Red Eyes:
Wanderer
Book One:
Chapter 5
Recap:
All the blacksmiths in Mordor are expected to finished a certain quota of work each day. Lee, one of the best swordsmen that came with the Easterlings, and some of his comrades, stole Nameless's work in revenge. Captain Shagrat has had his eye on Nameless and will take any excuse to 'punish' him.
The gates screamed and groaned as they slowly opened tp allow the Orc raiders back inside its dark sanctuary. The stars were still a little too bright for their liking, but the tougher ones were still willing to go out if it meant victory. And victory it was. Villages towns raided and destroyed. Burned down to the dust of the earth, were all things eventually return.
The Orcs hollered and whooped, chattering as they ran through the small gap between the gate doors. They bore on their backs the spoils of their victory. The scent of blood came with them.
The last of the raid, hundreds strong, for there had been few casualties. They had been careful. Around the third town, the group had split into four, and attacked the towns separately. They had tried hard to keep any of the villagers from escaping to get help. But as always, with so much going on, it was impossible. Split up, moving fast and hard, the Orc raiders were on their tenth town when the Rangers arrived on horse back. The Orcs drew back as if in a retreat over tall, grassy, hills, blowing on horns which sounded low but rang out over the hills. The Rangers had followed, unafraid and sure of their victory.
It's a awful feeling to be underestimated, but underestimating is even worse.
When the Rangers came fully over the hill they understood this. The Orcs they had chased were a few yards away on another hill. The Orcs' numbers were revealed as they spilled over the hill. Their comrades from the other three groups had heard the low call and had come at once. The Orcs had crushed them with the force of their numbers and raw strength.
By the time another squad had arrived, the Orcs had burned two more villages. Thus, the Orcs had won. They had outsmarted the Men who had underestimated them time and again. They had won another battle, and it would not be the last either.
That night, there was a celebration to honor the victory. For so long, Men had dominated over them. Built the Black Gate to imprison them, killing any who dared to escape from the hellish Mordor. But now the Black Gate was their allie, and Mordor their strong hold. They had waited long for this, and every little victory would be celebrated.
There were fights, arguing, yells and screams. Orcs from the raid were bragging, remembering each kill. Nameless saw with a little unease that some had even gone off to rut somewhere. And alcohol. Lot, and lots of alcohol! Beer, rum, whisky, wine, and some which Nameless could not recognize, and wasn't sure he wanted to either. Nameless had enjoyed a few Orc brews before, but he wasn't stupid enough to try them now that all the Orcs were getting high off of something! And that something could be the drink.
Nameless sat on the stair railings, his back to the stone frame of a iron door. He wore baggy black pant with many pockets, that held low around his waist with a white sash. He also wore a crimson vest like shirt with a high collar. It held together with three leather straps. Around his neck were three thick, gold bands. He wore two gold stud earrings, and a thick gold bracelet on each wrist and biceps. His feet were in black, silk slippers, with pictures of bright red dragons. Dragons with serpent like bodies, four claws, and feathery wings. Nameless really liked these shoes.
His right leg dangled over the edge, right arm propped on his left leg, which he brought up to his chest. In his right hand was a flask filled with some kind of Orc brew Drum had given him. It tasted horrible, and burned just as bad going down. But Nameless had learned to almost like the burn and the feeling it gave him was worth it. Nameless had to borrow one of Roaches phrases to describe it. 'Like god had picked me up and hugged me.'
Nameless wasn't sure what god Roach had been referring to, orif even that Roach himself knew, but whatever god it was, that god was warm like rocks on a summer day and crisp like winter air and mints. It neither smelled or tasted of any such things.
Lut had gotten up on a table, with a rather small snaga, and was attempting at some kind of a jig. The other Orcs and Uruks began to laugh. Others had started up some sort of song to go with it. Soon all those around the table were singing in slurred, gruff voices. It had twang to it. Real country sounding.
'Some people say I'm no good
I'm crazy as a loon
'Cause I get drunk in the mornin'
And stoned in the afternoon
So if you don't like the way I'm livin'...(A)
Or something like that. Nameless laughed out loud. The laugh was honest, strong, and beautiful. A belly laugh. The smile that came to Nameless's face took years away from it. And for a moment, evil eyes and wild hair and sharp teeth forgotten, he almost looked like another sixteen year old boy. Just a kid.
