Alagaesia High
Chapter 10
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"Why?" Eragon asked simply, his eyes boring into Murtagh's.
Murtagh shuddered, mumbled a bit, and then the words poured out like a thundering river "I''tsobadbutthen"-
"Whoa!" Raudhr roared, clamping a hand around Murtagh's mouth. "Slowly."Raudhr instructed gruffly.
Murtagh gulped and slowly muttered "They threatened Thorn. They said I would now who did it when I found Thorn unconscious on the streets." He looked up at Eragon. "You know how that is. You and Saphira. I helped him beat somebody up, and he was really, you know, cool. I thought maybe it wasn't so bad. But then, he thrashed this little kid, and I stood up for the little guy, and he broke Thorn's arm."
Eragon held up his hand, motioning for Murtagh to stop. "You do mean Galbatorix by 'he', correct?" Murtagh nodded. "Alright." Eragon sighed. A wry chuckle escaped his lips. "I was really looking forward to thrashing you, but you went and made me feel all guilty. Let him go." Eragon gestured at Raudhr.
Murtagh hunched his shoulders, like a turtle retreating into its shell, and strode away. The group dissipated, leaving Eragon sitting on a recycling bin.
"MY LORD, CAN YOU NOT WIN A FIGHT FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE?" Garrow roared, pointing at Eragon's swollen lip. "YOU HAD FRICKIN' EIGHTEEN PEOPLE, BUT YOU STILL GOT THRASHED! WHY? WHY?" Eragon ducked as Garrow hurled an orange at his head.
"He jumped outta nowhere!" Eragon cried, his arms raised in defense. Garrow drew breath for a withering reply but the opening bars to "I am the Doctor" rolled out of Eragon's pocket. "NMRRPG." Eragon whispered, and dashed off to armor himself.
The burdened high-schooler flew down the streets at breakneck speed on his "dragon", Saphira hunched over her bike next to him. Whipping through the gates to the park, he squeezed the brakes. The front brakes to be specific.
One might speculate if it is even possible for a human being on a bicycle to complete a full front flip at speeds of over 50 mph. However, many residents of Carvahall can speak from experience that it is possible, and there is a recorded instance of its occurrence. Eragon would be one of them, as would his splintered helmet. He keeps the shards in a jar as reminder that the front brakes are malicious and seek every opportunity to shatter your skull.
A weak groan drifted from his lips, his eyes closed. "Dear lord, that scary as"- he was cut off by Izzy slapping him, hard, in the face.
"DON'T YOU DARE DIE, ERAGON GARROWSON, OR I WILL BE FORCED TO KILL YOU!" she shrieked, the squeal piercing the night as easily as a well honed arrow. Eragon, through an epic battle of wills, managed to restrain himself from pointing out the obvious contradiction in the sentence. Instead, he just moaned.
"I prefer an ice pack to feral screams. I'm told they're better for the health." Faolin's witty voice mocked. Chuckles broke out throughout the assembled group, quickly hushed as they glanced back at Eragon.
The stricken junior stumbled to his feet, seizing a random freshie's shoulder for support. He roared and bellowed "We are not missing another practice, damn concussions. Let's go kick each other's"-
"butts." Faolin finished dryly, in an attempt to avoid profanity. Eragon smirked, and hefted his blade. "Five!" he called.
"Four!" Arya replied, followed by a subsequent series of a three from Nasuada, two from Roran, and one from Faolin.
A wordless roar of defiance shattered the calm, and the dull thud if PVC crashing into flesh and other PVC rang out over the courtyard. Eragon found himself swept away by a concoction of adrenaline, violence, swearing, and injury. A surprisingly stimulating combination, Eragon thought as his powerful arms brought Brisingr to bear on an unsuspecting elf. The numbers thinned on both sides, until only a select few still stood standing. Eragon limped away, clutching a bruised thigh.
On either side of him Jormundur and Nasuada held their swords ready, lips curled in a snarl. Spread out through their ranks were also Ghostie, Raudhr (clutching a massive battle-ax, a merry twinkle in his eye), and Orik. Faolin sneered as he surveyed the survivors. For the elves, several soldiers stood unharmed, as well as Arya, Izzy and him.
Even as he contemplated this, Dathedr chuckled. "You are clearly outnumbered, Varden."
Raudhr chortled and replied jovially "But you are clearly outmatched!"
Dathedr sighed theatrically. "You have sealed your fate, Blodhgarm."
Raudhr grinned and hollered "And you yours, friend."
The Elves began to spread out into a circle around the Varden, clutching their weapons. A stray arrow flew through the air and struck Dathedr with a dull thud. "BOOM! THAT'S A HEAD SHOT SON! I'M AN ARCHER PRO, SO COME AND COME AND GET SOME!" Blodhgarm roared, and slammed the blade of his hefty axe into the fork of an elf soldier's legs. The butt of the weapon struck another in the temple, sending them reeling. Arya and Faolin leapt at the warrior, they blades flickering towards him. One struck his ax, the other struck home. Specifically around the place he had bludgeoned the elf soldier.
The battle dissolved into pairs dueling each other, focused on their foe and foe alone, forgetting that just two feet away a pitched battle was waged. Eragon struggled to keep Izzy and two other elven warriors from overwhelming him. A lucky blow downed Izzy, Orik's axe struck another's back, and the last simply fled. He grinned, reveling in his victory, when a sword driven into the small of his back sent him crumpling to the ground.
Faolin sneered, and dashed away. Varden fell, as did elves, until the only ones standing were Arya and Faolin. They turned to each, grinned, and kissed passionately. Eragon's blood boiled, and he bunched his legs to spring, when an iron hand seized his collar and pulled him away.
Eragon found himself right next to Raudhr, their faces inches apart. "You think the broad'll like you more 'cuz ya jumped her boyfriend?" he shook his head. "I've made a pass at more girls than you can imagine, kid, and sometimes I think I know what makes 'em tick more than they do. Leave it be. There are other fishes in the sea." Raudhr smiled ruefully. "Unfortunately, you and I are stranded in a desert, aren't we? Nowhere near the sea." He snarled, and released Eragon. Eragon glanced back at Arya and Faolin holding hands. He shook his head in disgust.
I hate my life, he thought.
And you thought it was mindless fluff! Surprise! Faolin and her get together! The temptation to stop writing here immense, and leave it at this. Make it a Faolin and Arya fic. Ya'll must review with your opinions! I am very torn. Damn torn, in fact. Well, if you don't give me feedback, it ends here. So review unless you're a huge FaolinxArya shipper. But review anyways.