Ch.50

Horrid Events to Come

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Isobel, Cedric, and Darius had to sprint in order to keep up with the young otter as he pushed and hopped his way over various shrubberies. Suddenly, Gad screeched to a halt as he pointed to the grassy floor below. "It's 'ere! This is where I found th' stuff!" He held out his paws to the hedgehog wife, forming them into a cup. "Can I 'ave my food now?"

Cedric examined the ground with a trained eye, getting on all fours. "That's odd. Grass isn't supposed to be red." Darius joined the mouse warrior on the ground, putting in his two cents. "Yeah…but it is when stained in blood wot! 'Tis blood, I'm certain of it."

"Och, looks like th' drunken mousey's gone an' injured 'imself," said Isobel as she finished closing up her traveling pack with Gad munching happily on a large slice of cheese. "Oh well, 'tis only a wee bit o' blood. Mayhap 'e stubbed 'is toe or somethin'."

"Ow!" The group looked to see the otter cub examining and rubbing his arm.

Isobel was the first one to Gad's aid. "Wot's wrong laddie?"

"I think a bug stung me," explained Gad as he showed the hedgehog his arm.

The Highlander hedgehog gave the otter cub's arm a closer look. "That don't look like a stinger." She plucked the tiny needle from Gad's arm. "Definitely not a bug sting." The otter swayed briefly before falling back on the ground, out like a light.

Cedric scratched his head in confusion. "That's odd. He was full of energy a minute ago. Young ones sure are strange."

"Thae wee lad didn't go tae sleep on 'is own," explained Isobel as she cradled the cub in her arms. "I think 'e's been drugged!" A yelp erupted from Darius as the hare hopped about on one paw.

"Bloody 'ell! I think that 'bug' just took a nip at me paw!" growled the irate hare as he tried to examine his paw.

"I didn't know bug stings could do that," replied the mouse in awe as he held the wobbling hare steady. After a few seconds, the hare went limp in his paws.

Isobel growled in frustration. "This ain't a bug ye idiot! We're under attack!"

Cedric drew his claymore, frowning disapprovingly. "Well that's unnecessary. There's no need for name-calling."

The hedgehog sighed in agitation. "Bless ye Cedric. Yer a kind soul, but ye can be a bit dim at times." She slapped a paw on her neck, yanking a tiny needle from it. "Dammit all tae Hellgates! Th' bastard got me!"

The mouse warrior shifted his gaze in all directions, searching trees, bushes, anyplace the source of the needles was coming from. "Who are you? Why are you doing this? It's not exactly nice." Noticing the swaying hedgehog, he slid into place in order to catch her. However, he forgot a well known fact about hedgehogs. As soon as Isobel landed in his paws, he was forced to drop her as her quills embedded into Cedric's paws.

"Ow, ow, ow! That's much more painful than I thought it would be!" shouted the mouse as he tried t remove the quills. The pain of the stinging quills made the needle in his neck seem painless as it lodged into him. His world began to spin, growing darker as if a storm cloud had begun to form. For some reason, he couldn't feel the lower half of his body, causing him to fall.

"I never thought there would be so many loose ends to tie up after such a miniscule event," said a voice from the forest. Whatever substance that was on that needle had spread to the ears and mind of the Cedric, making any logical guess as to where the speaker was impossible. "No matter, you shall make fine slaves for the Brotherhood."


Tamar groaned as she walked down the upper halls of Castle Revenge. "Damn King, thinks 'e can summon me like 'is personal servant. I've got me own agenda too!" She kicked the door to the throne room open, muttering agitated threats chock-full of classic colorful pirate language. "Okay, I'm 'ere. What do ye want?"

"It's so nice to see you Tamar!" exclaimed the fox, throwing on a smile about as real as a plastic tree. "I enjoy these little talks of ours, don't you?"

" 'Ell no!" snapped the sea rat as she spat on the ground. "I know ye didn't bring me 'ere fer a lil' chitchat, so tell me what ye want already!"

"Why, all I wanted to do was congratulate you on such fine work you've done," explained Sersull, signaling a guard to his left. The guard walked briskly towards the room in the back of the throne room. "Sarika and Devades just brought this one back from the rebel's village."

Tamar turned her attention to the returning guard, her jaw dropping to the floor. "Oh 'ell no…"

The guard removed Cyan's gag, freeing her mouth. "Thanks for taking that out, but I'm still mad at you! I can't forgive you for enslaving me! Well, I could, but I'm no saint! I'm far from a saint. This one time at the campgrounds…"

Sersull waved his paw at the guard, signaling him to refit the gag in the shrew's mouth. "I take it you know this one?"

"Yeah," admitted Tamar. "But I thought she'd be at th' bottom of Davy Jones's Locker by now!"

"Either way, I've assigned her to be your new personal servant," replied the fox with a wide grin.

"There's no way I'm stayin' near 'er fer a minute!" spat the sea rat captain.

Sersull shook his head in disapproval. "Oh, but you seem to forget who's in charge here. You see, when I give you something, you keep it whether you like it or not! And if anything happens to this shrew, it'll be another thousand slaves to your debt. Got it?"

Tamar's paws drew dangerously close to her blades as she seethed with rage, but she did her best to restrain herself. She didn't want to admit it, but Sersull was right. Grabbing the rope tied around Cyan, she half walked half dragged the shrew out of the room. "Go bugger a hedgehog!"

"I don't think I'll be doing that anytime soon," replied the fox. "But I do hope to see you at the Coliseum tonight! It'll be quite a slaughter!" The sear rat slammed the door behind her with hinge-busting force, though Sersull could only smile contently. "That'll teach you to disrespect me, wench."


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