Such were Drum's thoughts. He came up the stairs quietly, sure that as soon as the boy knew he was there he would loose that beautiful smile. But Nameless sensed him anyway. He turned to Drum. His smile had faded some but it was still there. Drum noted that when the boy smiled it covered his whole face, even in his widealmond shaped eyes. Burning, bright red eyes which had seemed so ominous before now seemed full of that smile.
Drum frowned a little. He had also noted that the boy's tan was starting to fade. He was getting paler from staying in Mordor. Why had he just now noticed? Because of that smile.
"Hello Drum."
"Hello child. Why are you all the way up here by yourself? Burk has been looking for you. Thought you had finally gotten yourself killed."
"I'm fine. I simple did not want to bask in the glow of drunken and hyped up Orc heros. The disease seems to be spreading though." He nodded to Lut on the table.
This made Drum chuckle. He smiled lightly at Nameless who returned the small smile. Nameless turned his head back to Lut in time to see him fall off the table, bringing another uruk, who had joined in at some piont, and the unfortunately small snaga, with him. Burk's eyes went wide as the three fell on top of him. First Lut, then the snaga, and then the uruk.
Lut blinked and looked around. He groaned but was still playful.
"'ey-hick-Hey!," Lut slurred and hiccuped to the other two," Greff goff me!"
The Uruk got up and pealed the snaga off as well. Lut starred at the ceiling. The floor was nice and cool on his hot skin. But why was it so bumpy? Lut frowned. Then he heard someone close by moan.
"Wha? Eh? 'Ooowws,-'ow is- who's there?!"
"Grmm gmmm umm mmmm mmm innm!!"(d)
"What? What the hell was that?!" Lut looked around. Where was Burk? Did he leave with the other guy and the snaga?
"Durick? Brick? Burik!? Did you leave?" Lut struggled with the name.
"MMMMMMMHhhnnMMM!!" A desperate wail.
"Burk?"
"MHHMMM!!"
"Eh?" Lut looked down below him. He had four legs? He didn't think he had drunk that much. Lut tugged on one of the legs, hard.
"MMRRhhhM!"
"Burk!" Lut jumped up and fell back down on Burk who had been trying to get up. Burk gave a muffled yelp. Lut got up again a picked up a now limp Burk. Burk's head lolled back, circles in his eyes.
"Burk! Oh no! Hold on!" Lut tried to give Burk mouth to mouth! This got Burk's attention but not Lut's! As Burk tried to pry Lut off of him, Lut failed to notice that his friend was now fully awake and about to pass out from lack of air, panic, and embarrassment. Burk was about to passed out and Lut began to shake him vigorously. Lut let up though when Burk threw up all over him. The crowed howled and whooped.
Nameless and Drum where laughing hard now. Drum was slumped against the railing and Nameless was holding his sides.
"Ha-ha-oh,oh,ohhaahhaha! That was great! Ohh! Ha! Take care boy." Drum clasped a hand to the boy's shoulder, his clasp was firm,Drum left then. To get a few more drinks then to bed probably. Nameless smiled still as he watched the Orcs celebrate their small, but undeniable victory.
He was unaware that Garot, a uruk-hai in Mordor, had also seen the smile Nameless had shown earlier, the one Drum had thought beautiful. If such a word existed in the Orc mind.
Garot was a particularly skilled and strong fighter in Minus Morgul, despite his young age. He was twenty-three and had already made a reputation for himself as a regular bad ass. But a clever one. Sometimes a bit to artistic for a proper Uruk-hai worrier, but clever and strong.
He was 6'3 ft with shaggy, tangled blond hair and dark brown skin. Rather good looking for a Uruk, as blonds were rare and so were brown skinned Uruks. His ears were pierced with gold, arrow shaped earrings, but other than that he wore no jewelry. He wore the usual leather uniform of a Uruk despite the festivities. All the others had dressed up, bringing out jewelry made from metals and bones from raids and battles, andclothes of the same nature. But Garot had been to lazy. He didn't really care for decoration, save for the earrings he wore. He liked those.
