The town of Dirt...
The soldiers bolted past their master as they hurried off to their jobs. Blor, in Jake's body, grinned down at his scared little mortal soldiers as he loomed over them. His head came up near the thatched rooftops of the town buildings as he slithered down the street. The morning sun came up from the mountains behind Blor, but was unable to stretch its' rays past the thick dark clouds to him.
Blor grinned to himself as he slithered down the street. Suddenly, Blor's eyes narrowed when he heard a clang behind him. He turned his head and stared down at the metal gatling gun that represented the end of Jake's tail.
He gave it a shake. A couple bullets rattled inside. Blor frowned a bit.
"How doesss Jake sssstand thisss thing?" he muttered to himself as he stared at it. He sighed and lowered the tail down. He turned his head over to the outskirts of the town, out to the never ending desert. He frowned a bit from the extended time of waiting for the group of soldiers he had sent out to find Banshee and Kinski. How long did it take to retrieve two mortals?
Suddenly, a strange sound interrupted his thoughts. He tuned his head to the entrance of the underground mines. He frowned a bit and slithered over. He stopped at the mine's dumbwaiter. A soldier stood guard. "
What'sss going on down there?" Blor asked the soldier. The soldier averted his eyes, but answered his leader. "I have n-no idea, sir...b-but the men down below h-have it all under-" Kaboom! A loud explosion interrupted the soldier from underneath his feet.
"...control..." finished the soldier. Blor frowned. Suddenly, the sound of grinding gears and screeching chains was heard. The mine's elevator was coming up. Blor and the soldier watched as the elevator finally appeared with a handful of soldiers and chained citizens. Suddenly, dark cloud of dust formed around the elevator and continued to rise from below. The creatures tumbled out of the elevator, covered in a thin layer of dirt and dust and were coughing. Blor bared is teeth in frustration as he watched the small group file out of the elevator.
Blor bared his teeth angrily. Something was going on down there, and he needed to fix it before it got more out of control.
"Sssend me down there! Now!" he snarled angrily to the soldier in charge of the elevator. The soldier flinched in fear and turned to the lever behind him. Blor slithered into the elevator and coiled himself snugly into the wooden box. The soldier pushed the lever down. The sound of grinding gears and screeching chains was heard as Blor descended down to the mines beneath the town.
The wooden box began to groan and creak from Blor's/Jake's body. The box was only meant to hold about ten to fifteen creatures, not a huge demon in a predator's body that made it weigh to over fifty creatures. The boards began to crack and splinter, but was able to hold to the end. When the elevator screeched to a stop, Blor slithered out and scanned the scene.
In the mines, with its' tunnels connecting and combining into the aquifer's tunnels, were pith black. The only light came from the little hunks of white wax from the lanterns which hung above and in the wedges of the rocks. Blor winced at the fain glowing lights. He hated light. He was born in darkness. Peaceful darkness...
Blor slithered forward. As he did, the lights in the lanterns were snuffed out by an invisible force. As he made his way down the narrow tunnel, the lanterns seemed to get more and more brighter. Blor cursed under his breath as he winced from the blinding light.
His sensitive eyes began to relax as the invisible force caught up with him and snuffed out all the candles, leaving only a few to glow a dull faint glow. The tunnel opened up into a huge room like area. Across the way, was another tunnel, except this one was bigger, and held all the chained up slaved citizens.
The atmosphere was thick with the aftermath of the explosion. A lot of chained citizens were still filing out of the tunnel, covered in layers of dust and were coughing up a storm. Over the coughing and murmurs of the crowd, a woman screamed for her child. "Petunia! Petunia! Where's my baby?!" she screamed as she fought against the soldiers, keeping her from breaking away from the crowd of chained citizens in order to find her daughter.
A couple soldiers were still inside with a couple other citizens. The soldiers' shouts and curses echoed in the tunnels of the mines. Blor slighted forward. The citizens low chat stopped dead and gasped at the sight of Blor in Jake's body. They quickly moved to the farthest edges of the tunnels from him.
Their fear made Blor grin with pleasure. He took in a deep breath of their fear and exhaled. He loved their fear. It was strong. Blor entered into the thickest part of where the explosion occurred and stopped.
Inside, there was overturned mine carts with chunks of rocks tumbling out. A couple lanterns were knocked from their places and broken. Pieces of shattered glass surrounded their lantern bodies. The atmosphere was thick with dust, but Blor was able to see. Right there in front of him, he found the culprit. A little rodent girl around the age of five. Petunia.
