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Chapter 29: Problems
The creature leered at the bloodied, pointy-eared man-thing and the two fools helping it. The man-thing was theirs now. The Master's prey. The two man-things had reeked of magic, but the dark-head man-thing had come over. He had secured the man-thing!
Not quite on purpose, but he had.
But...did the Master want the man-thing? He certainly would not want the man-thing. It was a man-thing. How could it be useful?
Panic began to bloom across the creature's face. He had sent the Master the man-thing! If Master did not like the man-thing...but he was doomed now anyway...but Master must want the man-thing... Garbled thoughts swirled as he looked at the dreamy light-head man-thing and the dark-head man-thing he bore. The man-man was useless. But the man-thing! Useful...?
Master! Man-thing! Master! Man-thing! "Scout. Do not bring back anything...unsavoury." Was a man-thing unsavoury? The creature moaned as the man-things retreated beyond his sight.
Stupid man-thing! It was an accident!
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Lindir could see Erestor's eyes darting back and forth beneath his eyelids.
It was both more and less terrifying than his strange dreams.
He had a reason now, yes. A rather good one, to be honest.
But not a good one. Not a happy one.
That was what he wanted. A happy one.
As though that would ever happen.
His skin felt clammy all over; and warm, moist, humid, and all together revolting where Erestor rested. His arms and clothes had already been wet, but the fevered weight resting in his arms only allowed it to ferment. A stagnant chill ensconced the other areas of the elf. The fawn hair drooped at the awkward point between damp and sopping. It was neither dripping but silky smooth nor unobtrusive. Each strand clung individually, and the sensation crept along his skin. Lindir shuddered, repulsed.
The mist swept down, and laboured breathing and hesitant footsteps were all that survived.
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The creature melted into the granite, plummeting through layers and layers of different stone and the poisoned air of closed off tunnels as he barrelled towards his destination. The Master. Hopefully the Master would not ask about the scouting, and he could hide the man-thing…blame it on someone else.
As long as he did not leave again, the man-thing should dawdle long enough to remove the blame from him.
Stupid idiot man-thing!
The creature trickled down the stone walls of his home before popping up again.
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The Man muttered, somewhat disgruntled, as he trailed behind the two strange being who had fished him out of the ash. It was just like an odd, otherworldly creature to leave him in the lurch.
…Well, not exactly, but they had tried, and they certainly were not trying to keep him with them.
It did not help that the only one he could talk to was the one with the problem. Again.
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Blankness swamped Erestor once again, though this time no dreams claimed him.
A world not of black, but of greys and whites and sickly reds.
The spectral walls were slashed full of gaping wounds edged in vermillion and ringed by seas of bleeding whites that petered into pale greys towards blacks. Vines of it the shade of spidersilk pinned him across a hole. The slinking white washed over his back, slopping over each inch of skin and seeping into wounds already present.
The tears cutting tracks through the viscous gunk were a brilliant crimson.
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A cackling sounding in a cave, terrible and grinding. Whimpers of fear came from legions of minions, or so it seemed as they echoed through the cavern. The laugh did not.
Once it sounded, and it did not come back.
From a shadow it sounded, the bearer swathed in darkness.
And the creatures were afeared, for the Master was pleased.
It boded not well for any should the Master be pleased…
AN: Gosh, this is bad. Jumpy and the like. I'm trying to explain enough that it makes more sense, but it's hard without giving everything away. Plus I'm not 100% certain myself; I've kinda just been going with this one, unplanned. I also bolted this out at once; I'm not really in the mood, but my little sister wasn't using her computer and I had to seize my chance. Sorry!
Thanks to Trich, Kai-Aala, and "Your own random stalker" for reviewing. Thanks to Trich for favouriting and to "Your own random stalker for favouriting and following…everything. Living up to your penname, I see.
Thanks for reading!