Garot licked his lips as he watched his pray with glowing green eyes. He grinned, showing sharp, yellow teeth in the dark. Garot could not decide what he would like to see more, that smile that made the boy seem so young and had awed the Shaman Drum, or to see pain and pleasure cover that young face the way his joy and arrogance did.
Garot licked his lips again, imagining his boy crying, withering, screaming as he became his boy! The image almost undid him. He could feel his body responding to it, and breathed deep to calm himself.
He waited for Nameless to finish his drink before he approached silently from behind.
He was so stupid! He had let his guard down. In Mordor! He had allowed the drink and the festivities to distract him! In bloody, fucking Mordor! He would swing his legs back to kick his own ass if it weren't for the solid body behind him. Garot had come up behind him, wrapped a massive, powerful arm around his waist, and another over his chest, reaching up to grab his throat. Garot picked him up so his feet dangled, bringing Nameless's back to Garot's chest. Nameless was just 5 feet not including his hair. Garot was 6' 3 ft! Garot's breath was hot against his neck and ear. Nameless had gasped, but he did not cry out.
"Ssshh! All I have to do is squeeze." Garot increased presser on the boy's throat. The smell of him was intoxicating to the Uruk. He growled and back up through the door way, carring Nameless with him. Garot took his attention away from Nameless for a moment to look around. He grinned at the boy in his arms as he thought about how he wanted to do this. He needed time and privacy. He should take the boy up to one of the towers then since everyone else was down stairs. They would be to busy getting drunk or high or both to notice their absence. He walked down the hall, took a right, then headed up the stairs.
"Who is this fucker? Where is he taking me? And why? Oh no...no way! He's a Uruk. How does he plan to...WHY?! Why are all these crazy people trying to jump my bones?! What?! Do I have a sign on my back that only pedophiles can see? 'If you don't want to kick me then fuck me' Aargh."
Nameless wiggled around a little. Garot squeezed lightly at the boy's throat. But that was alright, Nameless wasn't trying to get free yet. He just needed to move a little lower. He wiggled a little more trying to get a feel for his kidnapper's body. He shifted his legs about. His eyes widened. How had he missed that! He had found what he was looking for and almost wished he hadn't. The Uruk growled with the movement. Then he smirked.
"Quite wigglin' or I'll take you here and now." He continued to move up the stairs though with obviously waning patients.
Nameless brought his right foot up and then back down again, HARD! It made contact with Garot's excited and super sensitive lions. Garot choked on his breath and bent over, one arm around the boy's waist, the other grasping his member. This was all Nameless needed. He broke Garot's grasp easily and ran down the stairs! Actually jumping down four or five at a time. He flew!
But Uruk-hai recover quickly from all injuries it seemed. Garot roared andwent after Nameless.
Nameless could see the door. If he had been thinking clearly he would have remembered that Garot did not care if all of Minus Morgul knew he was rapping the teenager, but it gave Nameless a goal to focus on at the moment. And that's what he needed. A goal to run to! To run! To run to a safe place! And that safe place was right out there. Right behind those doors! If he got pasted there– he just had to get past those doors. Just past those doors. Ten, eight more steps to go! Almost there! Just jump them! All of them! Jump! He jumped and was caught in a hot, strong, hard, grip!
'No! Damn!'
The Uruk leapt up a few stairs before they came to a wooden door in the side of the left wall. Garot hastily opened it and threw Nameless inside. It looked to be some sort of storage room for medical supplies. Nameless hit his head on the wall. He got up quickly but Garot was on him. He pinnedthe boyto the floorand growled in the boy's face.
"Shoudn't 'ave done that little boy. Your going to have to make it up to me now. And that's a lot of making up to do. Your not going to be sitting down for a long, longtime. But that can wait till later. I'm Garot, and you, are whatever I decide to call you pet. Bitch." He sneered. His breath was hot, heavy, and foul with liquor. It seemed like he was trying to gain control of himself.
'He doesn't want to kill me when he rapes me. He wants to own me so he can do me as much as he want's without having to share. That's why he brought me up here.'
Nameless was shaking violently now. He clenched his teeth and muscles. It reduced his shaking, but the Uruk still saw it. Felt it traveling through his boy's body and into his own. His boy? Not yet. But soon. Tonight. But first Garot had to calm down or the coupling would kill the boy. Soon to be his boy!
