the rough, yellowish skin. the scar-like tattoos ringing the upper parts of his tentacles stretched painfully, tugging at his face as he wilted in his chair, his eyes dark red and sullen. Hands hanging over the armrests in weary defeat, he paused.... glancing around the room in a small, furtive gesture, he surveyed his surroundings, wary, cautious.... he sees nothing. satisfied at the empty surroundings, he pauses, tempted.... it had been what- four days since he had been able to sleep? he had gone longer than that before.... but it was so tempting.... inadvertently he leaned back, felt his eyelids begin to droop....
*Awaken. Now*
The sound was less a voice, more of an audible calamity, a cacophonous riot of mind tearing noise only he could hear.... a whisper so harsh it gripped him in fingers of mind numbing agony, even as he snapped awake, eyes wide and tentacles spread in sudden shock. Twisting instinctively to look for a figure he knew wasn't there, he gaped stupidly for a few moments, still grasping at the retreating shreds of his few precious moments sleep he had somehow managed to garner. cautious, his voice floated out in a light, low hiss." Is there.... a problem lord?" he winced as the soft words stabbed into his head once again, condescending and coldly, inevitably cruel.
*A problem. A problem? Yes. Yes- indeed.*
No more words were offered. The Executioner sighed. It didn't look like it was going to go easy.... Mustering up his ego, he suppressed it in determination and, in a gesture he hated with a passion, bowed his head.
"Forgive me lord."
The voice waited, agony even in silence. the agony was always there, usually in the form of a pounding headache that had plagued him for the 90 some odd years he had lived since his.... induction. Feeling a tremulous vein of alien amusement, he gritted his teeth.... it was not going to be a good night at all. He sighed again, disgusted with this old, enraging game. "Forgive me lord for taking a time that was not my own, for resting without your esteemed permission it was wrong you who give me so much I who am so little in your esteemed glory-"
The voice hit with the force of a blow, the annoyed disgust and contempt beating harshly at his head.
*you know of my opinions, sharing them all in your minuscule head. you owe me more than you could ever pay. do not seek to disappoint me again....* Grasping his aching head, he hissed out the words, snarling. "Yes my lord. All the world to you my lord. Power to the Possessor...."
He could feel the sneer. the pain left, as much as it was going to, fading till it was barely that of the old, familiar stabbing headache once again.
The light was out. Apparently burned out in the Odd's presence, the Executioner wasn't fooled. The alarms hadn't gone off. The light had been deliberate, to leave him in darkness, the temptation of sleep that much more of a torture for him. the odd and his games....
sighing, he leaned back, the chair protesting beneath him in the darkness.... it was going to be a long night....
---
Stay in your Odd damned room.... Glowering in the darkness, the red, glowing eyes narrowed in hate. Bastard glukkon. he could snap the damn fool's minuscule neck with a gesture, tear the life-force from the body and julienne it before the ignorant idiot's dying eyes.... a warning tremble sent an ache through his temples and he quieted, brooding and sullen. not the time to get angry now. he just had to relax.... he might not be able to sleep, but he could rest.... he had been doing that so much recently....
wait. HE couldn't replace the light.... but someone else....
A smirk alighting on his features, he paused, his tentacles spreading in a grin. raising his head, he sucked in a deep breath, and suddenly barked forth in a shouting roar:
"ROACH! GET IN HERE! NOW!!"
one two three.... The door shook, the sound of hard impact marking the arrival of the summonee. it did not open, but shook another time. he could just imagine the other figure abusing the door in his inevitable, mindless frustration.... so delightful.
Fully cheered up now, the Executioner leaned back, his tentacles caught in a grin as the door opened, swinging back hard and slamming brutally off the back wall. silhouetted in the ugly orange light, the figure of another slig stood, his powerful frame slumped and his every muscle tight and strained. heaving irately, the figure whipped around, fixing him with an eye slitted in the most smoldering of hate.
"What. Do. You. Want. Now?" Hissing maliciously, the figure leaned towards him, shaking. He held his eyes, unflinching, and let his grin widen. The figure, almost swooning in rage, hissed out the word, barely discernible.
"....sir?"
"That's better.... I need your help for a bit...." his grin, he knew, must be infuriating. it was, he noted, as the figure seethed impotently, waiting for him to continue. "I need you to replace a light bulb for me."
"....That's it??"
"That's it...."
As the figure lurched off, hissing obscenities, he leaned back, thoroughly enjoying himself. perhaps it wasn't going to be quite so bad a night after all....
