{Anzu screamed and wriggled in her captors grip, spitting at those her eyed her
warily. A dark, haunting laugh rose to her ears, "Feisty isn't she?" the guard
next to her chuckled, "Definetly." An older man stepped in front of her and
grabbed her rear. "She'd make a nice concubine for my son." A small boy,
roughly Anzu's age stood in the shadows, bandages covring much of his body,
not being able to help herself she stated aloud, "A concubine for a mummy? Who's
ever heard of that?" The tall blonde man's face went red and he punched Anzu
in the stomach, "We'll definetly take her, if not for a concubine but for
a sandbag substitute." The two men laughed amongst themselves and Anzu
breathed shallowly, vivid memories haunting her thoughts.}
The third X; A thief's trial, Anzu's story
The third X, when one life ends. When another,
more harsh, cruel and desolate begins. For a thief, the third X is slavery.
OOC: This chapter is really crummy but I felt bad for not updating so I threw
something together, I have pretty gruesome remake of the last chapter on Bakurah
Point Of Vue but my computer won't let me post it, I guess it was deemed too long?
I don't know.. Comments? Anything? Email me. Chars of yours you'd like in my
story? Email me, MarikzAngel@hotmail.com Thanks....
~~
Anzu's mind was dull, her thoughts irrationnal. "How many summers old am I?" she
asked to herself as the memories flew from her mind. She wreatched another time
in memory of something she'd never forget but could never remember, only one name
seemed to reside in the twisting depths, one that even her thoughts seemed to
loathe. Bakurah. Anzu climbed down the staircase into the living room, the
curtains were torn; yet there was nothing else out of the ordinary. Anzu stepped
delicatly into the room when she saw a puddle of red and red flooded the room.
Reality returning she descended the staircase into the living room, the
foul stench of bodies scratching her nose. Her dejavue feeling left and she set
about cleaning up their dead bodies. They wanted to be set adrift in the nyle as was
tradition in her bloodline, so that they may once again rise and walk the sands of
egypt. Soon there was no longer any blood, but vengence clawed at her thoughts and
hunger at her stomach.
No money was left in her house and she could never bear to part with any of
the relics within so she set Namu about guarding her home and wandered off into
the market. Her hand slipped out and snatched an apple off a clerks stand. Though
it didn't go unnoticed as all the apples piled on top of it tumbled down after
it. "GUARDS! GUARDS! THIEF! THIEF!" shouted the clerk pointing at Anzu's retreating
figure, she never did have nimble fingers but as she scurried off she managed to picked
up a dozen other apples. She made it safely back to her home.
When she got there the guards were waiting, or not waiting exactly but
they seemed to be guarding a royal who was inspecting her house. Her home for years
was going to be taken from her and so she whistled and Namu barked, "What are you dooing
in my house!?" she yelled disrespectfully at the High Priest's men. One of them
recognised her, "You're the thief from the market!" Anzu hissed, "WHAT ARE YOU
DOING IN MY RAH-DAMNED HOUSE!?"
warily. A dark, haunting laugh rose to her ears, "Feisty isn't she?" the guard
next to her chuckled, "Definetly." An older man stepped in front of her and
grabbed her rear. "She'd make a nice concubine for my son." A small boy,
roughly Anzu's age stood in the shadows, bandages covring much of his body,
not being able to help herself she stated aloud, "A concubine for a mummy? Who's
ever heard of that?" The tall blonde man's face went red and he punched Anzu
in the stomach, "We'll definetly take her, if not for a concubine but for
a sandbag substitute." The two men laughed amongst themselves and Anzu
breathed shallowly, vivid memories haunting her thoughts.}
The third X; A thief's trial, Anzu's story
The third X, when one life ends. When another,
more harsh, cruel and desolate begins. For a thief, the third X is slavery.
OOC: This chapter is really crummy but I felt bad for not updating so I threw
something together, I have pretty gruesome remake of the last chapter on Bakurah
Point Of Vue but my computer won't let me post it, I guess it was deemed too long?
I don't know.. Comments? Anything? Email me. Chars of yours you'd like in my
story? Email me, MarikzAngel@hotmail.com Thanks....
~~
Anzu's mind was dull, her thoughts irrationnal. "How many summers old am I?" she
asked to herself as the memories flew from her mind. She wreatched another time
in memory of something she'd never forget but could never remember, only one name
seemed to reside in the twisting depths, one that even her thoughts seemed to
loathe. Bakurah. Anzu climbed down the staircase into the living room, the
curtains were torn; yet there was nothing else out of the ordinary. Anzu stepped
delicatly into the room when she saw a puddle of red and red flooded the room.
Reality returning she descended the staircase into the living room, the
foul stench of bodies scratching her nose. Her dejavue feeling left and she set
about cleaning up their dead bodies. They wanted to be set adrift in the nyle as was
tradition in her bloodline, so that they may once again rise and walk the sands of
egypt. Soon there was no longer any blood, but vengence clawed at her thoughts and
hunger at her stomach.
No money was left in her house and she could never bear to part with any of
the relics within so she set Namu about guarding her home and wandered off into
the market. Her hand slipped out and snatched an apple off a clerks stand. Though
it didn't go unnoticed as all the apples piled on top of it tumbled down after
it. "GUARDS! GUARDS! THIEF! THIEF!" shouted the clerk pointing at Anzu's retreating
figure, she never did have nimble fingers but as she scurried off she managed to picked
up a dozen other apples. She made it safely back to her home.
When she got there the guards were waiting, or not waiting exactly but
they seemed to be guarding a royal who was inspecting her house. Her home for years
was going to be taken from her and so she whistled and Namu barked, "What are you dooing
in my house!?" she yelled disrespectfully at the High Priest's men. One of them
recognised her, "You're the thief from the market!" Anzu hissed, "WHAT ARE YOU
DOING IN MY RAH-DAMNED HOUSE!?"