YO! So, this will actually be TWO shorts in one because I wanted it to be! :3 MISCHEVIOUS FACE OF DOOM! AND NO THEY ARE NOT MARRIED! That was just a short. Also sorry for being late! My laptop was taken! Then returned… Anyway, on ward to hilariousity!
Carter yawned and stretched, well as much as he could being cuffed, shackled, hog tied, and hung upside down from a tree. As you can see, carter screwed up, and of course, fell asleep, ON the enemy's TENT.
Carter cracked his neck and looked around once again, yawning. "Geez, is falling asleep on somebody's tent really all that bad? I mean June was yelling at me and annoying me for the last three days! (For the record this is four days after June's first mission)
There were seven guards staring at him intently and four more posted all around him. He yawned and started to swing back and forth, bored.
"Stop that!" One barked.
"BUT I'm BORED!" Carter whined, continuing to swing.
"STOP that NOW!" He repeated.
Carter ignored him and kept swinging until he reached the branch he was hung on and grabbed on…with his mouth. Somehow pulling himself up he then reached up nad grabbed and apple in his mouth and swung back down, happy. Unfortunately for him, he dropped his apple.
"NOOOOOO!" Carter yelled, staring wishfully at the apple. "Hey, can you get that for me?" Carter asked.
"Rejection."
Carter pouted as he heard movement behind him, ten loud hard thwacks and a person sighing. He looked up and found the one and only June staring at him shaking her head. Carter raised an eyebrow as she took out her Saxe and began coring the apple.
"Hey! Gimme that!" Carter growled, glaring at his apprentice.
"Get it from me." June replied, skinning it.
"Please! I won't give you an exercises for a week!" Carter pleaded.
"No."
"I'll let you see Simila and get three days off whenever you want!"
June smiled nad took a bit of the juicy apple, smiling deviously. Carter sighed, taking the hint nad began swinging once again.
"What are you doing?" June asked, raising an eyebrow as Carter made the rope jolt and pop.
"Something painfully stupid." He replied as the rope gave on giant pop and broke, setting Carter free.
And on the long four foot drop down. On his face.
"Ow." He grunted, shaking his head.
"now what do you plan to do? Wormy?" June teased, eating the apple, still.
"Um…kiss you boot in hope that you'll GIVE ME THAT APPLE!" Carter yelled, glaring at her.
"NO."
"June, just let him go already. You forget you've kept him up for the past three days and not given him anything to eat in the last two." Will said, appearing.
"Fine…" June sighed, pulling a key out for his shackles and cuffs and then letting him do the rest.
Carter grinned and tackled June, stealing the rest of the apple and scampering up the tree before she could do anything. June began PMSing while Will sighed and shook his head.
"If that's not a couple…" He trailed off as he was bombarded by apples and threatened by June.
This next one is because I watched the movie 300 and The Marine. Inspired by the awesome fights sense that movies can make! Enjoy!
Carter's eyes watered up as he stared at yet another body. He didn't understand. He didn't know. He didn't WANT to understand this… this…murder… He had only stopped here once! And yet this was burned and slaughtered…
"Why…"He mumbled as the houses and bakeries fell down in burning tumbles of flames. "Why did you kill these people?" The fires spread to his heart and he stood up.
"WHY DID YOU DO THIS!" He barked, standing up at his full height of three feet, four inches.
Twenty trained and armed mercenaries turned and looked at him, not noticing the boy before. One laughed. The others, snorted and tightened there grips on their weapons. They came, slowly, knowing that he couldn't run faster than them, or was stronger than them.
Carter shivered with rage and confusion as one came and grabbed him by his shirt collar. A knife was leveled at his throat. Carter bit back his tears, remembering all his lessons from his past five teachers. The basics, the techniques, the ways, the muscle contraction nad extension as he threw a spear or swung a sword or chain around. The power in your hips and wrist.
Carter then came to a cold, hard resolve. He would kill his father. He would kill him and NEVER let this happen again. And he would run, to stay away from people and potential friends. And keep everyone safe.