"Mommy! mommy!" she screamed and began to cry as the soldiers grabbed her arms and roughly pulled her up to her feet. "Let her go! She only a child!" yelled an elderly rodent as he came up to the soldiers with his chains rattling softly along the ground. The soldiers ignored Gerald as they continued to pull Petunia away.
The old rodent narrowed his eyes. With that, he used the extra length of chains that bound his wrists as a weapon, and smacked the nearest soldier with them. The soldier screamed in pain from the impact of the metal chain and let go of Petunia. Petunia began to bolt from the soldiers as Gerald attacked the soldiers.
Petunia ran, but then stopped and screamed in horror as she faced the huge snake, looming over her. Gerald stopped and turned to Petunia. His old eyes trailed up the snakes body, and met with the to, cold glowing eyes. Suddenly, he felt a couple of hands grab him roughly and shoved him down to his knees.
Blor lowered his head down to Petunia and grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth.
"What a sssweet little girl..." he said as he nudged his nose against her softly. Petunia froze in her tracks and began to breathe heavily. Her tears rolled down her face as the demon in Jake's body coiled around her.
"Th-that sweet little girl n-nearly blew this whole place up," stuttered a soldier. Blor turned his head to the soldier, then back to Petunia. Petunia was crying harder. "I-it w-was an accident...I-I didnt m-m-mean-" stuttered Petunia as she tried to talk over her crying and her fear.
Blor shushed the girl softly and ran the tip of the gatling gun tail lightly over her short black hair. Smoothing the loose strands of hair out of her eyes. Petunia continued to cry, she was so scared.
"Leave her alone you monster!" yelled a foreign voice. Blor turned his head over to where the soldiers were. One soldier trembled and pointed to Gerald, who was glaring at Blor. Blor stared at the old rodent. With that, he uncoiled himself from the trembling little girl and made his way over to the soldiers and Gerald.
He loomed over Gerald.
"Releasse him," commanded Blor. The soldiers did as they were told and moved away from Gerald and made their way around their master, and out of the tunnel. Blor coiled and uncoiled as he stared down at the old rodent.
"Monsster? Isss that what you called me, sssslave?" he asked Gerald. Gerald slowly got to his feet and bravely glared back at the demon. "Yes, I did. You dont frighten me," he said. Blor's expression changed. His eyes narrowed. Gerald was telling the truth, Blor couldn't feel one lick of fear inside the old man. Blor hissed and bared his teeth at the old man as he brought his head forward to Gerald.
"What make's you have the gutsss to say that to my face, ssslave?!" snarled Blor. Gerald didnt flinch as he stared down Blor. "You going to lose in end," said Gerald. Blor stopped baring his teeth. Gerald continued. "Evil never wins. We never fail. You will lose in end, monster," said Gerald sharply. Blor moved his head back a bit. He coiled and uncoiled as he stared at Gerald.
"Iss that ssso...? Well we'll sssee about that, ssslave..." With that, Blor lifted the end of the gatling gun and aimed it straight at Gerald's chest. "No!" screamed Petunia, but was stopped when Blor shifted his coils, blocking her way. Gerald calmly stared down at the gun. Behind Blor, he could hear the townspeople, and his market trader friends screaming and crying and struggling in the soldiers' arms. They didnt want him to die...
Gerald blinked back a couple tears and sighed. He was getting too old for this kind of stuff anyway...but, he did have a good run, and got to meet a lot of wonderful people and got to help out in the battle when the Rebels rose against Bill. Gerald took a deep breath and straightened up as he lifted his head up to Blor. With that, he pulled out a rectangle piece of material made of silk and held it up high. On the smooth, shiny gold cloth was Banshee's symbol. The Rebel symbol.
"You will lose! Rebels will win!" he yelled, then had a big smile on his face. The citizens and Petunia stared past Blor and saw the symbol on the scrap of cloth in Gerald's furry hand. Blor roared with rage.
Bang!
"Noooo!" screamed Petunia, along with everyone else. Gerald's body fell backwards and he collapsed. A pool of blood began to from around the little old rodents body. Petunia's heart skipped a beat at the horrible scene and fell to her knees and began to bawl. The male citizens got out of hand and began to fight the soldiers who kept them from going anywhere. Blor stared down at the gatling gun and smirked.
