Summary: Tristan and Loki are two individuals who meet under strange circumstances, both are somewhat different and they know it. However, perhaps it is destiny that they, along with those of their kind—willingly or not, arrive at a Promise of Vengeance which they must fulfill at all costs.
Author's Notes: Finally, a second part to the story. This fanfic is based of the Online RPG Ragnarok, standard disclaimer applies. The first few parts are a prelude to the story. Hope you like it. Please read and review,
Promise of Vengeance
Chapter II
"Coward!" The wizard sneered, taking the old blue box from the priest's hands to stuff it inside a backpack. "And you call yourself a Knight…jeez…what a weakling!"
"Say that again and I'll stuff that wand of yours down you throat…" the Knight grunted,
They began to move away, the knight lingering behind…his face looking from side to side, his face pinched and pale,
"Hey what's with you?"
The wizard watched his comrade jump, nervously dropping the broad sword in his hand.
"God! I thought I saw something move…" the knight answered,
"You're imagining things…" the wizard muttered irritably.
"I swear…something moved…"
"What the hell is wrong with the both of you?" the priest marched towards the duo angrily, his robes shuffling against the tiles.
Tap…tap…tap…tap…
The trio stiffened, following the direction of the footsteps, their gazes fixated on the spot where they'd killed the nightmare.
Footprints had disturbed the ash where the creature had dissipated.
A cold sweat broke on the Priest's fore,
"Sht" he muttered under his breath, feeling his heart's steadily rising pace pump in his chest.
The Knight shuddered, "I told you! We're not alone here…"
"Shut up the both of you!" The Wizard snapped, "If you're so creeped out, then we'll continue this tomorrow…A good lay with a wench would make you forget this nonsense,"
"Yeah…" the Knight muttered weakly, "Let's just get outta here…"
The sound of footsteps from behind stiffened them in place.
"Hey…" a small voice called, "Why'd you kill it?"
Turning in the direction of the voice, the priest let out a sigh,
"God…its only a boy…"
The Knight snorted, "What in hell are you doing boy! You're giving us a heart attack, get out of the shadows, you look like a ghost!"
He didn't move.
"Hey! Are you deaf!" the Wizard shouted, "Get out of there boy!"
Emerging from the shadows…he revealed himself, his eyes still downcast and fixated on the small swirls of ash played by the few cool whispers inside the small room.
The knight frowned, "You're still a kid…what are you doing here?"
The boy ignored him as he bent down and fingered the broad sword the knight had dropped—his pale hands fingering the hilt of its handle, tracing feathery touches upon its sharp blade, wiping away the trickles and remnants of blood from the nightmare's wounds.
"Hey kid…could you drag that thing over here? If you can lift it, that is…" the knight laughed, his comrades chuckling with him.
The small figured boy gave them a wan smile, he seemed no older than fourteen, yet his body was rail-thin, his skin pale and pasty, his eyes ghostly and hollow as he stared at them. The trio stiffened,
"Stop looking at us that way…" the wizard reproved angrily, his fingers fidgeting as he stared back at the boy's accusing and questioning hollow eyes. He would not stop staring, his mouth frozen in a darkly mysterious smile…
"I said stop staring!" The knight roared as he bounded over to him and slapped him clear across the room. He breathed heavily, panting, he stiffened, coming to his senses, realizing he'd hit a boy…he stared at the thin prone form lying on the cold tiles, and watched it sit back up,
The boy's shoulders heaved steadily as he wiped the trickle of blood from his lip,
"hehehe…" it was the start of giggles, which escalated to full blown laughter,
"What the---" the knight stared,
"That' boy's whack…" the priest whispered,
Words were cut short when they were greeted by the boy's grey-blue eyes and a smile, slightly wider in repressed amusement.
"Hey…" he grinned, staring at them with hollow eyes, "Why didn't you guys answer me?"
The trio stiffened, watching as the boy stood. Wobbling at first before steadying himself straight.
"Why did you kill it? Why kill the nightmare?"
He staggered…his body moving side to side as the hypnotic swing of a pendulum, his pale skin more translucent as it camouflaged with the growing mist within the room.
"Tell me…" he said, raising his smiling face to them, "Would you kill me too?"
TBC