Chapter 5
Cornelius was looking at the abbots books. He had never read any, so he wanted to do it now. He found a recently used book, and selected it, as the abbot and Allayne tried to igure out what had happened the previous night.
"I remember something big happened. I also felt like something hit me."
"So do I. And the bad thing is, now my vision is clouded. I can't see anything. Something must have happened that that killer didn't wan't us to know about?"
"Yes, that could be- Cornelius! Thats my privet journal!"
"Sorry."
"How far did you get?"
"Your having to supress evil thoughts?"
"Yes." The abbots voice as cold and angry.
Allayne looked at the abbot surprised as Cornelius returned the book to the shelf. "Evil thoughts? Like what?"
"Skining Cornelius alive for reading my peronal journal."
Cornelius looked a bit uneasy and said, "Er... I'll just go get some breakfast for you two." He left.
"When did this start happening?"
"After I was possesed." He shook noticeably.
"It hasn't happened to me."
"Yes, but I'm a ferret. Thats how I am suposed to be."
Cornelius returned, with scones laden on a trolley. "Anything else I can do for you? Fluff your pillows, change your sheets?"
"Cornelius, I said it came into my head. I have no control over that. But I can choose not to obey them."
"Oh."
Sister Lisa came in. "Allayne, you need to come back. Cornelius, isn't it a bit early to be feasting?" She took two scones and left, leaving Cornelius behind looking hurt, and the abbot saying, "If it didn't hurt so much, I'd be laughing by now."
Kill. Thats the one thing it wanted to do. Tourture the victims soul, and then kill. It was in Greenleafs room. The otter had finially died from the wound.
Something to do. Hmmm... Torture the abbot more? Yes, yes. Thats good. It floated through the door. Down the hall, through the abbots door. "If it didn't hurt so much, I'd be laughing by now."
It moved forword, and hit the abbot. It flexed the abbots fingers. Good. Uninjured. The abbot realized what had happened.
"No...."
It reached to the wall, and slowly slid a plank away. The hare shouldn't notice. There was food. Grabbing a dagger from the hole, it slid it in the abbots belt.
"Would you like some? Abbot? Father Abbot?"
The abbot was resisting, and got out. "Run. It's got me..." It closed in tight on him. Cornelius looked at the abbot, and saw the dagger, with the abbots paw reaching for it. The abbot got up, and Cornelius ran. He slammed into Skipper. Before Skipper could speak, Cornelius said, "Skipper, Its using the abbot to try and kill me!" Skipper had been with the elders, so he knew what Cornelius meant by it. Slamming the door to the abbots room, he said "I'll be out 'ere mate. Don't leave. Cornelius, g't my cr'w." Cornelius raced down the stairs to find the holt.
It knew it was trapped. It could not posses otters, go through them, and It could only go through organic material. The abbot would pay for this.
The abbot felt his mind slip away, into darkness, and torture.
"Where am I? Hello?" Odd, didn't hurt to talk now. He then saw an old mouse come up.
"You killed me. Just to take my place."
"I couldn't help myself."
"You could! You ruined it all! My grand punishment system! Torturing rule breakers! You ruined it all!"
"Martin didn't want it that way."
"But now my abbey is gone. Lets take a walk, shall we? See all those who you've killed."
An otter, who did not have an accent, was trying to make the thing leave the abbot.
"Give him back. You have no quarrel with him."
"I have more then you think." Hmm... I wonder If I could knock them over, It thought
"What is it then?"
"Nothing that concerns you."
"Redwall needs its abbot."
"Fine."
The abbots body fell over. Then all the otters screamed as a force hit them, knocking them over.
"How are the otters?"
"Two were knocked senseless, but their up now."
"Is the abbot awake, Sister Lisa?"
"Yes, I am, Cornelius." The abbot was strugling to get up from his bed. Sister Lisa held him down. "If you want to be at your jubilee at all, you'll need to rest. Cornelius, you stay with him. I'll be in the infirmary if you need me."
As she left, Cornelius walked over to the Abbot. "Any more daggers that I should know about?"
"I don't usually keep weapons here." The abbot was nervous. "I didn't know about that one."
"I'll get the room searched. I'll be right back."
He left, and the abbot began to shake at what he had done and seen. All those cretures... and he had caused their deaths.