"I'm ssstarting to like thisss thing," he said as he blew the smoke that was trailing out of the end. His eyes flickered down to the small, silk piece of cloth with the symbol on it. He lowered the gatling gun and used it to scoop up the piece of cloth. He lifted the piece of cloth up to his eyes and he stared down at it. The symbol looked so familiar...where did he- Blor blinked, then bared his teeth with rage. His yellow, black slitted eyes all the sudden began to turn into a deep dark angry red.
He curled the end of the tail around the piece of cloth and held it in a clenched way. Then he turned and slithered past Petunia and over to the brawl. "Sssstop!" he yelled over the fight. Instantly, everyone stopped. He glared down at everyone. "If anyone elssse wantsss to tell me that the ssso called Rebels will win, pleasssse...ssspeak up," he said sarcastically as he lifted the tail gun.
No one spoke.
Blor bared his teeth as his eyes flickered in colors of fire. "Good...becaussse...till the last days of your life, I dont want to hear anyone mention it to me!" he yelled. Then he calmed down and turned to Gerald's body. Petunia was next to his lifeless body, crying her eyes out. Then, Blor slowly turned his head back to the shaking crowd. "Or...you'll end up like your friend over there..."
With that, he lifted the scrap of cloth with the symbol drawn on it. "Sssstarting now...and to the end of thisss pathetic mortal planet'sss life...the Rebelsss are finissshed..." Blor crumpled the cloth into a ball and chucked it to the dirt ground. He lifted the gun and shot the scrap of cloth. He turned his head to everyone's face. Every citizens face was frozen in a state of horror, fear, and sadness. The red anger from Blor's eyes gradually faded away and went back to its normal glowing yellow. Blor straightened up and smirked as he loomed over the group.
"Get thessse slaves back to work," he ordered the soldiers. The soldiers silently herded the chained townspeople and market traders back to their places. Blor turned his head over to Petunia and the lifeless Gerald one last time, before smiling to himself and going back to the mine elevator and going back up to the surface...
...
Blor slithered out of the elevator and took a deep breath of fresh air. He grinned as he looked around the town. Just as he did, his eyes flickered up over to the entrance of the town. He saw a small group of roadrunners coming toward him. When they came closer to the town, Blor could see that it was the group of soldiers he had sent to find Banshee and Kinski. The soldiers slowed to a stop in front of their master.
From the looks on their faces, he could tell that they had failed, and were afraid of the punishment that was coming to them. Blor flicked out his forked tongue and glared down at the soldiers. "
Ssso, you found them...but you were unable to apprehend them...iss that right?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer to his own question.
The soldiers averted their eyes from their master. Their faces were bleeding and their suits were tattered and stained in blood and dirt. Blor bared his teeth a bit, but then sighed and shook his head. As he did, a small smile began to form on his face. He laughed softly.
You are more powerful then I thought...little Anera, thought Blor as he lifted his head and looked past the soldiers and to where the mountains were. The bright blue sky looked like it was fighting against the black clouds of darkness that hovered above the town.
Blor shifted his "borrowed" body in the hard packed cold dirt as he stared off toward the never ending desert. He turned back to the trembling soldiers.
"Go and get another group of sssoldiers to find Anera and Kinssski..." Blor ordered. The guards nodded and quickly dispersed.
Blor grinned as he turned to the horizon of the desert.
"I will find you...little Anera...no matter where you hide..." he whispered, then laughed softly.
With that, he turned over to the building that a mayor once worked inside and slithered across the street toward it. He used his nose to push the door open, and made his way up the stairs to the huge room. Pieces of glass was seen scattered everywhere from his talk with his experiment. Thinking back on that conversation made Blor chuckle softly to himself. He slowed to a stop and lifted his head up to the chained up figure near the wall.
Mr. Black was beaten and bruised from Blor's mortal soldiers when they forced him to cooperate. Mr. Black lifted up his head to Blor, who now controlled Jake's body. Mr. Black flinched at the sight of Blor's glowing eyes. Blor grinned, as he bared his fangs. "Hello, Mr. Black. We finally meet."
Mr. Black lowered his head and averted his eyes, which hid behind the cracked lenses of his goggles.
Blor slithered closer to the trembling beaten spider and lowered his down in front of him. "Now that we are acquainted...I want sssomething of yourssss...ssomething that you created..."
Apologies for killing off Gerald, but he was a great character, and died for his and everyone elses freedom. He will be remembered, and never forgotten... The next chapter will be up soon...hopefully. I'm going to be busy this week, but I will continue this story :) So dont worry.