The Greatest Bloodbath in the Galaxy Chapter 09
Sorry for the wait readers, been meaning to finish up this story for a while now but time got away from me. This fanfic only has three more chapters in it but don't worry, I promise they will be brilliant
BlueNeutrino: Thanks, I came up with the idea of the Talarians a while ago but only with story have I had a use for them.
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Chapter 09 Blood on Sand
It was midnight nearing on morning when the Doctor entered Spartacus's torch lit cell. Spartacus was still wide awake, sitting on his cot. He immediately got to his feet when the Doctor entered.
"Doctor the hour is late for training" said
"Got bored, wanted a chat" said the Doctor.
The Doctor strolled into the cell and leaned against the sandstone wall.
"What is on your mind that brings you to my cell at such an early hour" asked Spartacus?
"I'm curious" said the Doctor.
"Then voice your questions and see your curiosity satisfied" said Spartacus.
"I have travelled this world for... Let's say a really really long time and I've met people, the great, the good, the mad and the bad. People from Churchill to Van Gogh, people who are all just so alive, what makes you so alive" asked the Doctor earnestly?
Spartacus stared at the Doctor trying to gauge what the man was up to. The man was a Roman but Spartacus couldn't help but trust the Doctor. The man may have the body of a gangly youth but had the eyes of an old wise man. He didn't treat Spartacus like a slave or a gladiator but an equal which had ultimately earned Spartacus's respect and trust
"Once, in another life I was a free man living on mother Thrace, with beautiful wife and a glorious future. All were ripped from breast by Rome and the malice of one man. I fell so far and found myself here, in a Ludus, with the curse of blood and sand. That was another life, now I follow fate's path and it led me to become a god of the arena" explained Spartacus.
"You chose to accept fate just like that. You had everything taken from and you don't fight it" asked the Doctor quietly.
The Doctor was unable to understand why a man so alive would just give in and not continue to try and fight.
"I did fight it and nothing became of it. The winds blow and the seasons change. If the Gods want blood on the sands, they will receive it in the fucking cartloads. If are places were reversed would you not do the same" exclaimed Spartacus!
The Doctor crossed his arms and shook his head.
"No I would not just bow down. Never in all my lives have I given up or given in. If I had I'd have never left my home and no doubt be forced to many lifetimes of bowing and scraping to some dusty old bureaucrats" exclaimed the Doctor.
"But unlike you Doctor, I have not the luxury of your privilege nor your choice" accused Spartacus.
This pulled the Doctor up short. Spartacus was right, because unlike him the Champion of Capua didn't have a magic box to escape in.
"Your right, I suppose. Everyone has their own path with their own horrors to face. I just tend to think up crazy impossible plans and enact them in a clever way. I tend to forget that people aren't as clever-esque as I" stated the Doctor.
"Clever-esque" asked Spartacus confused.
The Doctor smiled.
"Yes, well it's a word that I just invented, it's a cool sounding word" said the Doctor.
Spartacus gave the Doctor a look.
"Alright it was Einstein who invented but I own fifty percent of the copyright" admitted the Doctor.
"Speak of strange things even for a Roman. Who are you" asked Spartacus?
The Doctor stopped, as if thinking about what answer to give.
"A mad man, whose just passing through" stated the Doctor.
The Doctor knocked on the door, and the Ludus guards opened the doors. The Doctor walked over to Spartacus and gave his arm a friendly punch.
"Break a leg tomorrow, well don't actually break a leg but good luck" offered the Doctor before walking out the cell door.
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Blockbuster finished his midnight feast leaving nothing on the long oak table but empty plates and the remains of a wild boar which had been stripped clean of fresh. Spike sat to his right enjoying a cup of Roman wine.
"Hi Boss, I finished negotiating with the TV people. They're going to pay us half a ton of Platinum to broadcast the match tomorrow. There placing mini-cams all over the Arena and they are planning to broadcast it to most of the known universe. There calling it, the Greatest Bloodbath in the Galaxy" said Spike.
Blockbuster who was picking his teeth with one of the boars bones, grunted in acknowledgement.
"When you cut off Spartacus's head do you wanted mounted on a pedal stool or on a spike" asked Spike.
"The pedal stool will do, I want to be able to savour my victory later" pronounced Blockbuster.
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The morning sun was rising over the Villa Batiatus, turning the sands in Ludus into gold. On the balcony of the Villa overlooking Ludus stood Batiatus. Behind him stood Ashur, a Syrian once Gladiator now an odd job slave. The man was stout with a full beard wearing clothes roughly woven from cheap wool. Ashur had been badly wounded in the Arena and still sported burns on his shoulder, an walked around with a limp. The Master and slave were discussing murder, the murder of the Doctor and his friends.
"The deed is done; I have hired the men you asked for. By the suns peak the Doctor and his friends will have had their throat slit in two. The men will never be drawn to you" reported Ashur.
Batiatus leant on the balconies railing staring down at prison carriage in front of his gates. Inside the carriage were his gladiators ready to be delivered to the Arena. The fight to the death in between Spartacus and Blockbuster today would be a match to remember. Not to mention being very profitable for Batiatus himself.
"See that it is done Ashur. Blood must be paid for their wrongs against my House" .