Chap 7: A Terrifying Night
(A/N) Hello everyone! You guys should check out my Slender fanfic "Let Me Go!" You guys might like it, but I'm not positive. Anyways, this takes place during the night, when Link and Dark Link were sleeping. If it's visceral, I did my job right. I chose to write this chapter from a first-person Dimesia point of view. Hope you enjoy!
Italics means thoughts or someone is speaking sharply, or it means someone has spoken Hylian. It can also mean a flashback. Bold means an author's note, which I will seldom use. Underlined text implies importance. I am unlikely to remember that. Have fun!
Oh, and I don't own any piece of The Legend of Zelda. I own, literally, more air than Zelda.
Why did I come here? Was it that they were here? Or was it that the dark one's girl was ahead? Maybe I just wanted to do some damage. I don't think it matters, why I came here. All that matters is what happens next. And, more importantly, what happens after that.
I began walking, taking my sweet time, playing my wounded girl routine. It worked, of course, and I played it as long as I could, using my naturally good acting skills. Oh, how foolish these mortals are. Within twenty minutes, I was in a warm tent, covered in a blanket, drinking alcohol of some sort to numb the pain from my "arrow wound", and being politely interrogated. "I don't know," I kindly replied when they asked me who attacked me. "Why is someone like yourself out here, alone, in the dead of night?" they asked, as if I was some sort of defenseless flower. "Just out for a nice stroll, I guess," I said, the faux-kindness quickly fading from me. A little too quick, I thought. "Ma'am, what is your name?" one asked, probably unknowing of the fact that it was his last question. My eyes flashed red briefly before returning to their deceiving crystal blue color.
"Dimesia," I whispered. All of their eyes simultaneously widened. Apparently, I'm something of a well-kept secret to these people, and that green kid unleashed me. They all had their spears and swords pointed towards me, some so close that I could feel the cold coming off of them. I smiled a little, knowing full well what I was about to do, enjoying every second of it.
I looked around, taking in the situation. I had about ten people to kill here, twenty people to kill outside, and twenty more sleepers to kill. I'm going to enjoy this.
I grab the closest spear to me and yank hard, making the holder stumble and let go. I turn it and stab it through his neck. I kick the closest swordsman to me in the chest as hard as I possibly can, and smile when I stop hearing his heartbeat, and drop to sweep kick the nearest two soldiers. I then conjure two knives and plunge them deep into the chests of the two soldiers. Four. I remove one and stab another soldier in the back of his (her?) knee, bringing it down. I then proceed to pick it up with one hand while throwing the knife into the eye of an advancing soldier, an action that clearly shakes the nearby soldiers. I snap the neck of the one in my hand and throw the corpse at the shocked (and probably panicking) soldiers. Only two are caught by it, and an unlucky duo they are.
Before I threw the corpse, I placed needles inside of it, all over the place, set to erupt from its skin whenever it struck something. The two Zora were caught in the upper torso and face area of their body, which is probably the worst place to get hit by a spiky corpse. Anyway, the other four were still an oncoming problem, to be dealt with swiftly and brutally. I conjure a broadsword now, hoping to do this quickly. I teleport in front of them and swing sideways, taking off the heads of the closest three soldiers. The remaining soldier dropped his weapon (I could only tell its gender from its voice) and began to back away, tripping over the corpse of one of his friends, sputtering, wishing he was home. I was happy to make that wish evaporate before his very eyes. I elongated my fingers again and forced them down his neck into his belly, putting in a special poison I've been making for years.
The first thing to strike him was probably the immeasurable pain of having someone's fingers in your stomach. The second thing was probably the hallucinations, which was my favorite part. Watching him go crazy and nearly claw all of his skin off was terrific. The third thing was the convulsing, the delightful convulsing, and the contorting to scratch the terrible itches all over his body. The last thing was death, slow and painful. I love doing that; it is my favorite part of what I do. I've had too long to perfect it though. Roughly 5,000 years.
I walked out to the guards who were shocked to see me covered in the blue blood of their friends. Gasps and mutters were emitted before one of them shouted "It's Dimesia!" How he put it together so quickly astounds me, but I don't object to it. "One and the same," I say, putting my hands up in a submissive fashion. They close in on me, which is their first mistake. It's also their last mistake. I shoot my fingers into the ground and push them through the heels of every soldier within a 20 foot radius. The poison I've had years to create and merge symbiotically with my blood flows into them, and they all begin to act like the one from inside the tent. The next thirteen advanced to slash and stab me at once, so I merely teleported out of the way before they could. They still slashed, a few of them, and some killed their friends. I threw a spike bomb in the middle of the group, which took care of seven of them. I picked up a spear from one of the corpses and threw it at a soldier, and it went straight through and into a friend of his.
By now the last four were scared shitless. They couldn't believe what had just happened, so they chose to run. The river was their destination. Too bad someone turned it to lava just as they jumped in. Only briefly, though. I can't have lava rivers on my planet. The screaming woke up a few of the sleepers, because they walked from the tent to see me slaughtering all of their friends. They ran off and I split the earth under them, happy with my choice of where to split: just above a cave full of stalagmites. I'm so happy to already be wreaking havoc in this world!
The sleepers were way too easy. All I had to do was systematically kill the sixteen remaining Zora, some by stabbing in the head, neck, or chest, some by disemboweling, some by lethal injection. That was the easy part. The difficult part was setting their corpses up in the most cryptic and terrifying way for the hero I've been hearing about lately, what was his name? Link! He's notoriously in love with some girl named Saria, so I set the corpses up so that, from a birds-eye view they said "Saria". I did that just fifty feet north of his camp.
Boy is he going to be scared when he wakes up.
If you didn't already hate Dimesia, you should now. She is a truly terrible demigod, and anyone who sees her is incredibly unlucky. That happened to be, unfortunately, everyone who was guarding the Zora River. Also, this is unrelated to my story in any way, shape, or form, have any of you heard of Miracle of Sound? If not, go visit his youtube page user/miracleofsound Please review, it lets me know whether or not I suck. It also lets me know if I rule, which I'd love to hear about. Until then, if there are no questions, I'm out. Peace.