Except blood. And I mean like a whole freaking swimming pools worth of it. Carter's pissed. Also I made a mistake…Diablo is NOT 5'1…he is 5'3. He is six inches shorter than Carter! June is 5'2! Sorry about not adding the height until now…or did I?...
Chapter 17
"Shit…SHIT!" Carter shouted, kicking the cage door.
"Calm down, getting carried away isn't gonna solve anything." Simila said, who was sitting on the dirt floor.
Carter continued cursing and pacing the small space before straight flat out body slamming the steel bars. Simila sighed and watched as the man banged and pried at the door bars unsuccessfully. They had been sitting in here for three hours and in that time Carter had already broken three knuckles and knocked out the guards, twice.
"Just sit down and think." Simila said.
"Screw that, June's out there dammit!" Carter shouted again, kicking the door.
In response the door rattled on its hinges. Carter shouted in anger before looking around the room. It held only a dead rat he had stomped into a pancake and a simple wooden chair. Carter cursed and kicked the door again before sitting down next to Simila. He got up again shortly nad broken the chair against the door.
He took off his shirt and took the bucket of water they had and dunking his shirt in it. Simila raised an eyebrow as he wrapped it around three bars and tied it around a chair leg. Then he began turning the chuck of wood.
"What are you doing?" Simila asked, getting up.
"Wet cloth doesn't break in large quantities. So using my shirt," He grunted, turning the leg in a circle, "I can bend the bars, theoretically of course." He said, turning the leg in a circle again.
"Correct, But as you can see, I planned for that." A voice said, coming out from around the cage door. "There are too many bars." It was true, there was a bar about every two inches… "And…" In that sentence The leg broke.
Carter cursed before grabbing another piece of word before throwing it away as it shattered. It was perfectly rotten! Carter growled and unwrapped the shirt before dipping it in water again, cleaning it of splitters.
"What'll you do now, you have no leverage." Diablo said, smiling.
"Then I'll lose my arm so I can beat you to death with it." Carter growled, rewrapping the cloth around the bars and tying it around his arm.
"Stop! You'll lose it from the pressure! Or in the very least you'll break it!" Simila cried, untying the knot.
"I don't care."
"It's your arm!"
"IT'S JUNE!" Carter roared, kicking Simila away and retying the knot and twisting the cloth in one circle.
"Stop!" Simila cried, pulling Carter's other arm.
"Let him do it, it's his arm." The man on the other side smiled.
Carter grunted as he did a flip, dragging his arm in another circle, tightening the cloth even more. The circulation was already weak from the pressure and Simila could only guess that by the time they could get out Carter would have at least his arm broken, if not both!
Two turns went by before Simila heard a pop from Carter's arm. He's head snapped to it and it revealed a swelled up area. Carter grunted as he performed another flip, turning the bars even farther apart. The bars were now wide enough for someone as small as June to get out, but not to the men inside.
"STOP!" Simila shouted, punching Carter in the face.
"But I can't." Carter smiled, shifting his broken arm in the knot.
"Why not! June wouldn't want you to do this for her!" Simila shouted, staring the Ranger down.
"She also wouldn't want to be here. She wouldn't want me to tease her, or to have met her. Doesn't mean it hasn't already happened. She wouldn't want you here. She wouldn't want any of this!" Carter growled, grabbing Sim by the shirt and throwing him to the ground and setting a firm foot on his.
"Fighting with your allies I see." Diablo said, smiling.
"You're a sick bastard, you know that?" Carter growled, turning the cloth around more.
"Why thank you for the complement! It's so delightful for a son to be praising his father!" Diablo smiled, walking off.
"Bipolar asshole. Sick and twisted one second and calm and calculating the next." Carter said, unwrapping the cloth to soak it again.
As he moved to wrap the cloth around again a simple hand stopped him. Carter looked up to find Simila standing in his way. Carter sighed, pushing his lightly away, but he didn't budge. Simila stayed put, block him. Carter smiled and pushed Simila aside again, this time succeeding.
"Sims, I'm serious about saving June, and I'd do this for anyone of my friends. I'd do it for you, Will, Gilan, Halt, Horace, Brent, Alyss. I'd do it for anybody I love. Now move, so I can get on to saving that lazy slack apprentice of mine so I can teach her a freaking lesson and can die happy and young (hint) while you do something stupid." Carter said, wrapping the cloth around the bars twice.
"June wouldn't want this." Simila said simply.
"…I know…..and that's exactly why I'm doin' it!" Carter shouted, smiling. He tied that knot on his broken arm once again and turned it, twice in a fast succession.
