Torn winced at the pain created by the needle constantly jabbing into his skin, almost two years had passed and he was receiving tattoos down his arms. He already got them on his chest about nine or ten months ago and the tattoo guy was blending the old ones on his shoulders with the new ones on his aems. He had been sitting in that chair for almost two hours now and it was nearly done. It all centering in a hallow circle in the middle of his chest. Kinda looked like his forehead a bit. His muscles tensed as the needle went over a sensitive part and he cringed but just like the last time he never made a noise.
About twenty minutes later Torn sat up in the chair and the tats were finally completely done. He laid in the chair for a couple seconds after just to take it all in. Sitting up he winced and slowly pulled his shirt back on the man was talking to him about some of the new things that was happening in the guard. Torn just nodded, the guy was nice but he really didn't feel like talking right now.
"So they say tha' all these metal 'eads are breakin' through the city walls. I tell ye, if I was still in the guard this neva woulda 'appened." He said organizing some of his needles.
"I doubt there's getting' that far in the city, I haven't seen one here in weeks." Torn replied.
"Yeah, bu' they say the Barron struck a deal wit um, see? Supplyin' eco an' stuff."
"Rumors, that's all they are, just rumors."
"Ah…" He waved his hand at Torn dismissing what he said. "Ya can think what ye want. Bu' I know wha's really goin' on 'round 'ere. Bu' anyway, wha' 'ave ye been up to?"
"Nothin', Errol's still bein' as ass though." Torn said, by now he and Errol harley ever talked to each other. Errol got too rolled up with his job and now was in second command next to the Barron. Torn, although wasn't as high ranking as Errol, still did have control over a good portion of the guard.
Marcus and Aaron still talked to him every now and then. They were both Krimzon Guards now along with most of the other people they were in the guard with. They usually stuck together, always patrolling together and everything. That's how Torn thought he and Errol would be when they were in the guard, obviously it didn't work out that way.
"Where ya 'eaded now?" He looked up at Torn.
"Patrol maybe, got nothing to do really." Torn said. "I'll see ya." He said as he headed to the door.
"See ya." He replied as he turned on the small TV in the room. Sometimes it got quite boring when no one was getting a tattoo done.
Torn walked out around the city making sure everything was in order. He smiled seeing that the guard straightened up and became more serious as he passed by. He liked having authority and controlling things. 'Natural Leadership Skills' is what everybody called it.
He walked down to the bar he usually hug out in during his free time, it was the same bar he, Aaron, Vee and Marcus always used to go to. He walked up to the bar and sat down ordering a beer. He sighed and placed his hand to his arm still feeling the slight burning from the tattoos. When he got it right as he was about to take his first drink he stopped and began to eavesdrop on the elves a couple seats away from him but he continued to drink and not look there way as not to raise suspicion.
"Yeah, the Barron's got something going on down there. Two years ago the metalheads were attacking almost none stop now suddenly they stop attacking? It's just not right." Said one man.
"You're right, and he's getting' all this eco, what in the name of Mar is he doin' with it all?" said another.
"But how do we know? Do we really have any proof?" This man was obviously the more kind of person who had to see things to believe it.
"Of course we have proof, my friend works for the guard, he says that the Barron is doing something about dark eco injections. Now you can't tell me that's not insane," said the first man.
"Please, it's all just rumors and speculations. When I get some hard proof I'll believe it."
"Hard proof, come on, start thinking about things you can't see. I even heard that there's a man wandering around he looking for people to rise up against the Barron." He said.
"Wouldn't doubt it," said the second. "Some of the citizens really hate this guy. Personally I think he's horrible, Damas was a much better ruler."
"Watch what you say might be a KG in here." The first said laughing.
"Well I like the Barron, he managed to stop all the metalhead attacks and I'll thankful for that."
"Yeah whatever."
Torn couldn't hear the rest, a bunch of boys came into the bar and began making a scene. Torn prayed that he wouldn't have to break up some stupid pointless bar fight, he hated doing that he would much rather watch it. Sometimes he did but if he was ever reported doing that he could get in some trouble.
He chugged his beer and got up to leave the bar not wanted to be around in case a fight did break out. Getting on his zoomer he headed over to the palace, maybe he could find Ashelin. Over the years she had warmed up to him a lot and learned to dislike Errol greatly. He flew through the city at a faster speed then what you were supposed to. He always hated the speed limit in this city, if he ever had the power he would defiantly raise it up.
When he reached the palace he used his security pass and walked in, looking around he saw a few KG's walking around not paying much attention to him.
"Hey, ya seen Ashelin?" He asked the nearest.
"No," he said looking up from a file he was looking at and Torn began to leave. "Oh, Torn?"
"Yea?" he said turning back around.
"What's the Barron planning to do with that boy?"
"What boy?" Torn asked suspiciously.
"When I was with Errol and a few other guards yesterdaypicked up some kid on the street. Errol said the Barron wanted him, he wouldn't tell us why. Just thought ya might know."
"I didn't know anything about this." Torn said confused, usually he knew everything that was going on around here. He jogged over to the elevator and pressed the button when the doors opened he walked in and pressed the button to go up to the throne room.
When the doors opened Errol walked in, deciding that Errol was just as good to ask about this as the Barron was Torn stayed but stopped the elevator when the doors closed so they would have time to talk.
"What the hells goin' on?" He asked Errol harshly.
"I'm afraid I have no idea what you're getting at." Errol replied calmly and being smug.
"Oh shut up, why does the Barron want that kid? What did he do?"
"This is none of your business, we do what the Barron wants it isn't out place to ask questions."
"But you know, you know exactly what he's planning." Torn said angrily. "What the hell aren't you telling me Errol!" he yelled.
Errol sighed and made the elevator begin moving again. "Just to let you know, the Barron wants to see you in the holding cells." Errol said before he stepped out leaving a still very confused Torn.
Torn did not like to be confused, he hated it. And he hated the fact that Errol was keeping him in the dark even more. He pressed the button to go to the level the holding cells were on. He hadn't been in that room in ages, he never had to. Why would the Barron want to see him there anyway?
AN: Okay finally an update is here. My other fic was once again givin me some trouble so ya know. And I am sorry this was so short I just kinda wanted to get it done. I hope it wasn't that bad and now you all won't shun me or something. But I guess I have to thank the people who reviewed now, Ecohorse and Scarlet Fall thanks very much! Well I'll try and update sooner, I see you guys later.