The knife pressed into his throat, blood had begun to collect of it. Carter's eyes drifted down slowly to the man's hand. Then he slipped out of his shirt and bite the man's wrist. Instantly two others rushed forward with swords.
Carter back-flipped away from the blades and rolled over to a barrel. He then grabbed the lid and threw it, rotating his hips around bringing more force to the throw as it smashed painfully into ones skull. Nineteen to go…
"GET HIM!" They roared, banishing their weapons.
Carter yelped and ran into one of the burning buildings, vaulting over lumber and climbing into the rafters that had fallen, and from them, climbing onto the roof. He then turned around nad pushed the wood with all his might. In response, it swayed a bit and tilted over, crushing two bandits following him.
Carter's eyes widened in fear as he realized the roof was burning out from beneath his feet. He ran cross the shingles, praying that they would hold until then. He reached the edge of the roof and was about to jump when the shingles came out from under him, falling away down into an alley.
Carter gave a high pitched scream as he fell the ten feet and slammed painfully into the cobblestone ground.
He gave a moan as his senses swam, having being knocked around more than once that day. He stumbled to his feet and leaned heavily against the wall. Then they came. Five on each side. Then came slowly, shield-bearers in the front with everyone else in the back.
"Ugh…" Carter groaned, looking around for something, anything he could use to fight.
Fortune smiled upon his at that moment as a heavy chain toppled out of the church belfry, followed by the bell! Carter gave a squeak as he dove out of the way as the cast iron bell clanged on the front line of one of the groups. Carter scrambled to his feet, clawing for the chain.
He grabbed it just as a bandit stepped on it, smiling. Carter paused only for a second as he threw his end of the chain around his leg and pulled the other end. The man gave a yelp as his foot went out from under his and became tangled in the steel chain that Carter wielded.
Carter then jumped on his chest and kicked his wrist, freeing the sword blade. Carter grabbed the sword off the ground nad buried it into the man's chest. However, he was then grabbed and throw into a wall by someone else.
Carter grunted and held fast to the chain. As he hit the wall he whirled it around, finding someone's neck. The metal wrapped around his neck and as Carter fell to the ground, it jerked the man's head down, snapping it cleanly.
Carter then scrambled to his feet and took off before they could push past the dead man. He dove through the church's window, receiving colorful chards of glass decorating his arms. The men were quick to follow and were already climbing through the window after him.
Carter paused and looked for something to aid him in this fight. Seeing it he jumped up on to the alter and grabbed the giant gold cross. He strained under the four foot tall item before he toppled it into the much bigger, ten foot tall cross in the back. The cross rocked a bit and Carter immediately shoved part of the chain under it.
The bandits were coming in faster, approaching him at a steady walked as he panicky worked. He then faced the bandits and pulled the cross as hard as he could. He heard a creek and jumped to the side just before the heavy wooden cross flattened four men.
Nine more…wonderful. Carter grabbed his lifesaving chain and ran out the door. Two men jumped at him, but Carter ducked as the foolish men collided in mid-air. Then he wrapped the chain around each of their necks and yanked as hard as he could. One of their necks painlessly, then other gave a grunt and pulled as he suffocated.
"Seven…" Carter panted, looking around.
Four men charged out from around the corner and the other three came from the other side. Carter gave a groan and dropped the chain and started running down alleys and through burning buildings. The men gave chase and started catching up to him.
Two suddenly stopped dead in their tracks and fell over, Carter didn't pause to see why either. He kept running and scampered over debris and out windows, getting cuts and scrapes in the process. Then he ran past a blacksmith's shop, stopped, backtrack and jumped inside.
Three men rushing in after him, only a few steps behind. Carter then grabbed the huge broadsword, at least twice his size and backed up against a pillar. The men smiled and circled him in a half circle. Then drew nearer and as they closed in together Carter dropped the sword, letting it strike the ground on its hilt and fall into the thick oak pillar he was beside.