Garot stopped andlooked at Nameless.The boywas shaking and panting. His eyes were wide and heseamed to be looking past Garot. Looking at the ceiling. Garot was puzzled at first. All thought left Garot as he watched a small hand travel slowly down the boy's body and stopped and the waist band of his pants. It then moved up, and lifted the shirt the rest of the way off his waist, all the way up to his tan, muscled abs. Garot was hypnotize. Oh what a good pet he had found! The hand moved back down to the pants and that's when Garot saw it! The hilt of a dagger protruding from the waist band of Nameless's pants. Garot gasped. Nameless moved fast, barely even thinking, he grabbed the black cord wrapped hilt and pulled outthe blade.
It was strong with a mirror polish. A wakizashi.(B) The blade was 19 3/4in, the hilt 6 1/2in, overall 26 1/4incehs.
He quickly slashed at Garot's throat. The cut was clean and quick. Nameless shut his eyes to keep the black blood from getting in his eyes as it sprayed the walls, floor, anything within reach.
The problem with cutting throats, the unlucky bastard still had another minute to live before they die. And they're likely to do all kinds of crazy shit.
Nameless took advantage of Garot's surprise and horror to quickly scramble out from beneath him. He jumped back, placed his feet against the wall in a momentary, horizontal crouch, and used the wall to push off in a strong, fast lounge. He drove the blade into Garot's right eye socket. Blood sprayed over Nameless's hand, arm, elbow, and face. This time though he did not close his eyes. The lounge brought them to the ground. Nameless straddled Garot's chest. He thought he felt his blade touch the back of Garot's skull. The Uruk was still twitching though. Experience had taught Nameless to always be sure the person you were trying to kill, was really dead.
Nameless pulled the wakizashi from Garot's skull, bits of flesh and a skewered eyeball still attached to the blade, and drove it through the other eye. The body jerked with the movement once, then went still.
Some minutes later, Nameless walked out of the room he had left Garot's body in, closed the door, and headed down the stairs. He had wiped himself down with some of the towels in the room, but blood still covered his close and skin and the smell of it was strong on him. Nameless reached the bottom of the stairs and was about to go through the door he had come through, but changed his mind and turned down the right hall.Orcs andUruks glanced at the strange boy before quickly returning to their own business.
Nameless needed to get out of his head for a bit, so he started to run down the hall, and at an incredible speed! His feet touched the ground for mere moments. Running was easier now that he wasn't going down steep stairs. Nameless swerved and dodged soldiers, Orc and human alike, at the last minute. He swerved to miss two drunken Uruks, who stumbled into Nameless's side. Nameless stumbled trying to catch his balance. He had just gotten it back when he smashed his face into a solid chest. It smelled human.
Nameless jumped backwards three feet. It was the Easterling Lee!
"You!", Lee pointed a finger at Nameless. Lee seemed a bit drunk.
"You punk! I got a whippin' cause of you!" Lee cursed at Nameless in his eastern tongue. Nameless raised a eyebrow, ready to pull out his weapon again, if he needed it. Apparently that would be so. Lee drew a scimitar from his bronze belt and advanced on Nameless in a low crouch.
"Hn! You've been drinking. Maybe now your fencing will improve." Nameless smirked, his voice mocking. He needed to get out of his head, and if Lee was going to volunteer as a distraction, then so be it. Hello misguided anger.
"Hey! What's-"
Nameless must have been out of it. He made a really stupid amateur's mistake. Again!
When the voice spoke, Nameless turned his head to see Burk approaching. Lee saw his chance and lunged at the boy, aiming for his head. Nameless saw the movement in the corner of his eye and his body acted without his mind. He brought the wakizashi up in a parry, not even unsheathing it.
Lee's scimitar nicked the bright red sheathe. Nameless beat the blade away to the right with his right hand, which held the wakizashi, and slammed his left fist into Lee's face. The hit sent Lee backwards.
Lee hit the floorand Burk was on Lee in a heartbeat. He forced the scimitar from Lee's hand by bitting it hard. Blood poured and Burk's instincts were telling him to tear into the Easterling, but Burk's mind told him to wait and see what Nameless did first. A few centuries ago the thought would not have even entered his mind but in this day and age Orcs were tought to use there heads more and more.
