Author's Notes: I own nothing except Klaxon, Crater, and Rift.
Nasuada, Corvo's design and Wala belong to HKGhost.
Chapter 4
Two Weeks Later; Royal Security Sector of Prison...
"Almost...got it...*gets finger shocked*...AGH! Stupid piece of shit! This ain't no job for me man!" came a voice of Jackal...and too close for comfort.
Rift's eyes shot open and he saw a Jackal kneeling by him and he reacted by grabbing the Jackal by the throat and lifting him off the ground as he sat up.
"{Choked}Hey...calm down kid...gak...we ain't here to harm ya..." said the Jackal trying to pry Rift's fingers off his throat but to no avail. The Jackal was apparently a slave judging by his torn up rags and mangy look. His eyes were a sky blue while his fur was a dirty tan.
"Put the kid down, he speaks the truth." said another nearby Jackal, this one a gladiator judging by his leather armor and Scimitar strapped to his belt. His fur was mostly grey with some hints of brown in it and his eyes were a hazel color. The numerous scars marking his face signified he was a veteran gladiator.
Rift glances at both with disbelieving eyes.
"{Choked}Don't...believe us? Try removing...the collar." said the Jackal Rift was currently choking.
With his free hand, Rift got three of his claws to grasp the collar and he pulled expecting a shock yet nothing happened. Without a second thought, the white-scaled dragon ripped the collar off and threw it aside. He then looked at the Jackal he was choking and slowly lowered him to the ground and then released his grasp on the Jackal's neck who instantly took in a big gulp of air.
"See? Told you. We ain't here to harm ya. Name's Mtumwa." said the Jackal Slave calmly.
"Rift. Him?" said Rift pointing towards the gladiator.
"He's called 'Doc', his real name isn't wise to say." said Mtumwa.
"Why?"
"Talk to him about it."
"Okay. Why's he called 'Doc'?"
"He surgically dismembers his enemies with his scimitar."
Rift grimaced at the mental picture before he looked at the two suspiciously.
"How do I know I can trust you two?" said Rift crossing his arms.
"I'm old and a gladiator, I don't have much to live for." said Doc checking their surroundings with extreme caution.
"I'm a slave, a badly treated one at that. I get constantly whipped, beaten, and spit on everyday. I'd rather die by a sword through the heart than the torture I have to endure delivered by my 'masters'." said Mtumwa, spitting out the last word with venom.
"Fine, let's get out of here but if you guys are lying..." threatened Rift.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll kill us in the most gruesome way possible." said Mtumwa waving him off, "Come on! We need to get moving, now!"
The trio make their way through various corridors until they come to a massive reinforced steel door guarded by a lone Jackal who looked half asleep.
"How do we get pass him?" whispered Mtumwa leaning around the corner with Rift below him. Rift looked thoughtful before a sinister smirk formed on his face and he pulled out the grenade Klaxon gave him and he attached a piece of paper to the pin and rolled it towards the Jackal guard.
The guard shot awake from his slight nap upon hearing metal rolling on the ground and he looked around in alertness before he felt something tap his foot and he looked down to see a round metal canister and he picked up and read the paper attached to it.
"How to use a Grenade, idiot-style:
Step 1: Pull pin
Step 2: Throw pin and hold grenade"
The Jackal shrugs about the idiot part and pulls the pin and throws it away and holds onto the grenade.
"I don't get it." said the Jackal looking at the grenade in confusion.
*EXPLOSION!*
The three escapees look to see the guard's legs standing but the rest of him is obliterated.
"What the heck happened?!" said Mtumwa in shock.
"That's what happens when you don't throw the grenade." said Rift walking up to the steel door before he changed into Vortex and ripped the door off its hinges and put it to the side and then changed back to normal.
"You two coming?" said Rift looking over his shoulder.
The two quickly follow Rift out the door. After making their way out of the facility without a single problem, alarms go off throughout the prison and the trio make their way out of the city.
Two Days Later; Forest near Cyros...
Rift was wrestling with a dog-like creature that was trying to bite his face off yet he managed to break the creature's neck easily. (Please imagine that these creatures look like the ones from the "Predators" movie (Predator "3" I guess)
Rift looked around and watched as Doc easily dismembered the one attacking him and it fell to the ground in surgically cut pieces and the Jackal Gladiator sheathed his scimitar while Mtumwa struggled with the one attacking him. Rift sighed before he walked over punted the creature off the Jackal Slave, the dog-like animal whimpering as it flew into a tree, the impact silencing its cries of pain. Rift then helped Mtumwa to his feet.
"Why'd they have to send those things out?" said Mtumwa massaging his neck.
"You knew about them?" said Rift.
"They usually only send those blasted animals out when a high-profile prisoner escapes...oh..." said Mtumwa before their situation hit him like a ton of bricks, "Oh shit! If they sent those things out..."
He never got to finish his sentence as a bear-trap on a chain latched onto his back and began dragging him towards the heavy foliage nearby, Rift grabbing his arms and stopping him. Blood sprayed from Mtumwa's back as the weapon began ripping his flesh off his back, earning pained grunts from the Jackal.
"Kill me! Just kill me!" said Mtumwa as the pain began to get to him.
"Why?" said Rift using his foot to hold Mtumwa in place as he tried to get the bear-trap off the Jackal's back.
"This guy...they're rare...he'll torture me 'til I crack...torture worse than anything I've ever endured before...just put me out of my misery!"
Another bear-trap then latched onto his tail, and another latched onto his left leg, the screams of pain getting to Rift as he had purple lightning engulf his hand.
"Do it! DO IT!" screamed Mtumwa as two more bear-traps latched onto him.
Rift slammed his electrified fist into the slave's heart, silencing the Jackal for good before he lifted his foot off the Jackal's corpse and watched as it disappeared. Rift began trembling in anger before he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked to see Doc.
"We need to go." said the gladiator Jackal, emotions running through his eyes like crazy.
Rift reluctantly nods and the two leave the area, heading for-hopefully-safety...but instead...more trouble.
END CHAPTER
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Mtumwa is Swahili for "Slave".
Doc's real name will NOT be revealed on account that I'd rather not write it.
