Well, I was supposed to have this up a couple of weeks ago- my friend started to nag me about it. XD I was busy with school- finals and such. Then, winter break started, and frankly I was too lazy to type this up. ;P So, sorry about that.
CHAPTER TWO:
Fenris sat in his rough bed, his head and back pressed up against the wall and his eyes closed tightly. He hated being in this mansion alone, everything held that man's scent and dark presence, it sickened Fenris. Dark memories clouded the stale air and flooded his mind, forcing him to relive the painful scenes of his life in Tevinter, the horrid existence of a slave.
His markings emanated a dull pain, a sensation he had grown familiar with to the point where most times he could not feel it. Yet, as he sat alone, he could feel it resonating throughout his whole body. He wanted to cry out, he wanted to curse the man who had brought this upon him, spit in his face and crush his pathetic heart.
A growl reverberated within his throat as he pictured Danarius' scoffing face, 'How dare he mock me!' He shoved his face in his hands and fought back the bitter tears that began to well up in his eyes. No matter how strong he thought he was or how brave he looked, there were always tears trying to push their way through yet the warrior would not allow it, he had never shed a single drop and he swore he would not begin now.
He quickly snapped his face from his hands and sent a glowing fist slamming into the pillow that was resting beside him. Even if he wasn't here, Danarius still managed to torture him. "Come and find me, 'Master'," He spat the title out like venom, "So we can finally end this."
A sharp knock sounded on the mansion door, pulling Fenris from his void of emotions.
"Hey, Broody!" A cheerful voice called from the other side of the door.
'Oh, it's just Hawke,' The elf thought with a slight sigh, not really in the mood for the always sanguine rogue, as he got up from his bed and began to walk down the stairs toward the front door.
Hawke knocked again before pushing open the mansion door, just to be faced with a gloomy looking Fenris. "Hey, Fenris," He greeted again lightheartedly with a smile, "You up to going on a mission?"
The warrior only grunted in reply as he heaved his great-sword up and strapped it on his back.
"Great, let's go!" He smiled again as he gave an encouraging pat on the elf's shoulder then proceeded to exit the house with Fenris in tow.
Fenris glared at the mage as the party walked the trails along the Wounded Coast . Hawke, as usual, brought the stupid abomination with them. 'When will he learn that "Anders" is not someone- nay, something- he can trust? Eventually, that mage will turn on all of us,' He allowed dark thoughts to creep into his mind as he let out a somber sigh.
"Oh, lighten up, Fenris. Don't be such a stick in the mud," The self proclaimed pirate captain giggled, which drew out another sigh from the elf.
Even the abomination had given a slight chuckle as he looked back at Fenris, he noted.
"What's so funny, Mage?" The elf growled, raging to pick a fight and let his anger out.
Anders quickly turned back, his shoulders slumped, "N-nothing," He stuttered.
"Hmpf," Fenris grunted in response accompained with rolling eyes then directed his attention to the scenery that he had perhaps seen a thousand times before.
'Something is wrong here, the abomination hasn't tried to fight with me in a few days - wait, what am I thinking? It almost sounds as if I am worried- No. I'm not.' He shook his head furiously, trying to remove the thoughts from his mind.
Silence fell upon the group once again and minutes passed before Hawke abruptly stopped in front of a large opening in the rock face.
"This is the cave we're looking for, I believe," The rogue stated as he peered in the dark hole. He motioned for the party to follow as he began descending into the depths of the cavern.
The mage stepped lightly on the damp, yet solid stone ground, looking around the massive, water formed vault wherein the twinge of danger clung in the air like static, forcing the troop to take a wary stance. Anders noticed the ceiling that towered over, harboring a light source of glowing crystallized worms.
'They're glowing as much as a certain broody elf I know,' he thought as he cupped his hands over his mouth in a vain attempt to stifle a chuckle. Peering out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Fenris' glowering glare. He quickly averted his gaze and retreated into his mind, almost missing the dark whisperings from the shadows ahead.
Hawke crouched down and pulled his body close to the wall, letting the darkness envelop him, then held out his hand to halt the party. He stalked further into the blackness, listening to the hushed voices while following the dim light of a built fire up ahead.
Shadows formed by the humanoid creatures stretched across the cavern only to be distorted by the columns of weathered rock. Stalactites and stalagmites protruded through the ceiling and ground almost like the maw of a giant rock beast. A cadence beat resounded through the room as droplets fell to the already moist ground.
Placing one quiet foot infront of the other, Hawke slowly inched closer, preparing for a preemptive strike. With sweaty palms, the rogue pulled out a hidden throwing blade he kept strapped to his belt then narrowed his eyes, picking out a suitable target the he could sink the hungry metal into.
A firey bolt flew from the darkness, just as the rogue was poised to strike, plummeting into the wall infront of him.
Hawke's throwing dagger dropped to the floor with a loud clang. "Shit!" He cursed as he jumped backwards and pulled his arms in front of his face, shielding his eyes from the bright sparks that engulfed the area.
Another bright blast spiraled towards him from another location, also barely missing the man.
"You're completely surrounded," A woman's voice chuckled as its owner stepped into the dim light, "You should just surrender right now. After all, I'd hate to waste such fine vessels for the demons." Blood began to rise from the fresh wound that she had inflicted upon herself, giving more power to the beast that dwelled inside.
So, next chapter, starting off with a fight scene. .o.
I was really debating whether I should go ahead with the fighting or not. But as you can see, I didn't. XD
Also, I honestly had a hard time writing this chapter. Really. I started with a Fenris POV, but it changes to a Anders POV.. which kinda turned to Hawke? XD I had some real writers block with this chapter, but my friend helped me out a lot with a couple of sentences to get me back on the right track ^_^
Anyway, I'll try not to be lazy and write the next chapter faster. Thanks for reading :D
