Howday everyone! I'm back with a story update! Now, to clear up a tad bit of confusion, I made a typo towards the end of my previous chapter, it said, "suddenly they were surrounded by 2 sheikah bandits" I meant to put twelve but, apparantly, I missed the one. Heh –smiles sheepishly- but, at any rate, here's a nifty chapter for ya peopsels! Enjoy!
Darkness. Silence, darkness, and a cold hard floor beneath him. Then, slowly, reality began to leak into focus, and Darreth saw where he was. He was in a cell, a large one, with his companions lying strewn about, also unconscious. He sat there, rubbing the back of his neck, where it seemed like he was hit. "There musta been more of them hiding in the shadows… I got hit with a blunted arrow." He said softly to himself. He looked to Milane, who still had his jacket on. "Good! You're safe!" He said out loud, waking her up, and she blinked at him.
"Huh? Why would you care if I'm safe?" She asked, a creep of red entering her cheeks. He looked at her with a childish smile. "Because my jacket has all my toys in it." And she rubbed her head. "Whatever… what happened?" She asked, taking off his jacket, throwing it to him. He caught it, and began to rummage through what seemed like and endless amount of pockets. "Start waking up the others, we're busting out." He said to Milane, who frowned at him. "And who the hell do you think you are, the leader?" And Darreth shrugged. "Well, unless we have any other assasins that can pick locks, I guess I'll have to." She scowled as she reluctantly woke everyone up.
"DAMMIT! They took my stuff! THE BASTARDS!" He said, Throwing on his jacket hastily, and began rummaging throuh-hidden compartments in his boots and pants. "They took EVERYTHING!" He yelled in frustration, and everyone stared at him, and then at a dark corner where they heard a groan, and then a hiccup. "Ey, can't ya be quiet?" They heard slurring, as a tall hylian crawled out of the corner, reeking of whiskey, with a jug of it in his hand.
Alayna twitched. "It's him, the maniac from the swamp." She said softly, and Onaka looked at her. "Wha-!" and the hylian smiled at the group. "Ello everyone –hic- my name's Jeremy!" and Alayna smacked her forehead. "What ARE you doing in here, Jeremy? You were in the swamps last time I saw you, looking for your horse." She said, and he nodded, with another hiccup. "Yup. –hic- I found her, but she ran away, and I had to chase her through the swamp, -hic- the plains, -hic- then into these forests, -hic- where these here bandits attacked me, and took my Clemmy away from me and made me angry." He said with a childish smile. Alayna looked at him cautiously.
"What'd you do?" And he smiled. "I killed –hic- about thirty of them." He said, smiling taking a deep swig from his jug, and everyone twitched, and then they heard a door up the hallway creak open, and then footfalls. Three Sheikah bandits, two being monstrously large, and the one in the middle skinny and bearing keys. Jeremy wobbled towards the bars. "Hey, mister, could you let me out?" He asked, with a lopsided smile, and heavy eyelids. The one in the middle laughed. "Bull shit. You killed a lot of our men. And gimme that, you're not supposed to have liquor in the cell." He said, quickly snatching the jug from Jeremy through the bars.
Jeremy twitched horribly in his right eye. "Hey, that's mine, give it back." He said, clearly, and the Sheik smiled devilishly. "Oo, I think I got him angry." He said taking a dirnk from the bottle, and then emptying it on the ground. "Oops." And suddenly, Jeremy roared in anger, and his mass seemed to double, as he shot his arm through the bars until it reached the sheikah's throat, in which he closed his hand around, and slammed his face into the bars repeatedly, until the guard went limp. "AARGHH!" He yelled, smashing through the bars, and tackling the big guard on the left, swiftly slitting his throat with a concealed knife, and then, chased down the other guard, who had left in fear.
