[A/N]
Damn. I can't get rid of these damned plot bunnies! Oh well, guess you guys get another chapter.
Chapter Twelve – Revenge
"What are you doing here, Kelnozz?" Drizzt's voice was soft as he set the tip of Icingdeath in the ground, leaning heavily upon it, yet trying not to appear for it to be so. Pain exploded through his senses, beckoning him to unconsciousness, but the stubborn ranger refused to give in. "I thought that you had been killed in the battle to get me free?"
Kelnozz's smile faded only slightly and he looked at the renegade – completely unfazed. "I thought that you would be showing more respect for me, especially since I gave you so many lessons on learning to hold your tongue." Grinning, he walked tauntingly closer to Drizzt, circling around him. "And besides, your wife's fate rests in you hands."
"What do you mean, Kelnozz?" Drizzt asked slowly, lavender eyes looking at him curiously – untrusting. "Catti-brie's fine."
"If you say so." He smiled as he leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially in the ranger's ear. "But if you look behind you, you will see that you are wrong – very wrong."
Scowling, clutching his shoulder in pain, Drizzt turned around, his eyes widening with fear and disbelief. Ilmaîk grinned from where he was in control of his spell.
A ghost-like figure stood behind a frightened Catti-brie, holding a very solid looking knife against her throat. The familiar amber color in those cold ghost eyes made the ranger's heart stop. He choked back the bile that worked its way into his throat.
A ghostly reincarnation of Zaknafein Do'Urden.
Ilmaîk grinned.
"I thought you said that your wife was safe, Do'Urden?" Kelnozz taunted, grinning sardonically at the enemy he had made while attending the Melee Magthere.
Drizzt had fallen to his knees, despair easily read within the lavender depths of his eyes. He closed them quickly, not wanting anyone else to see the emotion expressed in his eyes. Resting his shaking arms against the ground, trying to hide his pain – both physical and emotional - he spoke quietly.
"Why? Why have you done this?"
The pain was slowly trying to overwhelm him, but reverted back to the expressionless mask that he had adopt to accommodate the torture from the year past. The pain in his heart was too much and tears poured from his lavender eyes at the thought. He looked up into the cold amber eyes that had once looked down upon him with warmth and love – when he had only been five years old and unable to find anyone that would actually love and comfort him.
Kelnozz's eyes smiled down at the pained renegade, nodding slightly and signaling to Ilmaîk. His voice was taunting and the sound caused the ranger too look up at him sharply.
"Thanks to this well-trained wizard, I have control of his spirit. We are planning on taking the body of one of these soldiers for him to use, but we will still control him."
His grin widened as he looked down into those intense lavender orbs. They frightened him, that was true, but now he had the power over him that he had never before imagined. He held the fate of his father's soul, and the life of his wife and unborn child in his hands. He had a lot of things that he could use against the ranger.
Ilmaîk decided to use this opportunity to speak his mind to the ranger. "He'll never be anything more than a puppet. His spirit is completely under my control."
Without warning, the ranger moved faster than Kelnozz could follow to move around him and hold another dagger at his throat, snarling softly, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes.
Catti-brie looked down at her husband. She could see the struggle behind his lavender orbs – could see how he was struggling not to kill whomever it was that he had trapped – the person who was laughing hysterically at the ranger's reaction. Their entire conversation had been in the drow tongue, but she had been able to recognize two choked words that Drizzt had muttered. Zaknafein Do'Urden.
That phrase had caused her to turn around and look at the ghostly figure that was holding a knife to her throat. She gasped slightly in surprise at the familiar facial features. The tall spirit, or whatever it was, bore an incredibly strong resemblance to the elf she loved.
His eyes are shaped the same way that Drizzt's are, and his face is almost exactly the same. Her thoughts whirled as she thought of the inner pain that the ranger must be feeling in his heart – watching as his beloved father held his wife with a dagger to her throat – ready to kill her and she couldn't do anything about it without endangering the child that she carried. They look so much alike – if Zaknafein had been shorter – and his eyes lavender – I probably would've mistaken him for Drizzt. Those eyes are so intense – just like Drizzt's, its unbelievable.
