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**Evil grin** Its going to be a rough chapter...... **Evil Snicker**
Chapter Ten
"What are you planning to do with me exactly, Kelnozz?" Drizzt snarled as he heard the crack of a whip from where he was chained with his stomach against the cold stone of the wall.
Kelnozz laughed, loosening the thongs of the magically enchanted whip. All of the little snakeheads at the tip of each thong hissed as the magical energy wove through them. "What do you think I am going to do to you, Secondboy? After that nasty insult, I think I will enjoy teaching you a lesson to keep you from loosing your tongue again."
Damn, he thought, flinching as he felt the first line of burning, numbing pain found its way across his shoulder blades. It had been years since he had felt the bite of the snake-headed whip. Not since he had been foolish enough to go into Menzoberranzan alone. Not wanting to give his captors the pleasure of seeing his pain, the next time he felt the bite of the leather and metal thongs, he forced his face into an expressionless mask. The sharp pain and the numbing bites of the snakeheads made it hard for him to keep that expressionless mask, but Drizzt was determined not to show the drow elves his pain.
Kelnozz knew how to use the whips well, knew how to draw out the pain. He used slow, deliberate strokes, sometimes going over the same welt again and again. He brought the whip down repetitively, not bothering to give his captive any mercy. He laughed as he watched the deep, raw, bloody welts that had formed across Drizzt's shoulder blades, seeing that he was shaking and trying to hide it.
"I'm causing you a lot of pain, aren't I, Ranger Do'Urden?' He whispered into his captive's ear, having handed the whip to another one of his warriors. "You're not very good at trying to hide it on those oh-so stoic features of yours." The only response he got was a snarl. "Ah, ah, ah, now, now. I thought I taught you a lesson about talking back to me already, but I guess there are some things that you will need to be taught again."
With a nod, the soldier took out a different whip, this one made to give much more pain. It had three leather thongs laced with sharp metal spikes. Each of the metal spikes had been coated with some sort of poison that was relatively harmless, as it was only made to cause a never-ending period of pain.
"This is a little thing that I've created myself." He grinned sardonically at the captive ranger. "I haven't used it on the whelp." He indicated the elven woman chained next to him, though being left alone. "She's too weak, and I don't want to kill her, yet."
Drizzt had to fight not to cry out in pain at the warriors, all of them, began to bring the whip down upon his back mercilessly, the small spikes of metal digging into the already raw welts that decorated his back. Tears welled in the corners of his lavender eyes, and he had to force himself not to let them fall.
* * * * *
The elfling shrieked with laughter, his ankles held by the large barbarian that had him in the air upside-down. He had gotten used to being with the highly unusual group while traveling with them to Silverymoon. They were still a few days out from the city, so the companions still had to rely on Mikhail's use of hand signs. It was a good thing that the elfling had learned them; otherwise they wouldn't have been able to communicate with them. He was also able to pick up small parts of the common language fairly quickly, so he could make himself pretty well understood to the group by using a combination of hand signs and shakily used common.
Every night, though, Mikhail would awake from the nightmares of that dreadful night when his parents had been killed. When he awoke at night, Catti-brie would be there, comforting him, and saying soothing words that he could not understand to help him go back to sleep. Once and awhile on the road, something would trigger a flashback, and he would break down into sobs. Catti-brie had yet to figure out why he was having such nightmares and flashbacks.
Colson had actually made a friend with Mikhail, even though they could hardly understand each other. They would play with the scrimshaw animal carvings that Regis had made for her when she was a bit younger. Colson thoroughly enjoyed the animal sounds that the elfling often made, since they sounded exactly like the animal he was imitating. Though, they were careful to not take out the carving of the horse, since it had caused such horrible flashbacks for Mikhail of the night he had joined their company.
That night, he slept peacefully, one small hand wrapped around Catti-brie's as she sat by the fire on her watch. Her other hand absently stroked his pale gold hair, a small smile on her face as she looked down at the tiny elfling.
He always seemed to be so sweet, never shunning away from any attention, or light caress. To her, it seemed as if he missed someone terribly, or maybe more than one person. When we get to Silverymoon, I'll find out what's happened that he's not with his family, she thought at she looked at him sleep.
Looking up at the stars, her thoughts turned to how Drizzt had yet to catch up to them, wherever he was. However, there was something telling her that something was wrong, that he should've already caught up to him, but she knew that she couldn't leave the group. Maybe after they got to Silverymoon, if he wasn't back by then, she would go out and try to find him.
"Just keep yerself out of trouble Drizzt," she whispered to the stars. "Just keep yerself out of trouble."
* * * * *
He couldn't keep himself from flinching as the whip dug into his skin, sharp metal spikes causing for pain than he would like to admit. It had been hours since they had started whipping him with the newer whip.
And the poison.
The poison that would be continually applied only made the pain that he was experiencing worse. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. He knew that Kelnozz was enjoying watching him in pain.
I have to find her a way out of here, he thought as his eyes found the scantily clad elf woman chained next to him. If I can't get myself away from this hell, I should at least me able to get her away from all of this.
I'll never see Catti-brie again, he thought, as he pressed his eyes shut, trying to block away the pain. I'll never see any of them again.