Every sat there, dazed. Alayna blinked. "Ok, that was… strange at the best. Let's get going before more people come…" She said, and Darreth found his voice. "Good idea." And he snagged a handful of darts from the guards and some dueling knives. "Um, Darreth. What about the rest of us? We need weapons too." Tyrus said bluntly, and Darreth nodded. "Yup, I know, I'm already workign on it." He said, motioning them to stay at the cells entrance. He looked through the cell door's small glass pane, and he moved out of view of it, and knocked on the glass three times, and whispered for them to hide in the cell. A guard opened the door, Darreth hidiing behind it, knife ready. "I heard a knocking noise from over here…" the guard said, and he closed the door bhind him.
"Curiosity killed the cat." Darreth said, wrapping his arm tightly around the guards arms, and placing the knife at his throat. The gray haired sheikah grinned from under his black mouth wrap. "Not in this case." He said, making Darreth wonder what he meant, but then, the man broke his grip, drove an elbow into his gut, knocked the knife from his hand into the air, then grabbing his arm, and with a monstous show of strength, threw him onto the ground in frotn of him, and caught the knife, and thrusted it at his throat, but Darreth thought quick and caught the sheik by the wrist.
The young sheikah was about his age, with olive eyes, and grey hair that fell into his eyes, except a headband was keeping the strands from his eyes. "Hn…" Darreth groaned, as he tried to keep the dagger from driving into his throat. Inside the cell, they were waiting patiently for him. Milane whispered to Tyrus. "Whats going on? Whats taking him?" She asked. Tyrus shrugged and glimpsed at her from within his hood. "He's probably gathering our weapons from where they're being held. He probably told us to stay here so we didn't get in the way…" He said, not realizing that Darreth was in danger. Milane looked impatient, and tapped her foot, looking around frustrated, as if plagued by some insatiable itch within her mind.
"Don't care, I'm going to check whats going on." She said, as she walked into the hallway, where the silent battle was being waged. "Oh god." She said, running at the sheik who had begun to pierce Darreth's neck, and she let loose a viscious kick to the sheik's face who did a complete backflip from the sheer force. "Oh, Goddesses… are you ok!" She asked, worried. Darreth gurgled a little, and spit up some blood, and held his hand to the small cut in his throat, which thankfully, wasn't that deep, but was bleeding quite a bit.
"DO I LOOK FINE!" He rasped, a pool of blood forming in his hands. The others poured out of the cell, and apparantly, the Sheikah was unconscious, blood dribbling down his face from the intense kick aimed at his nose. Tyrus turned white at he sight of the amount of blood pouring down his friends hands, and onto his shirt, and Darreth himself was turning white, but the glow in his red eyes still present. Kaiaru nearly fainted, and had to hold onto Dirth for support. Darreth blinked. "What? It's just a tiny wound." He said with a small grin. "I've lived through worse." He added, and Milane sighed. "Moron." She said, walking over to onaka. "Can you use healing magic?" And the frightened Onaka.
"Yeah…" He said, and he walked over to Darreth. "M-move your hands please…" and Darreth reluctantly did so, and there it was, a cut in his throat slowly draining his blood. "Hurry up, I'm losing waay too much blood…" Darreth said weakly. Onaka nodded, and moved his hand over his throat, and there was a cold breeze, and from Onaka's hand, there was a green glow that enveloped the wound, and closed it. "It's not the best magic, so you'll have to bind it too." He said, and he nodded, and reached into his tobe, but realized he didn't have his equipment.
"Eh… no gauze." He said, weakely, the wound taking it toll on him. His skin was almost as white as his hair, and everyone was silent. Milane took action. "Excuse me, prince." She said, ripping three inchess of fabric off the bottom of his long cloak, and began to wrap it around his neck, and tied it in the back. "Better?" She asked, warmly, despite the fact that she hated his race's guts. But she'll make an exception just this once, just with this one person. She had to. He nodded slowly. "Uh-huh." He seemed in a daze, and he stood up slowly, and walked towards the unconscious sheik.