Isn't this a new way to meet your in-laws . . .
Tears sparkling in her sapphire orbs, she raised her eyes too look at the scene that played before her. Drizzt's face had turned to one of the purest rage she had ever seen on those ethereal features. He held the mercenary leader from behind, a dagger at his throat as he spoke quietly in his ear. From the wound that she knew he had sustained earlier, it was a struggle for him to remain upright. She watched as the mercenary nodded slowly and the ghostly figure behind her tightened his hold the dagger, drawing a cut deep enough to draw blood across her neck.
She gasped slightly at the unexpected pain. Catti-brie realized with a start that they were probably going to kill her slowly, and right in front of her husband's eyes.
"What are you going to do now, Do'Urden, kill me?" Kelnozz asked, smirking sardonically at the ranger. A slight growl confirmed his suspicions. (A/N: I've been reading too many Inu-Yasha fics) "I see. Only, there's a single problem with you doing that."
"I don't see why I can't."
The smirk widened. "Oh, but I can, Ranger Do'Urden." It was Ilmaîk that replied. Drizzt turned sharply to him. "You see, I have complete control over Zaknafein's actions. He'll do anything that I ask of him." A smirk appeared on his ebon-skinned face. "Including, kill your wife and your" – something evil flickered within those crimson eyes – "unborn child."
Drizzt's lavender eyes widened. How could they possibly know? He thought, his grip on his dagger loosening ever so slightly. How could he have possibly known that Cat's carrying our first child? The same thought flickered through his mind as he tried to calm his shaking hands. How could he have known?
Catti-brie's thoughts echoed those of her husband and she moved one of her hands to settle on her small, round belly. She met Drizzt's eyes from across the clearing. Kelnozz laughed sardonically and moved ever so slightly under the ranger's grip.
"I'll kill the both of you before you are able to do any such thing." His voice was soft and dangerous – Ilmaîk shivered at the coldness in the tone. Kelnozz's smirk only widened further.
Ilmaîk spoke. "All I have to do is utter a single word and he'll cut her throat. Only one word, Ranger Do'Urden. It doesn't matter if you manage to kill the both of us or not, she'll still die and your father's soul will be lost without me to cast him back to the Abyss."
Drizzt took a deep breath, trying to gather his thought, but his captive's voice rang clearly through his mind as he spoke.
"That being explained, I suggest that you release me, Do'Urden, before something terrible happens to your darling Catti-brie and your child."
Catti-brie shook her head sadly. She didn't want him to do this. This isn't right, he shouldn't be doing this, her mind told her, but she was too late.
Tears in his eyes at being forced into something, Drizzt reluctantly took his knife from Kelnozz's throat, shaking violently from pain and exertion. He could feel the blood pouring down his back from his wounds. He knew that he needed to get some kind of treatment soon, but he didn't know where to get it.
As he stepped back from the mercenary leader, something hard came crashing against the back of his skull.
Everything went black and the merciful darkness claimed him.
Catti-brie cried out when she saw Drizzt's eyes roll into the back of his head and he crumpled before her. Zaknafein's hand tightened on her arm, preventing her from rushing forward. Kelnozz smirked as he walked closer to her, purposely stepping on the ranger's deathly still form. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked at her still husband.
"Well, well, if this isn't the lovely Catti-brie." She scowled and slapped him – hard – leaving behind her hand print – clearly visible on his cheek. He only smirked. "You are a feisty one, aren't you?" Turning back to one of the soldiers holding a stained clothe in his hands, he nodded. "You know what to do."
The soldier strode forward, bringing the stained clothe level with her mouth and nose. She struggled desperately against her captor's grip, recognizing the smell of the drug – Drizzt had told her about it. The soldier roughly pulled her hair back and pressed the clothe against her mouth and nose.
Darkness came up and swallowed her.
[A/N]
Well, people, how did you like that? I did because I'm finally getting into the storyline. Well, I don't know if this'll be the last chapter before I leave, so, TTFN, I'll hopefully be adding another before I leave. Please review! It feeds the plot bunnies and plot hamsters!