The bars gave a groan as they bent outwards, but the groaning of the metal was overshadowed by Carter. He gave a shout of extreme pain as Simila rushed this side, ripping the cloth off his arm. The bone of his arm was sticking out of his arm. A small amount of blood had found its way with it. Simila groaned before grabbing the wet shirt cutting the edge on his belt buckle. Then he wrapped it around Carter's upper arm.
"this is gonna hurt a lot." Simila warned.
"Just hurry up and push it back in dammit!" Carter screamed.
"Fine." Simila mumbled before popping the bone back in place and quickly tying the wet cloth around the puncture.
Carter gave a scream as the bone popped in. He flopped onto the ground, panting. Simila sighed before looking at the bars, they were open to say in the least. The three bars were pulled together in almost a column.
"Come on you useless sack of crap, get up!" Carter growled to himself.
"No, rest, you just broke your arm! The bone was sticking out for God's sake!" Simila said, glaring at him.
"That's lovely, but it doesn't matter, I've walked five miles with four broken ribs and a broken arm and three toes, I think I can handle having a bone pop out of my skin." Carter said, sitting up slowly.
"That's not possible." Simila stated.
"Oh yeah it is! I had to sleep a good two whole days just to be able to twitch my fingers!" Carter snapped, staggering to his feet.
"Well, you can't fight, you've broken your primary arm." Simila stated, motioning to Carter's arm.
"Now who told you I was right handed?" Carter asked grabbing the remains of his shirt.
"But…" Sim stuttered as Carter stood up fully.
"I'm a born ambidextrous." Carter said, smiling as her slung the shirt around his neck and tied it around his right arm.
As he moved his arm into the makeshift sling he walked towards opened cell. As he stepped out he laughed as said, "Sims, get ready to see a glimpse of Hell, cuz I'm gonna give it to 'em!"
Simila smiled and shook his head, no matter what happened to this guy he would ALWAYS dish out twice as much. He felt sorry for Carter's father.
Carter growled as three men came to restrain him and put him back in the cage. He instead stomped on one of their knees, and straight out kicked the other guy into a tent…six feet away. Then turning towards the last person, wielding a longsword.
He smiled and spun the stunned man around and grabbed under the man's chin with his one arm. Then he pulled as hard as he could and sat down on the man's legs. There was a loud crack before a wet pop and blood flying everywhere. Carter smiled and cast the disembodied head onto the ground. Then he took three steps back and punted the 'ball' across the camp.
"He really is a beast…"Simila said, sickened.
"Oh, and that's only the start boy." Carter growled, picking up the longsword.
Carter walked straight into the camp, his Ranger's uniform coated with bloody from chest up. Then he smiled deviously and began his rampage. The first to die was also the most brutal. A simple foot soldier.
Carter snarled as he kicked his chest in and kicked his head in with the soles of his boot. He smiled and looked around at the now circling mob. Back at the cage, Simila lost his lunch before grabbing a sword and rushing after Carter.
When he got there he realized something. Carter wouldn't need help even against the devil himself. Mostly because he LOOKED like the devil himself! Carter's entire uniform was coated in one dead body or another's blood! He had a dark red aura surrounding him and a smile that could kill.
Gore was splattered all around and blood was everywhere within a twenty foot radius. Inside the gore pit, Carter was still swinging. He hopped up; dodging a cut from an axe man and drove the tip of his sword into the man's nose. As the blade tickled his brain, Carter jumped off the man's chest and grabbed someone else's head with his feet.
As Carter landed one the ground he caught himself with his left hand and threw the man with his feet, giving him a quick neck-snap. As he hurtled into three other men, Carter was already singing his deadly song, swinging his sword to the rhythm of his own beat. As he severed a man's arm and leg, the blade was already flicking into one's throat. Then and he drove the blade point first into a lancer's shield and into his heart, the iron blade snapped.
Carter laughed and picked up two daggers and held them so their points were facing down and the blade in front. Then as he began his song of death again, Simila noticed he was moving faster. In fact, Carter was moving at a blur! He would see a glimpse of his giving a quick slash into a unsuspecting person's face nad then following up with one to the throat, nad then him driving both into someone's eye who was half way across the field.
As some men started to turn to flee, they spotted Simila and almost laughed at their luck! A simple boy! And watching the slaughter before with absolutely no awareness too! What luck! They thought, until Simila turned and, suddenly liking parts of Carter's random style, threw his sword point blank into one's chest.
"You know, his style is quiet energetic! And it has such a randomosity in it that nobody can predict it. It's quiet good." Simila said, thinking back to his lessons by the Ranger.
As the other two took half a step back in surprised Simila was already up and pulling the drenched sword free. Then he spun the sword around and hit the one on the left with the hilt and driving the blade across the other man's neck, severing an artery.