--Another evil ending, I know, but hey, NO ONE'S REVIEWING!! New policy. 5 reviews = new chapter. **Evil snicker**
Chapter Ten
"What are you planning to do with me exactly, Kelnozz?" Drizzt snarled as he heard the crack of a whip from where he was chained with his stomach against the cold stone of the wall.
Kelnozz laughed, loosening the thongs of the magically enchanted whip. All of the little snakeheads at the tip of each thong hissed as the magical energy wove through them. "What do you think I am going to do to you, Secondboy? After that nasty insult, I think I will enjoy teaching you a lesson to keep you from loosing your tongue again."
Damn, he thought, flinching as he felt the first line of burning, numbing pain found its way across his shoulder blades. It had been years since he had felt the bite of the snake-headed whip. Not since he had been foolish enough to go into Menzoberranzan alone. Not wanting to give his captors the pleasure of seeing his pain, the next time he felt the bite of the leather and metal thongs, he forced his face into an expressionless mask. The sharp pain and the numbing bites of the snakeheads made it hard for him to keep that expressionless mask, but Drizzt was determined not to show the drow elves his pain.
Kelnozz knew how to use the whips well, knew how to draw out the pain. He used slow, deliberate strokes, sometimes going over the same welt again and again. He brought the whip down repetitively, not bothering to give his captive any mercy. He laughed as he watched the deep, raw, bloody welts that had formed across Drizzt's shoulder blades, seeing that he was shaking and trying to hide it.
"I'm causing you a lot of pain, aren't I, Ranger Do'Urden?' He whispered into his captive's ear, having handed the whip to another one of his warriors. "You're not very good at trying to hide it on those oh-so stoic features of yours." The only response he got was a snarl. "Ah, ah, ah, now, now. I thought I taught you a lesson about talking back to me already, but I guess there are some things that you will need to be taught again."
With a nod, the soldier took out a different whip, this one made to give much more pain. It had three leather thongs laced with sharp metal spikes. Each of the metal spikes had been coated with some sort of poison that was relatively harmless, as it was only made to cause a never-ending period of pain.
"This is a little thing that I've created myself." He grinned sardonically at the captive ranger. "I haven't used it on the whelp." He indicated the elven woman chained next to him, though being left alone. "She's too weak, and I don't want to kill her, yet."
Drizzt had to fight not to cry out in pain at the warriors, all of them, began to bring the whip down upon his back mercilessly, the small spikes of metal digging into the already raw welts that decorated his back. Tears welled in the corners of his lavender eyes, and he had to force himself not to let them fall.
* * * * *
The elfling shrieked with laughter, his ankles held by the large barbarian that had him in the air upside-down. He had gotten used to being with the highly unusual group while traveling with them to Silverymoon. They were still a few days out from the city, so the companions still had to rely on Mikhail's use of hand signs. It was a good thing that the elfling had learned them; otherwise they wouldn't have been able to communicate with them. He was also able to pick up small parts of the common language fairly quickly, so he could make himself pretty well understood to the group by using a combination of hand signs and shakily used common.
Every night, though, Mikhail would awake from the nightmares of that dreadful night when his parents had been killed. When he awoke at night, Catti-brie would be there, comforting him, and saying soothing words that he could not understand to help him go back to sleep. Once and awhile on the road, something would trigger a flashback, and he would break down into sobs. Catti-brie had yet to figure out why he was having such nightmares and flashbacks.
Colson had actually made a friend with Mikhail, even though they could hardly understand each other. They would play with the scrimshaw animal carvings that Regis had made for her when she was a bit younger. Colson thoroughly enjoyed the animal sounds that the elfling often made, since they sounded exactly like the animal he was imitating. Though, they were careful to not take out the carving of the horse, since it had caused such horrible flashbacks for Mikhail of the night he had joined their company.
That night, he slept peacefully, one small hand wrapped around Catti-brie's as she sat by the fire on her watch. Her other hand absently stroked his pale gold hair, a small smile on her face as she looked down at the tiny elfling.
He always seemed to be so sweet, never shunning away from any attention, or light caress. To her, it seemed as if he missed someone terribly, or maybe more than one person. When we get to Silverymoon, I'll find out what's happened that he's not with his family, she thought at she looked at him sleep.
Looking up at the stars, her thoughts turned to how Drizzt had yet to catch up to them, wherever he was. However, there was something telling her that something was wrong, that he should've already caught up to him, but she knew that she couldn't leave the group. Maybe after they got to Silverymoon, if he wasn't back by then, she would go out and try to find him.
"Just keep yerself out of trouble Drizzt," she whispered to the stars. "Just keep yerself out of trouble."
* * * * *
He couldn't keep himself from flinching as the whip dug into his skin, sharp metal spikes causing for pain than he would like to admit. It had been hours since they had started whipping him with the newer whip.
And the poison.
The poison that would be continually applied only made the pain that he was experiencing worse. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. He knew that Kelnozz was enjoying watching him in pain.
I have to find her a way out of here, he thought as his eyes found the scantily clad elf woman chained next to him. If I can't get myself away from this hell, I should at least me able to get her away from all of this.
I'll never see Catti-brie again, he thought, as he pressed his eyes shut, trying to block away the pain. I'll never see any of them again.
--Another evil ending, I know, but hey, NO ONE'S REVIEWING!! New policy. 5 reviews = new chapter. **Evil snicker**