Damn. I can't get rid of these damned plot bunnies! Oh well, guess you guys get another chapter.
Chapter Twelve – Revenge
"What are you doing here, Kelnozz?" Drizzt's voice was soft as he set the tip of Icingdeath in the ground, leaning heavily upon it, yet trying not to appear for it to be so. Pain exploded through his senses, beckoning him to unconsciousness, but the stubborn ranger refused to give in. "I thought that you had been killed in the battle to get me free?"
Kelnozz's smile faded only slightly and he looked at the renegade – completely unfazed. "I thought that you would be showing more respect for me, especially since I gave you so many lessons on learning to hold your tongue." Grinning, he walked tauntingly closer to Drizzt, circling around him. "And besides, your wife's fate rests in you hands."
"What do you mean, Kelnozz?" Drizzt asked slowly, lavender eyes looking at him curiously – untrusting. "Catti-brie's fine."
"If you say so." He smiled as he leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially in the ranger's ear. "But if you look behind you, you will see that you are wrong – very wrong."
Scowling, clutching his shoulder in pain, Drizzt turned around, his eyes widening with fear and disbelief. Ilmaîk grinned from where he was in control of his spell.
A ghost-like figure stood behind a frightened Catti-brie, holding a very solid looking knife against her throat. The familiar amber color in those cold ghost eyes made the ranger's heart stop. He choked back the bile that worked its way into his throat.
A ghostly reincarnation of Zaknafein Do'Urden.
Ilmaîk grinned.
"I thought you said that your wife was safe, Do'Urden?" Kelnozz taunted, grinning sardonically at the enemy he had made while attending the Melee Magthere.
Drizzt had fallen to his knees, despair easily read within the lavender depths of his eyes. He closed them quickly, not wanting anyone else to see the emotion expressed in his eyes. Resting his shaking arms against the ground, trying to hide his pain – both physical and emotional - he spoke quietly.
"Why? Why have you done this?"
The pain was slowly trying to overwhelm him, but reverted back to the expressionless mask that he had adopt to accommodate the torture from the year past. The pain in his heart was too much and tears poured from his lavender eyes at the thought. He looked up into the cold amber eyes that had once looked down upon him with warmth and love – when he had only been five years old and unable to find anyone that would actually love and comfort him.
Kelnozz's eyes smiled down at the pained renegade, nodding slightly and signaling to Ilmaîk. His voice was taunting and the sound caused the ranger too look up at him sharply.
"Thanks to this well-trained wizard, I have control of his spirit. We are planning on taking the body of one of these soldiers for him to use, but we will still control him."
His grin widened as he looked down into those intense lavender orbs. They frightened him, that was true, but now he had the power over him that he had never before imagined. He held the fate of his father's soul, and the life of his wife and unborn child in his hands. He had a lot of things that he could use against the ranger.
Ilmaîk decided to use this opportunity to speak his mind to the ranger. "He'll never be anything more than a puppet. His spirit is completely under my control."
Without warning, the ranger moved faster than Kelnozz could follow to move around him and hold another dagger at his throat, snarling softly, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes.
Catti-brie looked down at her husband. She could see the struggle behind his lavender orbs – could see how he was struggling not to kill whomever it was that he had trapped – the person who was laughing hysterically at the ranger's reaction. Their entire conversation had been in the drow tongue, but she had been able to recognize two choked words that Drizzt had muttered. Zaknafein Do'Urden.
That phrase had caused her to turn around and look at the ghostly figure that was holding a knife to her throat. She gasped slightly in surprise at the familiar facial features. The tall spirit, or whatever it was, bore an incredibly strong resemblance to the elf she loved.
His eyes are shaped the same way that Drizzt's are, and his face is almost exactly the same. Her thoughts whirled as she thought of the inner pain that the ranger must be feeling in his heart – watching as his beloved father held his wife with a dagger to her throat – ready to kill her and she couldn't do anything about it without endangering the child that she carried. They look so much alike – if Zaknafein had been shorter – and his eyes lavender – I probably would've mistaken him for Drizzt. Those eyes are so intense – just like Drizzt's, its unbelievable.