Cornelius was looking at the abbots books. He had never read any, so he wanted to do it now. He found a recently used book, and selected it, as the abbot and Allayne tried to igure out what had happened the previous night.
"I remember something big happened. I also felt like something hit me."
"So do I. And the bad thing is, now my vision is clouded. I can't see anything. Something must have happened that that killer didn't wan't us to know about?"
"Yes, that could be- Cornelius! Thats my privet journal!"
"Sorry."
"How far did you get?"
"Your having to supress evil thoughts?"
"Yes." The abbots voice as cold and angry.
Allayne looked at the abbot surprised as Cornelius returned the book to the shelf. "Evil thoughts? Like what?"
"Skining Cornelius alive for reading my peronal journal."
Cornelius looked a bit uneasy and said, "Er... I'll just go get some breakfast for you two." He left.
"When did this start happening?"
"After I was possesed." He shook noticeably.
"It hasn't happened to me."
"Yes, but I'm a ferret. Thats how I am suposed to be."
Cornelius returned, with scones laden on a trolley. "Anything else I can do for you? Fluff your pillows, change your sheets?"
"Cornelius, I said it came into my head. I have no control over that. But I can choose not to obey them."
"Oh."
Sister Lisa came in. "Allayne, you need to come back. Cornelius, isn't it a bit early to be feasting?" She took two scones and left, leaving Cornelius behind looking hurt, and the abbot saying, "If it didn't hurt so much, I'd be laughing by now."
Kill. Thats the one thing it wanted to do. Tourture the victims soul, and then kill. It was in Greenleafs room. The otter had finially died from the wound.
Something to do. Hmmm... Torture the abbot more? Yes, yes. Thats good. It floated through the door. Down the hall, through the abbots door. "If it didn't hurt so much, I'd be laughing by now."
It moved forword, and hit the abbot. It flexed the abbots fingers. Good. Uninjured. The abbot realized what had happened.
"No...."
It reached to the wall, and slowly slid a plank away. The hare shouldn't notice. There was food. Grabbing a dagger from the hole, it slid it in the abbots belt.
"Would you like some? Abbot? Father Abbot?"
The abbot was resisting, and got out. "Run. It's got me..." It closed in tight on him. Cornelius looked at the abbot, and saw the dagger, with the abbots paw reaching for it. The abbot got up, and Cornelius ran. He slammed into Skipper. Before Skipper could speak, Cornelius said, "Skipper, Its using the abbot to try and kill me!" Skipper had been with the elders, so he knew what Cornelius meant by it. Slamming the door to the abbots room, he said "I'll be out 'ere mate. Don't leave. Cornelius, g't my cr'w." Cornelius raced down the stairs to find the holt.
It knew it was trapped. It could not posses otters, go through them, and It could only go through organic material. The abbot would pay for this.
The abbot felt his mind slip away, into darkness, and torture.
"Where am I? Hello?" Odd, didn't hurt to talk now. He then saw an old mouse come up.
"You killed me. Just to take my place."
"I couldn't help myself."
"You could! You ruined it all! My grand punishment system! Torturing rule breakers! You ruined it all!"
"Martin didn't want it that way."
"But now my abbey is gone. Lets take a walk, shall we? See all those who you've killed."
An otter, who did not have an accent, was trying to make the thing leave the abbot.
"Give him back. You have no quarrel with him."
"I have more then you think." Hmm... I wonder If I could knock them over, It thought
"What is it then?"
"Nothing that concerns you."
"Redwall needs its abbot."
"Fine."
The abbots body fell over. Then all the otters screamed as a force hit them, knocking them over.
"How are the otters?"
"Two were knocked senseless, but their up now."
"Is the abbot awake, Sister Lisa?"
"Yes, I am, Cornelius." The abbot was strugling to get up from his bed. Sister Lisa held him down. "If you want to be at your jubilee at all, you'll need to rest. Cornelius, you stay with him. I'll be in the infirmary if you need me."
As she left, Cornelius walked over to the Abbot. "Any more daggers that I should know about?"
"I don't usually keep weapons here." The abbot was nervous. "I didn't know about that one."
"I'll get the room searched. I'll be right back."
He left, and the abbot began to shake at what he had done and seen. All those cretures... and he had caused their deaths.