"But to be honest, it's rather barbaric and sloppy, the way his severs and gives bleeding wounds. I prefer precision and giving the victims a quick death, not crushing their ribs and letting them die of internal bleeding. Plus it's rather sickening." Simila added the last comment as an afterthought.
As the last one alive stumbled back Simila brought his sword around and in a broad arc, cut deeply into the man's chest. Then finishing him off his withdrew the sword and gave a precise stab to the heart.
As the bandits and killers saw the demon of hell in front of them and the angel of heaven in the back they panicked. They were trained killers, but what do you do against a pissed off demon( Carter) and a precise angel that's just as deadly (Smiley…he's glaring at me!)!
"Well, we're screwed." One in the middle sighed and brought out a single shot pistol and fired it into his skull.
"Hey! We can shot 'em!" Another said, taking out his pistol and aiming at Simila.
Simila's eyes widened as he dove out of the way nad rolled, dodging several shots at him and grabbing an abandoned crossbow on the ground. As he rolled to his feet and shot into the mob and hit somebody.
Carter on the other hand, charged right forward, grinning like a demon (or an idiot) and before they could fire, was already upon them with his twin blades. And he threw a dagger into a gunman's head, took his pistol and shot it through someone aiming at Simila. Then he somehow deflected a bullet off the edge of his remaining dagger and back at the shooter. In response, the blade shattered.
"You guys can't make shit for blades!" He shouted, counting the number of the men. Twenty-five.
"Can twenty of you really kill me?" He asked, standing still in a circleguns.
"Aye, cuz they'll be twenty bullets in yer brain asshole." One answered as they all cocked their guns.
"Can five of you really kill him?" Carter smiled, pointing to Simila, who was lounging one the corpses of five neatly slain men, all who had been slain with a simple blade in the heart, head or along the neck.
"Split up!" The man replied.
As the men separated into ten Carter laughed.
"I don't think even one hundred of you could kill me in the mood I'm in!" He growled.
"Hey, Carter's isn't your arm broken?" Simila called over their heads.
"…Now that I think about it… it is…" Carter mused on how he could use the dual knives so well.
"Fail…" Simila sighed as ten men surrounded him.
"Savvy?" Carter grinned again.
"We sav!" Simila smiled.
Simila blocked an upper cut and fell back into the tennis stance. Once in it, he deflected several series of thrust, jabs, and overhead slices. He smiled at how easy it was, Carter's blows were much harder! Then he switched to offense and from that stance he Spun on his left heel and stabbed the man closest to him. Then he surged forward, throwing the body free of his sword and into two other men.
Then he blocked another cut, returning it with a slash at the attacker's leg and a follow overhead slash. Then he turned and counted the eight in front of him. He then decided to be reckless again and sprinted forward and slid three feet from them. As the one he was aiming at put his sword down to cut Sims in two, Simila jumped from his slid and whipped the blade around three of their necks. As he landed their heads toppled to the ground. Simila gave a start, not meaning to do this.
The five left to advantage of this and all went for overhead slash at Simila's crouched body.
"Crap!" Simila yelped as he began to dive, knowing he wasn't going to make it.
As he dove, he completed it and turned around to find a outstretched sword blocking the five blades. He gasped, realizing the blade must have been at least three times as heavy. (Hold a weight close, then try holding it away from you, same principle).
"What the heck are you doing goofing around? This is a live battle Sims." Carter said, smiling.
"Hey, not everyone can be a beast like you." Simila sighed.
Carter laughed and flipped his blade in a circle, catching the men from behind and severing three heads and killing another. The last began to run and Carter casually threw the blade at him. It struck cleaning into his head and the man fell.
"Carter, what the hell did you DO!" Simila yelled as he looked over at the ten Carter had.
(The squeamish skip this paragraph)
The five foot radius the Carter had been standing in was basically a sushi board, organs, hands, fingers and everything else was scattered all around it. And the blood was streaming through the dirt and grass.
"I was letting my anger out." Carter answered, smiling deviously.
Carter really is a demon from hell when his mad and fighting! Simila realized, throwing up again.
As Carter walked through the gore, Simila skirted around it like it was a plague and followed the demon to the command tent. Carter picked up a fallen, stained sword before entering.
Simila immediately heard a clash of steel.
Hehe! Cliffhanger! But as I said, bloody. Now I have to sign Carter up for anger management classes. If your wondering…Will told me too, along with half the Ranger Corps, King Duncan, Simila, June and all my other OC's and even YOUR OC's. That begin said, I hope you enjoyed! Now please click that pretty little blue set of words below and make an author VERY happy! It only takes one minute!