Isn't this a new way to meet your in-laws . . .
Tears sparkling in her sapphire orbs, she raised her eyes too look at the scene that played before her. Drizzt's face had turned to one of the purest rage she had ever seen on those ethereal features. He held the mercenary leader from behind, a dagger at his throat as he spoke quietly in his ear. From the wound that she knew he had sustained earlier, it was a struggle for him to remain upright. She watched as the mercenary nodded slowly and the ghostly figure behind her tightened his hold the dagger, drawing a cut deep enough to draw blood across her neck.
She gasped slightly at the unexpected pain. Catti-brie realized with a start that they were probably going to kill her slowly, and right in front of her husband's eyes.
"What are you going to do now, Do'Urden, kill me?" Kelnozz asked, smirking sardonically at the ranger. A slight growl confirmed his suspicions. (A/N: I've been reading too many Inu-Yasha fics) "I see. Only, there's a single problem with you doing that."
"I don't see why I can't."
The smirk widened. "Oh, but I can, Ranger Do'Urden." It was Ilmaîk that replied. Drizzt turned sharply to him. "You see, I have complete control over Zaknafein's actions. He'll do anything that I ask of him." A smirk appeared on his ebon-skinned face. "Including, kill your wife and your" – something evil flickered within those crimson eyes – "unborn child."
Drizzt's lavender eyes widened. How could they possibly know? He thought, his grip on his dagger loosening ever so slightly. How could he have possibly known that Cat's carrying our first child? The same thought flickered through his mind as he tried to calm his shaking hands. How could he have known?
Catti-brie's thoughts echoed those of her husband and she moved one of her hands to settle on her small, round belly. She met Drizzt's eyes from across the clearing. Kelnozz laughed sardonically and moved ever so slightly under the ranger's grip.
"I'll kill the both of you before you are able to do any such thing." His voice was soft and dangerous – Ilmaîk shivered at the coldness in the tone. Kelnozz's smirk only widened further.
Ilmaîk spoke. "All I have to do is utter a single word and he'll cut her throat. Only one word, Ranger Do'Urden. It doesn't matter if you manage to kill the both of us or not, she'll still die and your father's soul will be lost without me to cast him back to the Abyss."
Drizzt took a deep breath, trying to gather his thought, but his captive's voice rang clearly through his mind as he spoke.
"That being explained, I suggest that you release me, Do'Urden, before something terrible happens to your darling Catti-brie and your child."
Catti-brie shook her head sadly. She didn't want him to do this. This isn't right, he shouldn't be doing this, her mind told her, but she was too late.
Tears in his eyes at being forced into something, Drizzt reluctantly took his knife from Kelnozz's throat, shaking violently from pain and exertion. He could feel the blood pouring down his back from his wounds. He knew that he needed to get some kind of treatment soon, but he didn't know where to get it.
As he stepped back from the mercenary leader, something hard came crashing against the back of his skull.
Everything went black and the merciful darkness claimed him.
Catti-brie cried out when she saw Drizzt's eyes roll into the back of his head and he crumpled before her. Zaknafein's hand tightened on her arm, preventing her from rushing forward. Kelnozz smirked as he walked closer to her, purposely stepping on the ranger's deathly still form. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked at her still husband.
"Well, well, if this isn't the lovely Catti-brie." She scowled and slapped him – hard – leaving behind her hand print – clearly visible on his cheek. He only smirked. "You are a feisty one, aren't you?" Turning back to one of the soldiers holding a stained clothe in his hands, he nodded. "You know what to do."
The soldier strode forward, bringing the stained clothe level with her mouth and nose. She struggled desperately against her captor's grip, recognizing the smell of the drug – Drizzt had told her about it. The soldier roughly pulled her hair back and pressed the clothe against her mouth and nose.
Darkness came up and swallowed her.
[A/N]
Well, people, how did you like that? I did because I'm finally getting into the storyline. Well, I don't know if this'll be the last chapter before I leave, so, TTFN, I'll hopefully be adding another before I leave. Please review! It feeds the plot bunnies and plot hamsters!