Chapter 7: The Talented Mr. Furman
Krug looked at Laiken for a quick moment, then at the bonds that held them, as they were held over a cliff drop. Then back at Laiken again.
"Well, this is it, we're going to die", Krug said, there wasn't a hint of regret in his voice.
"WHAT?" Laiken yelled.
"Well, if we somehow survive, which I calculate we won't, our legs will be broken beyond repair, and we'll be probably killed by either the infection the…", Krug was cut off by Laiken.
"I'll stop you there", Laiken sadly said.
"Why so sad? I told you to get your bearings and accept it", Krug said.
"Maybe for you, life isn't so great. But I'm so young, Krug… so foolish to step out of my home… so stupid", Laiken cursed at himself through tears of anger.
"Don't cry…", Krug was saying this in the best way possible, which still wasn't nearly as good enough as it could be.
Just as the two were conversing over the ledge, a screech of terror was heard echoing throughout the test zone. It was a goblin, who was screaming about the burning in his eyes, which seemingly didn't stop. In fact, it didn't, purple flame enveloped his head and he disappeared along with all potential traces of sound. The only sounds heard after that were the mutterings of the other goblins in the test zone, and the necromancer, who was taken from the cage that Laiken and Krug were held in, laughing hysterically as the goblins began to glare angrily.
"Its really quite the funny trick you see, you merely chant demonic verses, and…" George merely muttered after that and another goblin went through the same thing.
"Is he…?" Laiken began to ask the obvious as the goblins were abuzz with activity, grabbing weapons in vain to find their eyesight was ignited by demonic flame as well.
Screams of terror and agony were heard throughout as some tried to run, but George, ever resourceful, inflicted fear so great upon them that they literally ran off the edge of the mountaintop in fear of whatever he instilled in their heads. The chains that held George melted as he began to levitate and burst forth with purple flame like wildfire.
"Now's our chance!" Krug shouted.
Laiken now began to see, or at least what he perceived as, why Krug was such a loner. It wasn't because he was gruff or strong-willed. It was because he was insane. No other explanation in the world of Azeroth could explain why he acted the way he acted. Krug, insanely enough, began to limb flail until the crane suspending them in the air gave way, and swung back above the alcove, but left them still stuck.
"Ah… right, that's why it's called a limb flail. Doesn't exactly work if you're not using all four of your limbs does it?" Krug nervously laughed.
Laiken wordlessly hoisted his legs up and turned his wrists to the point where he could undo his holdings safely and flip himself over for a not-so-rough landing on the ground. He sighed with relief that this actually worked and almost ran off before looking over his shoulder briefly to look back at a still dangling Krug.
"Stay there", Laiken said.
Meanwhile, George continued his destructive demonic rampage about the goblin test zone. Many of the goblins laid dead or driven into hiding by this demonic-man thing as he careened through precious experimentation and years of hard file-taking. However, there was one goblin in particular that George was going after; it was the person who brought him, Krug and Laiken to the place, none other than Kraven. Luckily before Kraven met his end, Laiken caught up with George.
"Let me help you…", Laiken pleaded.
George threw his head back and laughed, as he did, purple mist erupted from his mouth and nose.
"A half-breed help me? No offense, but this needs to be done. He's nothing but a trafficker" George said.
"I've done a lot more, if you'd let me explain why you shouldn't kill this one", Laiken said panting.
"And why is that? Does he have some scary little gun that'll finally kill me? Emphasis on finally", George retorted.
"I need him to tell me where to locate a friend of mine; he's the only one that knows. He told me himself… well not really, but he can lead me to him", Laiken pleaded.
"Kraven has chased me down for 12 years, young half-orc. I don't expect you to understand, but it is a rather horrid annoyance when someone as… small as him seems to think you owe him the world just because he is who he is. That would be like saying that because I'm a necromancer I was trained under Gul'dan, next to… ah well never mind, I think the message is clear", George explained.
"I don't care what you do with him after I'm done with him", Laiken said, on his last bid.
George's face seemed to crunch up for a second, with a hint of anger mixed in with confusion, pity and some happiness sprinkled in there. He finally looked back down at Laiken.
"Fine… but I'm not going anywhere either… now go get your friend and meet me in the courtyard… after I've put the little bastard in a sack", George seemed to smile as he finished his sentence.
Laiken wasn't really sure what George spoke of when he said he wasn't going anywhere, but he followed his orders and sure enough, after freeing Krug the Insane, he found George standing in the courtyard of the test zone with a wobbly sack, which seemed to grunt whenever thrown over his shoulder.
"Where to then, people?" Krug openly said as they walked off the test zone and into the forests below to interrogate the goblin.