(A/N-Possible beginning for part2 of this series, please read and review to
tell me if this is a good direction, will most likely be reworked)
In the foreign lands south of abbey of Redwall and even south of the former abbey of Loamhedge, sat the entrance to an ancient network of tunnels and caves built by an old community of moles as a home. The moles were long gone now and it had sat undisturbed for many years until suddenly an overflow of vermin came to the country. Discovering it, a great underground city was made upon the backs of slaves, ruled by a cruel tyrant, within the caves there were armories, prisons and all matter of homes. In one of the cells, horrid screams could be heard echoing off the walls of the cave.
The mouse was hung up on a wall, chains holding him there stretched on the wall, helpless against the relentless rain of lashes from the guard. The guard monotonously lashed out with the whip, it had gone on for hours, the mouse lapse in and out on consciousness as the whip lashed, cuts covered his entire body, one lash had even gotten his eye, which was screwed shut now as blood leaked out from under his eye lid, suddenly the whip stopped, the mouse struggled to see why, but was only greeted by the blurry shape of a new form in his cell holding something in his paws.
"So mouse decided to talk yet." A harsh voice asked through the darkness. The mouse felt blood flow over his body from the hundreds and perhaps thousands of cuts he'd sustained, he fought to raise his eye to the shadow of a beast. He would have talked if he could, but exhaustion had long since taken him, he found no voice to speak with and so his head fell limp. His breathing was heavy and ragged.
"Should have talked earlier mouse." The catcall from a guard outside yelled into the cell with a sneer. All the guards knew what was next as in the single pane of light in the cell glinted off the metal surface of the figures metal whip.
"Too late now." The figure sneered as the whipped rose through the air and cracked forward to meet the mouse's foot paw, the bones snapped with a resounding crack and the mouse found enough voice to scream, it echoed about the cell loudly as the mouse shook with pain.
"Far too late." The whip flashed down again on his opposite foot paw, another crack and another resounding scream of pain. Again it came down with the same result, working its way up his bloodied legs it flashed and it came, another crack, another scream.
"Have a voice now mouse?" It asked cruelly as the whip came down upon the mouse's thigh, then it stopped as the figure walked into the light. It was a tall ferret, all black with his eyes shining like lanterns in the dark with their unnerving yellow glow, he walked up to the mouse place the whip around his neck with a caring manner befitting a healer.
"Want to speak now mouse?" He asked in a voice almost as if he were some old friend, he tightened the whip around the mouse's neck as it gasped for air, soft whimpers. The mouse whispered something, too low to be heard. "Going to have to say it louder then that mouse." The mouse sobbed as the steel noose tightened once again.
"It's north of here . . .on the west coasts." The mouse said through sobs as tears and blood coursed down his cheeks, falling into a red puddle upon the floor.
"There, now that wasn't too hard was it mousy" He shook the mouse cruelly inflicting pain on his broken limbs. The ferret walked away from the mouse before stopping the shadows just before the exit. "By the way, I'll do you a favor now since you've been so kind." With that the whip coursed up into the air and came down with a sickening crack across the mouse's neck, cruelly twisting the head.
The mouse fell completely limp in his chains, a slash across his neck as small bones stood out form his flesh, he legs hung in a battered unshaped form as if two empty sacks. The ferret walked out, stopping once to order his guards. "Dispose of that. Eat it, skin it, whatever, I don't care just get it out of my sight." He paused again, "On second thought, feed it to the wolves." With that he left the chambers, disappearing down a shadowy corridor, leaving the bloody corpse of the former mouse on the wall, still dripping with blood as the pool on the floor grew.
The ferret walked through the halls his cloak trailing behind him, giving off the impression of a shadow passing through the tunnels. His whip was hung over his shoulder, glinting red from blood as the scant lighting of the cave hit it, the ferret however was still savoring the taste. Almost as if he could taste the pain through the mouse's blood, he smiled at the memories as he passed by other cells, similar scenes within each with slaves huddling together in the shadows. All feared the ferret, all were broken, any warriors already long dead and plenty of slaves to take their places.
The ferret moved up from the horrible scenes of the dungeon levels up into the chambers of his leader, flowing into the room dramatically he stood before him. The king, a white-furred pine martin, his personality nearly as twisted as the ferret, sat on his throne a dozen slaves about him, near every species accounted for. The martin looked up at his subordinate with a look of glee, blood was smeared over the ferret's lips from earlier.
"I expect I don't have a new slave then?" He pointed out laughing deeply. The ferret laughed as well throwing his weapon before his king, after wiping the blood from his muzzle he began.
"No King Duran, I afraid the warrior spirit was in that one. I did get what you wanted out of him though, it took awhile though." He smiled as he bowed low.
"I'm surprised, are you losing your touch?" Duran grinned eerily.
"Nay, but his spirit was strong. Took his legs for me to free his voice."
"So where is it?" The king asked eagerly, kicking a slave away before standing before his great throne.
"The peaceful counties are far to the north on the western coasts. I trust this is to your liking?" He stayed in his position, bowed to the king, neck craned up looking at the martin.
"Yes, you have done well. Tell the troops to ready themselves, we move out on the morn." With that the king dismissed the ferret and sat back upon is great throne, a smile upon his face for the future of the northlanders. He could already taste their pain.