Burk slapped Lee's face opposite to were Nameless had. Burk straddle Lee, pinning Lee's legs with his own, and holding his arms down. Lee struggled and Burk growled in his face, showing yellow, sharp teeth. Burk's eye blazed a bright orange.
Lee stopped struggling. Nameless pulled his weapon from it's scabbier andadvanced towards Lee.
"Ah! Fuc-nnnn!" Nameless looked over at his right shoulder. Blood dripped down his arm from the short, throwing knife embedded in it. He growled. Standing off some ways, Ren stepped out from the shadows, ready to throw another knife. Ren took a few more steps towards him. Nameless glared at Ren who returned the favor. Silence stretched out between them.
Burk focused his attention on holding Lee down, who had stopped struggling with the arrival of Ren. Burk too was keeping an ear out. He had even stopped growling to hear better but there was no sound save for the whisper of the crowed which had stopped to watch and was quickly growing.
Nameless sheathed his weapon and stood straight. Ren relaxed his stance but still held the knife. Nameless was aware of the crowed that was watching them intently, hoping for a fight. Some entertainment after drink and song. The perfect way to end the evening, with a bloody fight between four talented fighters, rather than the bar brawls between drunken snaga.
'To bad for them.' Nameless smirked.
He didn't think Lee was ready for the fight anyway. And were would the fun be in beating on a tired and drunken body. Lee was probably still feeling the pains from their previous encounter. Plus the punishment he must have received. Nameless did not believe that a whipping was all of it. His mind wondered what sort of punishment Ryoko had received if any at all. Nameless quickly put a end to that line of thought.
He came up on Burk's right and placed a hand on his shoulder. Burk looked at him and understood. Burk released Lee and got up to follow Nameless out as he turned away, towards the exit. Lee sighed and slumped back on the floor. Then the boy was at his side. Lee didn't get the chance to even wonder why because the boy bent over his head, grabbed his left ear, and pulled!
"AhYAAAHHHAAAHHHAAAAAAA!!"
The ear struggled a little but came off easily in the Head Blacksmith's hand. He smirked and turned to leave. Ren froze, not sure what to do. Lee clutched both hands over were his left ear was just a moment ago. Blood spilled past his fingers and the crowed of Orcs, Uruks, and mercenaries cheered. Ren gritted his teeth and starred at Nameless's back.
Nameless lifted the hand holding the ear above his shoulder so the crowed in back of him could see his prize.
"So you don't forget me."(C) Nameless sneered and the crowed cheered a more.
Ren went to Lee's side, who was still thrashing and screaming on the floor.
'Damn you boy!' thought Ren, 'Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!'
In present time...
Lee fiddle with the spot were his ear had been. He and his comrades sat in front of a fire in the Easterling Camp.
"Hey Lee?;"Asked on of the Easterlings, "We've been here for some time now, but all we've done is train. When are we going to see some action?"
"Maybe they called us in too early." guessed another.
"Nah," Lee folded his arms behind his head and leaned back against a log they had drawn up close to the fire for lounging, "He's saving us for the bigger battles. He called us in now because the more things start to heat up, the harder it will be for us to travel about."
"On the bright side," said Ren,"at least we'll have more time to torment the runt."
"If Shagrat doesn't kill him for not finishing his quota. The runt being the Head Blacksmith and all." Said another.
"Hey! You think he'll let us have some fun withthe bratif they use him for 'sport'."
"No way! Shagrat wont let him be tortured. He'll probably keep the boy as a personal slave."
"A sex slave!" Manta chirped cheerfully.
"Snaga. Orcs say snaga." Ren pointed out.
"A sex snaga!" Manta exclaimed just as cheerfully. They all laughed at that!
There was a gust of wind. The fire jumped. Ren seemed to be the only one to notice as he stared at the fire, waiting for it to happen again.
The others were still laughing but they stopped went Ren's back went rigged. Ren's eyes went wide for a moment. Then he fell face first to the ground. Blood sprayed then gushed from a deep cut in the back of Ren's neck. The ground soaked it up, slowly, like savoring a fine wine.
"Aah!" The one sitting closes to Ren fell forward as well. He had a cut the same as Ren's.
