fine and dandy: LOL. Yes, I admit I was thinking about 'Hannibal' when I was writing that. A lot of my ideas come from movies. :D
Chapter Eight
It was the day before Ilivarra's graduation. Five grueling years had been dedicated to her training, and the drow was more than ready to leave the academy. As she sat in front of Malice's chambers and waited for her teacher to give her the details of her final test, several memories of years floated through her mind.
Ilivarra sat in her 'room.' It had been a long day, and she was happy to finally relax. She had just lit a cigarette when Malice appeared at the entrance to the room. The trainer's crimson eyes widened when she saw the cigarette. "ZAR BASTE!" She screamed.
With strength Ili didn't know her teacher possessed, Malice leaped across the pit, knocked the cigarette out of Ili's hand, grabbed Ili by the arm, leapt back across the pit, and began to drag the student out of the chambers.
Malice finally stopped dragging Ilivarra when she reached the roof of the academy. Ili let out a yelp of surprise as Malice grabbed her ankles and dangled her off of the roof.
"What is the one thing that I hate above all things?"
"Wavy hair? Women with bigger boobs than you? Me? I'm stumped." Ili said dryly.
Malice snarled and let go of Ili's leg. Ili barely had time to cry out before Malice reached out and grabbed her right ankle, stopping her fall. "WHAT IS THE ONE THING I HATE ABOVE ALL OTHER THINGS, ZAR BASTE?" Malice roared.
"Weakness."
"And what is smoking, Zar Baste?"
"Weakness." Ili said from behind clenched teeth.
"And what are you going to do about it?"
"Quit."
"Good." Malice pulled her onto the roof. "Or else I won't catch you next time."
Ili looked down at the twenty-story fall and frowned.
Malice stepped out of her room and stood in front of Ili.
Ili nodded to her. "What is my final test?"
Malice smiled cruelly. "Dilafae wishes for you to run one final obstacle course, but I have a test that is far more suited to your abilities."
"Go on."
"You will help me overthrow Dilafae, Zar Baste. I shall become the new head trainer and I will graduate you."
"What's to stop me from telling Dilafae about your treachery?"
Malice chuckled. "Very good, Zar Baste. You haven't forgotten what I taught you about the art of deception. However, you have forgotten about NEVER REVEALING YOUR PLANS TO A POTENTIAL ENEMY!" She reached out and slapped Ili across the face.
Ili knew better than to try to block the blow. An uneasiness settled over her,not because of the blow. She rarely slipped up now, but when she did, Malicewould be sure to catch on.Your heart is stained with love and trust, Malice had told her student. Ili needed to erase it from her soul for the sake of her new career. But for now, her attention was focused on Malice's words.
"You will benefit greatly from this. You will gain experience that will be necessary for fighting Besair. You will gain status within the academy, the opportunity of becoming a trainer will be open to you someday. But no doubt you are most interested in the fact that I can convince our great Valsharess to give you Besair's location more quickly than you could ever hope to receive while under Dilafae's command."
Ilivarra surveyed Malice for several seconds. The younger drow slowly nodded. "Tell me your plan then."
"Come into my chambers. I will explain it in detail."
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Ilivarra crept towards Dilafae's chambers. She had been surprised at how effective Malice's plan was. She had successfully managed to dissuade most of the other lesser trainers from siding with Dilafae. Maya was the only one who refused to join with Malice. The lesser instructor was currently guarding the room that Dilafae was supposedly in. Ili's mission was to dispose of Maya.
Maya stood outside the room, waiting for Ilivarra. Her two knives were unsheathed, and her single navy blue eye bored into Ili.
Ili took out her own knives. "Maya."
Maya nodded. "Zar Baste."
They slowly began to circle each other. Without warning, Maya struck at Ili. Ili quickly dodged. She knew that Maya was faster and more experienced than her, and that she would have to be as cautious as possible in this fight.
Maya aimed another blow at Ili. Ilivarra dodged this blow as well. They continued their graceful performance for some time, landing only a few blows with neither drow weakening.
"There's something I've been wondering, Maya." Ili said as she circled her former teacher.
"What is it?"
"What exactly did you say to Malice that provoked her into taking out your eye?"
Maya smiled bitterly. "I called her a weak, fucked-up cunt."
Ilivarra winced. "Just had to throw in 'weak' didn't you?"
"You know what I gonna do?" Maya asked.
Ili tightened her grasp on her blades. "Tell me."
"I'm gonna kill that weak, fucked-up cunt. Right after I kill you. Because you are every bit the cunt Malice is."
Ili chuckled. "I suppose that means Malice did an excellent job of training me." She quickly swung at Maya's head.
Maya used both of her daggers to block Ili's blade. "Yes, but not well enough."
With an incredible burst of speed, Ilislammed her knee intoMaya's exposed abdomen. While the trainer was caught off guard,she held up one bladeto block any potential attacks andplunged her other dagger into Maya's remaining eye. "I think you're wrong about that." she said calmly.
Maya let out a shriek. "YOU CUNT! FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING CUNT FROM HELL!" She clutched at her bleeding eye socket, sobbing hysterically at the total loss of her eyes. The tears she shed only worsened the pain, causing her to scream even more. "DAMN YOU! YOU ASS-FUCKING BITCH!"
Ili watched coldly as the trainer snarled and looked for her former student, soon growing tired of Maya's shrill cries of rage. She cast a quick strength spell, then slammed her fist into Maya's face, rendering the blinded drow unconscious. Ili smirked at Maya's unmoving form. "Who's the weak, fucked-up cunt now?"
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Hours later, Malice, the other instructors, and Ili stood in front of Maya and Dilafae.
Malice spoke, "The fates of Maya and Dilafae have been decided. Maya shall be spared from death. She will now continue her life with the aspects of blindness, suffering, and complete understanding of the concept of loyalty to me alone. Dilafae however, shall suffer a death at my hands."
She forced Dilafae to kneel in front of her. Dilafae did so, her face remaining as cold as always. Malice slowly split her abdomen open, grinning at the torrents of blood that spilled from the wound. Dilafae did not cry out, nor did she say a single word. The defeated head instructor was silent throughout the whole ordeal, even when Malice reached inside the wound and ripped out her intestines.
Malice took out a scroll and cast a spell. She smiled as the body of Dilafae rose to the ceiling. A loud crack was heard as Dilafae's arms twisted around themselves, causing wounds serious enough to make the bones cut through and stick out from her dark flesh. Her own limbs were what tied her to the ceiling, but she still did not cry out. Malice stood underneath Dilafae. She jumped and grabbed the sides of Dilafae's open wound, pulling it so that it grew even larger and several of Dilafae's internal organs spilled out, soon followed by a small storm of blood. Malice grinned maliciously as the scarlet liquid covered her, taking pride in her new status as a teacher as well as the brutality of the kill she had just inflicted.
Ili looked up at the now dead former instructor. Dilafae had remained silent throughout the entire process of her death, her expression never changing from her customary icy and emotionless mask. Even in death, the expression remained. An involuntary shiver ran up Ili's spine, one of the many shivers that Ili had experienced in the presence of the former head instructor. The shivers occurred when Dilafae was alive, and would continue after her death.