The men took a pause to laugh and exchange laughs, until they heard a whump of rope shooting through rungs and a creek as a giant chandelier fell on them. Carter smirked and skirted the bloody mess on the floor. Then he yelped loudly in surprise as his arms were restrained by someone nad his legs kicked out from under him.
Carter thrashed about as the two bandits grabbed him, smiling. They walked out of the shop, kicking over a boiling kettle and scattering the tenders in the forge. The hay and ash around the blacksmith's lit up as they walked out and Carter knew it would burn quickly.
"Ya think he'll pay us double if we get him alive?" One asked.
"He told us to kill 'im. Remember James, he didn't quite follow directions and they feed him to the sharks on the way back. I just was we kill him here. Save us the extra food and baggage. He said bring his head, not his body anyway." The other replied, throwing Carter to the ground and pulling out a axe.
As Carter started to scramble away the other kicked him in the head and stomped on him head. His arms were pinned under his body and legs sat on by the other bandit. Carter glared at the axe blade hovering only an inch over his neck as the bandit lined up the stoke. Bloody perfectionist…
"YOU'RE A FREAKING DUMBASS SACK OF SHIT!" Carter yelled at the top of his lungs at them.
A chuckle emitted from down the path, along with quick footsteps. Carter tried to turn his head to see it, but he found the voice was just out of his field of vision. He was able to see the tip of a boot and a part of something green.
"Got some bite to ya?" The voice stated, Carter could almost hear the grin in it.
"SO, are you their retarded leader or some shit?" Carter swore.
"No, just a simple man walking down the street." He replied as one of the bandits got up.
The bandit the fell with a thump, an arrow sticking straight out of his head in between his eyes. At the sight of this, the other bandit knew he was out matched and out number and started running off as fast as he could. Carter shot up and grabbed the closest thing available, the axe. He saw another arrow fade away at the edges of his vision, meaning the man was aiming again.
Carter flipped the axe in his hands and threw it as hard as her could as he could as the bowstring released, sending the arrow hurling towards Carter. Carter braced slightly for the cold embrace of death. He heard a thump and a scuffling of boots on dirt and opened his eyes.
A hand landed on his shoulder and a hearty laugh followed it. Carter blinked several times and looked back at the man.
He was taller than his father, and thinner, But he didn't look weak at all, his just had this aura. Carter glanced at the man's arm and noticed the corded compact muscles developed from pulling back a bow all day. The man's face was worn and dirty from travel , yet his cloak was well cared for. It had a molted-green and brown mix in it that, had Carter not seen the white of his hands, would have made it hard to distinguish him from the tree line.
"Who are you?" Carter asked suspiciously.
"Who are you?" The man replied, smiling.
"A young village boy that was attacked by bandit." Carter lied.
"Yes, right, because every village boy can kill with a chain, a barrel lid, and throw a battle-axe thirty feet." He replied sarcastically.
"Fine, I'm…you first! I asked first!" Carter snapped, crossing his arms in typical eight year old style.
"Very well, I'm Will Treaty, King's Ranger. Now who are you?" Will asked, extending his hand.
"…I'm Carter…" Carter mumbled almost under his breath.
"Carter…no last name? Interesting." Will mused before nodding. "Seems like you've had a rough childhood. Parents either couldn't afford to keep you or you ran away, lived by going form home to home, am I right?" Will asked.
"No." Carter stated bluntly. "My father's trying to kill me." He said, walking off.
Will blinked twice before stopping Carter and saying, "How about you go to the castle instead of the country side? I can make sure your safe and you'll get a nice clean bed, okay?" Will smiled.
"…Fine." Carter agreed reluctantly.
Hope you enjoy these shorts! Give me ideas OR DIE! And sorry for the late update! And Alyss, yes I will get a proposal up for you…just give me a minute or two to get Carter off my head…he's chewing on it… T^T Can I get some help here? Please? Also REVIEW I mean seriously, it takes literally one minute of your time to make one very abused author feel super special and happy! That being said, THANK YOU for those that do review. This is one on my most review story and I'm proud to sya that it's almost the most views! ^_^ Yay!