Eyes glowed red in the dark, catching the light from the fire. The color of glowing ambers and fresh spilled blood. The Easterlings leapt to their feet, hands on their weapons.
Nameless stepped into the light of the fire, holding a beautiful sword. Bright carbon steel blade, 3 feet long. The blade was straight and double edged with a cross-guard. The hilt was also steel. Lenin was wrapped around the hilt were the hand went. It was meant for one handed use but could be used two handed if one wanted. There was enough room for that. At the but of the hilt looked to be a dragon's head. The black, wood and wax scabbier that held the sword, was held behind him, resting in the red sash around his waist. He wore a sleeveless black shirt. His sweat pants were also black and loose. Nameless wore no jewelry save for the thick, copper, wire band around his right biceps, in a zigzag pattern. Linen was wrapped around his hands from the knuckles to his elbows. His feet were bare despite the rough terrain.
He was sneering as he approached them. He placed a foot on Ren's skull and stood, putting all his weight on his foot. Ren's head cracked and broke under his foot, blood and bits of Ren's skull stuck to the boy's foot.
The others watched, not sure what to do. They had felt safe in their camp because of Kurama's threat to tell...Shagrat! Nameless was fucked. Both literally and figuratively. And he knew it too! This was his last stand. He no longer had to stay out of trouble for Shagrat. The Easterlings had made sure of that, and without realizing it, had taken away their only protection. These were Lee's thoughts as Nameless approached, feet soaked in blood, bits of flesh clinging to the right ankle. He was smooth, graceful, and full of confidants as well as malice.
"I'm sorry, I must have missed a joke. Would you mind repeating it for me?" He sneered voice mocking, full of amusement. His eyes no longer caught the light of the camp fire. They were filled with his own fire. Burning with hate, malice, condensation, mockery, amusement, sarcasm, and a want and promise of pain and death.
These things shone on the red eyed boys face as clearly as a full moon in the dessert. His hair stood on edge, taking on more of the flame like quality. He flexed his hands. His grin showed his fangs, so well hidden before.
InsideNameless could feel dams breaking, chains snapping, walls falling, his sanity fleeing for dear life as his demon emerged slowly to the surface. Just barley noticeable, only scratching the surface. But there. And that was enough. It had been waiting patiently, never sleeping or resting, waiting for it's boy to break again and let it loose. Wispering inthe ear of his subconscious. Nowthe Demon was ready to come out. The Dragon was hungry.
To Be continued...
To the Reader of this fic:
SKITTLES! Taste the rainbow!
I have a BETA!! Thank you God! And thank you El. Your pen name is to long.
Special thanks to BoromirDefender. You go girl! I don't think he's evil either.
Ok, Defender asked me a few things that I'm going to answer in this fic AN. Here we go!
1. I dressed Nameless the way I did because I wanted to. It the image I have of him and I wanted to put that image in the readers head the best I could. So there!
2. Corsairs of Umbar? Vikings? Sorry no working. I went a little Caribbean because of the way they were dressed in the movie.
3. I'll get to Nameless's origins later in the story. I plan to put hi in other stories so its going to change a few times. But for now he is a human. (Sorta. Don't want to give anything away yet.) A freak of nature is basically what he is.
4. As for the teeth, give me a nail filler and I can do the same. My brother has teeth like that. And my brother's cat is name Nameless. Fun fact!
5. The Eastelings can say things like "punk" and "fuck". The samarias did!
6. Yes, I based mine on the far eastern cultures. The armor reminded me of the Japanese armor. So you can throw your ape shit if ya want, it wont help.
7. The Chinese have female officers.
8. Would anyone care if some kid got raped in Mordor? No not really. But I thought I made it cleare that General Kurama was not like most Easterlings. ALSO, that such things were forbidden to a Easterling officer.
9. She's right! It is Chris Smith. My bad! Sorry!
(A) A old country song my Father listens to. That's all I know about it.
(B) Between a dagger and a sword. Used mostly for defense. Light and easy to use if you know what your doing.
(C)I got this from ANGEL.
(d) In other words,"Get off of me you idiot!"
Notice how I couldn't resist adding the part about the dragon. I love dragons!
-Sneere
Jan. 13, 2005