"Wake up." He said firmly, his expression hard as stone, picking him up by the collar, as he smacked him sharply across the face. The sheikah blinked, and gasped at the deathly looking sheik glaring down at him. "Do you know what it's like, to be omn the verge of death? TO actually feel the creeping cold sensation as you're life begins to escape through your open wound? To feel the very warmth of life leave you? I do. It's not very pleasant." He said, running the cold tip of the dagger across the sheikah's neck gingerly. "You're not happy, huh?" he said softly with a faint grin. Darreth shook his head, pointing the dagger under his chin.
"I'm rather pissed, actually." He said, and the sheikah squealed. "Ok! Ok! I get the point! Dammit, that wasn't a very good thing to say… er… how bout I join you? I'd like to live!" He said, and Darreth thought. "Do you still live by the Sheikah code?" and he nodded quickly. "Yes, the boss requires we do, or we die. Theres not many options here…" he said, and Darreth smiled. "Ok then, I spare you, you swaer an oth to serve me til I need you no longer." And he nodded. "I swear on my name!" and Darreth threw him into the metal door. "Good. Now, lead us to the place where our stuff is held." And Dirth walked up to him, and stared him down. "And don't try anything funny, or we'll make sure you don't live." He said with a smile, cracking his neck, Milane cracking her knuckles, Alanya fingering her knife.
"Or, we could just make you have lots of fun in the sheikah prison camp, working off the rest of your life, on charges of defecting against the Sheikah government." Tyrus said. Kaiaru smiled. "Well, enough death threats, lets just get to know the person's name, and let's get out of here." And the Sheikah sighed picking himself, up, cracking his nose into place winking at Milane. She scowled. "The name's Reic. The best thief you'll find in all of hyrule." And Milan chuckled. "I doubt it, I do believe the best thieves are the Gerudo, not you stinking filthy Sheikah." And Darreth cleared his throat, and spit up some blood. "I hope you know, I am a sheik." And she grinned. "Don't you worry, you a little better than him." She said with a grin at him.
"A little?" He said with a raised eyebrow. "Well, you kinda did almost get killed by him…" Dirth said. Darreth frowned. "Shut it." Then he looked Reic. "Lead us to our weapons." And Reic nodded. "This way, your highness." He said, and Darreth followed him, along with the rest of the group. Darreth hung behind a little, as Reic lead. He turned to Milane. "Thanks." And she blinked. "Huh?" She asked, confised. "For helping me out back there, syou saved me. I owe ya." He said, turning around, and following Reic. "Hey, stupid." She said, and he turned around.
"What?" He said with a grin. "Gimme your knives." and Darreth blinked. "Why?" He asked. "Because you're an idiot, and you'll probably rush into battle when you see the first opponent. You're reckless like that, and if I just saved you, you better not kill yourself, or I'll kill you." and Darreth laughed, and then, coughed up more blood. "Fine, fine. Here." he said, handing them to her. She reached behind him, and pulled one from the back of his belt. "Damn." he said, and she laughed. "Get moving." She said, kicking him lightly.
"HEY! LOVEBIRDS! HURRY UP!" Kaiaru called out to them, and Darreth growled. "EXCUSE ME FISH BAIT!" He said, spit flying from his mouth, mixed with blood. Milane hit him on the back. "Man, calm down! You'll end up killing yourself at this rate." She said, and Darreth growled, not hearing her, and chased down Kaiaru. Milane shook her head. "He's like a child." She said, running to catch up to them. Reic lead them to a gloomy corridor. Then they heard a shuffling of feet as they walked through. "Reic, you led us into an ambush, you dirty bastard." Darreth rasped.
He smiled. "Yup!" and out of the shadows, rushed a horde of sheikah dashing towards them. Reic charged at Darreth, who reached for his daggers, but realized that he had given them to Milane. "Shit." and just as Reic slashed at him, Dirth jumped in fronr of him, and the dagger snapped on him. "Wrong move." He said, as he let loose a hook that collided with his chest. Everyone else began to take formations against the oncoming horde of sheikahs, and braced themselves.
That's it for today! Well, I've got to go sleep, (judging from the fact its like 10 o clock...) so leave me a prettyful review, please and thank you!