Slave to the White Hand
--------Chapter 1: Birth of a minion-------------
The White Hand is what I perceive…that is all... Breathing…
Yes, I can breath! The air is rich with the stench of death! It is around me, it is me! But my eyes! I can't see…what is…what's in my eyes…The filth of the land blinds me…I must get it out! I am blinded no longer by mud but by rage! Whoever threw me in this pit will die…
You. Yes, you, you filthy lowlife orc. I'm not like you! I'm better than you will ever be! I'm stronger, I bear the mark of The White Hand! I see no hand on your brow. You threw me into this pit, so die like the dog you don't deserve to be…There! If I must breath this air, you may not! I can feel your throat, crushed beneath my fingers…How does it feel to die? I do not know. I will never know!
But more. I need more death! It is who I am, I live for it! But I am hungry, man-flesh…perhaps not now, no. This orc, this dog will suffice for now…
*Saruman ordered the newly born uruk-hai forward. Slowly the foul creature rose to its grand height, the blood of the freshly devoured orc still running down its lips. Every breath it took was a growl; any orc who made eye contact with it instantly felt as if it had been brushed by Death itself.*
This…this is the White Hand? This is the One whom I fear, and love? This…it cannot be! The breath of my existence comes from this…this…sharkû?
*Saruman paced around the uruk-hai. Seeing that he was strong, and fearless to stand before him, he knew that the creature would make an excellent captain. The rebellious nature of these monsters had always startled him, but he had his ways of controlling them.*
* "Do you wish to feast on more than just your brothers?" Saruman's words were savage, yet beguiling.*
What do you think, you bent old thing? You can't trick me because your voice is deep and your words welcoming! Do you think that being born into evil puts me at the same level of stupidity as those ugly orcs? Do not call them my brothers! They are NOTHING to me!
*The uruk-hai's thoughts came out a snarl. Immediately he felt a great pain in his stomach, forcing him to the ground. It spread throughout his entire body, shaking his muscles, draining him of his energy. It increased in magnitude, becoming so overpowering and unbearable that for the first and perhaps only time, the fear of death crossed his mind and enraged him.*
THE PAIN...I...this is unbelievable...WHY must I feel this? If this stops, I will serve you, Sharky, and fear only the pain you give...You, I belong to…Please…make it stop…
*Saruman smiled, perceiving his thoughts. Or perhaps the uruk-hai, in the midst of his torture, had spoken these words aloud. "Yes, child. THAT is what you fear. But no more! From this day forth, indeed fear me, for only I can deal such pain as you have felt today!"*
*The uruk-hai rose, the pain in his limbs receding to a dull throbbing sensation. However, the torture was still fresh in his mind, and echoes of Saruman's voice rang in his head.*
No…..now I know that I hate you! Yet…..yet I fear you……and therefore you are my master…..but know this, you bitter old thing, that I would kill you if I had the chance…..Do not think that my respect extends to love!
*The uruk-hai was led out of the birthing pit. No orc stood next to him. They simply followed in the shadows, dreading the anger this particularly fierce uruk-hai might unleash on them. The thing seemed to know its way. He was quartered in a small room, deep within the chasms of Isengard, and given the name Lurtz.*
Lurtz…Yes…it is a good name! I am a captain, they say, to be trained to kill more ruthlessly than I could ever imagine! The hills will be covered with the blood of my foes, and none who cross my path shall live! I shall learn to shoot, they also say, with accuracy to rival that of the accursed elves! These hands…these hands will break the bones of my enemies, and rip the very flesh from their bodies! Hah hah! The feast will indeed be grand tonight!