A/N: MURTAGH CHAPTER! So it's a short chapter but it is very . . . you'll find out. REVIEW!
Murtagh took a deep breath before he entered Galbatorix's thrown room trying not to think of the what torture Galbatorix might have planned for him. When he finally opened the large dark marbled door he saw his king sitting impatiently on his throne. As Murtagh walked closer fright kicked in him and it increased when he saw the black eyes of Galbatorix.
"Murtagh! Finally, you have come!" Galbatorix exclaimed as he got up from his throne slowly and made his way to Murtagh. Murtagh did not look up until he felt cold fingers jerk his head up to meet the black eyes he absolutely despised.
"Have you done what I ordered you to do?" Murtagh did not dare to look away from him no matter how many times he wanted to and said,
"Yes I have my King." Galbatorix smiled showing his sharp black teeth.
"Excellent. You are doing better Murtagh! You should be proud!" Murtagh faintly smiled knowing that he might not be beaten tonight. Galbatorix dropped Murtagh's chin and turned around to face his large thrown and just stood there. Murtagh didn't know what he was doing until Galbatorix finally said,
"My plan is working, Murtagh. Now that his love is gone from him he is now weak and miserable without her. It is perfect for us to make the final strike. And its all on you to make that final attack , Murtagh, that will win us Saphira." Murtagh was excited to hear the plan so he said,
"What do I need to do?" Galbatorix stood in silence then he turned to Murtagh with a serious face on and said,
"You must kill Eragon." Murtagh felt his throat clog up. It was hard for him to breathe for some reason.
Kill Eragon? My brother? Murtagh thought to himself. He pictured piercing his red blade through Eragon body. The thought of it made him shiver. He couldn't kill his own brother, he wouldn't. He just thought of something important.
"But master, wouldn't Saphira die along with him?" Galbatorix scoffed and said,
"You think I haven't thought of that already? I have the power to make her soul mine forever just like I did with you and Thorn." Just then Murtagh wanted to rip Galbatorix's throat out. He wanted to strike him down right then and there but he knew he would be greatly defeated. He thought back again to Eragon, his only brother. He was torn up about his decision but then he realized it was no decision . . . it was a command.
"Murtagh? Are you listening to me? You will kill that boy yes?" Murtagh couldn't respond, he knew that he had no choice and that there was no use of protesting but yet he couldn't say yes. No matter how hard he tried to hate Eragon he couldn't. He was his brother the only family he had and he was the only person who treated him like family that was until he found that he was working for the king. Murtagh thought back to the days with Eragon and fighting side by side with him in the battle. He chuckled in his mind at the time they had that pointless fight in the Hadarac desert. He realized that he loved Eragon (as family) and he could not kill his brother. He would not kill his only family.
"Murtagh are you deaf?" Galbatorix said viciously as he pried his cold hand on Murtagh's chin and jerked it up again.
"You will kill Eragon." Murtagh looked at his eyes again that made him want to run out of this prison. He hated Galbatorix. He hated his life. And the one thing he hated most of all was himself. Murtagh stared coldly at Galbatorix and said in a low voice,
"No." Galbatorix's eyes got wide and his grip on Murtagh's face got stronger.
"What did you say?" Murtagh could barely talk because of Galbatorix's cold fingers that crushed his face. But he managed some way to say,
"No, he is my only family. I wont kill my only family." Murtagh was waiting for Galbatorix to throw him to the floor but instead he laughed sharply and said,
"You think that Eragon cares about you? Why would any one care for you? You are just a left over of your father, nothing more." Once Murtagh heard those words he clenched his fists along with his jaw. His jaw was so tight it was hard for him to talk but he managed to say,
"Don't bring my father into this." Murtagh knew he was digging his own grave but he could not stand being pushed around anymore. Galbatorix's smile faded and his eyes grew cold. He lowered his hand around Murtagh's neck and tightly gripped it. Then Galbatorix forced him against the wall causing Murtagh to black out for a few seconds. When he regained his consciousness the first this he saw were his black eyes staring him down. Galbatorix grabbed Murtagh's dark hair that was a little bloody from what he had done. Murtagh winced as Galbatorix almost ripped his hair out saying,
"You will never talk back to me like that again. Do you understand?" Murtagh could not speak. He knew that if he said yes it was a step closer to killing his brother. He was trapped. He knew if he didn't say something right away he would be bashed around the room, but what could he say?
"Murtagh! Answer me!" Galbatorix roared as he pulled harder on Murtagh's hair. A low powerful voice came into Murtagh's mind almost yelling at him,
You fool! Say yes! He will kill us! Murtagh looked around the room aimlessly trying to find where the voice was coming from but realized it was his dragon's voice.
Thorn, Murtagh said weakly. The blood flowing from his head made him feeble.
Murtagh, you must agree with him! Murtagh crinkled his eyebrows and said,
No, he wants me to kill Eragon. I can't kill him. I won't. Then a different voice came into his head and it was not Thorn's. It was the cruel man standing right in front of him invading his thoughts.
Yes you will, he hissed. Murtagh's eyes grew wide once he heard that voice in his head. He looked at Galbatorix with scared eyes. All Galbatorix did was laugh and throw him to the ground. Murtagh yelled in pain as he felt his flesh scrape on the hard rough floor. Blood stung his eyes as the red liquid pooled in front of him. Galbatorix jerked his head up so his eyes could meet his eyes. Murtagh grimaced once Galbatorix tugged on his bloody hair.
"You will kill your brother." Galbatorix hissed in his ear. Murtagh needed to say yes his body was pleading him to, but he wasn't caving in that easy.
"No," he muttered. He winced as Galbatorix raised the back of his hand and hit Murtagh. Murtagh yelped in pain as all the sharp rings on Galbatorix's finger dug into his face. Murtagh tasted the blood filling his mouth as Galbatorix said again,
"You will kill Eragon." Murtagh couldn't fight anymore. His body was to weak to afford another beating. Murtagh spit out blood as he said in a raspy voice,
"Yes." Galbatorix smiled in victory and stoop up wiping his hands as he said,
"Good. I'm glad we came to such an easy understanding . . . Now heal yourself when you get back to your room. I don't want my palace to be trailed with your blood." Murtagh stood up weakly as e said,
"Yes, master." He made his way to the door but Galbatorix stopped him saying,
"Murtagh. I expect you to kill Eragon before the war. It would be easier to win the battle with him out of the way." Murtagh nodded as he said,
"Yes, master." He stood there for a few more moments until Galbatorix said,
"That is all." Murtagh quickly left the room hoping that his King did not see the tears that streaked across his bloody face.
A/N: Aw sad right? But tell me how you feel in a REVIEW! Review please!