(A/N- its not Redwall, so guess where? Heh, heh, heh . . .; )
In the foreign lands south of abbey of Redwall and even south of the former abbey of Loamhedge, sat the entrance to an ancient network of tunnels and caves built by an old community of moles as a home. The moles were long gone now and it had sat undisturbed for many years until suddenly an overflow of vermin came to the country. Discovering it, a great underground city was made upon the backs of slaves, ruled by a cruel tyrant, within the caves there were armories, prisons and all matter of homes. In one of the cells, horrid screams could be heard echoing off the walls of the cave.
The mouse was hung up on a wall, chains holding him there stretched on the wall, helpless against the relentless rain of lashes from the guard. The guard monotonously lashed out with the whip, it had gone on for hours, the mouse lapse in and out on consciousness as the whip lashed, cuts covered his entire body, one lash had even gotten his eye, which was screwed shut now as blood leaked out from under his eye lid, suddenly the whip stopped, the mouse struggled to see why, but was only greeted by the blurry shape of a new form in his cell holding something in his paws.
"So mouse decided to talk yet." A harsh voice asked through the darkness. The mouse felt blood flow over his body from the hundreds and perhaps thousands of cuts he'd sustained, he fought to raise his eye to the shadow of a beast. He would have talked if he could, but exhaustion had long since taken him, he found no voice to speak with and so his head fell limp. His breathing was heavy and ragged.
"Should have talked earlier mouse." The catcall from a guard outside yelled into the cell with a sneer. All the guards knew what was next as in the single pane of light in the cell glinted off the metal surface of the figures metal whip.
"Too late now." The figure sneered as the whipped rose through the air and cracked forward to meet the mouse's foot paw, the bones snapped with a resounding crack and the mouse found enough voice to scream, it echoed about the cell loudly as the mouse shook with pain.
"Far too late." The whip flashed down again on his opposite foot paw, another crack and another resounding scream of pain. Again it came down with the same result, working its way up his bloodied legs it flashed and it came, another crack, another scream.
"Have a voice now mouse?" It asked cruelly as the whip came down upon the mouse's thigh, then it stopped as the figure walked into the light. It was a tall ferret, all black with his eyes shining like lanterns in the dark with their unnerving yellow glow, he walked up to the mouse place the whip around his neck with a caring manner befitting a healer.
"Want to speak now mouse?" He asked in a voice almost as if he were some old friend, he tightened the whip around the mouse's neck as it gasped for air, soft whimpers. The mouse whispered something, too low to be heard. "Going to have to say it louder then that mouse." The mouse sobbed as the steel noose tightened once again.
"It's north of here . . .on the west coasts." The mouse said through sobs as tears and blood coursed down his cheeks, falling into a red puddle upon the floor.
"There, now that wasn't too hard was it mousy" He shook the mouse cruelly inflicting pain on his broken limbs. The ferret walked away from the mouse before stopping the shadows just before the exit. "By the way, I'll do you a favor now since you've been so kind." With that the whip coursed up into the air and came down with a sickening crack across the mouse's neck, cruelly twisting the head.
The mouse fell completely limp in his chains, a slash across his neck as small bones stood out form his flesh, he legs hung in a battered unshaped form as if two empty sacks. The ferret walked out, stopping once to order his guards. "Dispose of that. Eat it, skin it, whatever, I don't care just get it out of my sight." He paused again, "On second thought, feed it to the wolves." With that he left the chambers, disappearing down a shadowy corridor, leaving the bloody corpse of the former mouse on the wall, still dripping with blood as the pool on the floor grew.
The ferret walked through the halls his cloak trailing behind him, giving off the impression of a shadow passing through the tunnels. His whip was hung over his shoulder, glinting red from blood as the scant lighting of the cave hit it, the ferret however was still savoring the taste. Almost as if he could taste the pain through the mouse's blood, he smiled at the memories as he passed by other cells, similar scenes within each with slaves huddling together in the shadows. All feared the ferret, all were broken, any warriors already long dead and plenty of slaves to take their places.
The ferret moved up from the horrible scenes of the dungeon levels up into the chambers of his leader, flowing into the room dramatically he stood before him. The king, a white-furred pine martin, his personality nearly as twisted as the ferret, sat on his throne a dozen slaves about him, near every species accounted for. The martin looked up at his subordinate with a look of glee, blood was smeared over the ferret's lips from earlier.
"I expect I don't have a new slave then?" He pointed out laughing deeply. The ferret laughed as well throwing his weapon before his king, after wiping the blood from his muzzle he began.
"No King Duran, I afraid the warrior spirit was in that one. I did get what you wanted out of him though, it took awhile though." He smiled as he bowed low.
"I'm surprised, are you losing your touch?" Duran grinned eerily.
"Nay, but his spirit was strong. Took his legs for me to free his voice."
"So where is it?" The king asked eagerly, kicking a slave away before standing before his great throne.
"The peaceful counties are far to the north on the western coasts. I trust this is to your liking?" He stayed in his position, bowed to the king, neck craned up looking at the martin.
"Yes, you have done well. Tell the troops to ready themselves, we move out on the morn." With that the king dismissed the ferret and sat back upon is great throne, a smile upon his face for the future of the northlanders. He could already taste their pain.
(A/N- its not Redwall, so guess where? Heh, heh, heh . . .; )