FallenHeart
12-16-2004, 12:41 AM
This is just something i made up, not based on anything...
The council sat above me, faces smug with disgust. They stared down on me, looking me over like some kind of animal. I pulled against the chains that held me to the dusty earth, I pulled, trying to break free of their nasty stares. A guard came from my right and beat me with a pole till I was too weak to even sit up. Blood poured from the gash on my forehead, leaking down my nose to the ground. The gaurd grabbed the chain around my neck and yanked back hard. Acing pain forced me to rise to my knees and look up at the council members.
"Deagon, you come before us to plead for your life and our pardon upon the crime of murder," spoke the fattist council member.
I jerked my chains in anger, feeling the weakness of pain get replaced with the strength of rage.
"I plead to no one you pampered scum! The man I killed deserved to die and go to Hell!" I yelled up to them.
The guard slammed the end of his pole into my back, making me arch forward in stabbing pain.
"You are a fool Deagon, murder is unexceptable in this nation," the fat one spoke again.
I recovered from the blow and relaxed against my chains, glaring upward.
"The murder can be justified by all manner of good souls and beings!" I raged.
The council mummered their dislike of me and whispered harsh punishments that should be done to me.
"The man you murdered had a family, wife with two children, and you killed them as well, do the good souls justify that?" asked a gaunt faced woman.
"I did not kill the wife and children, he did!"
"You killed the man in his own home, how are we to believe that you did not do away with his family as well?"
"I did not kill them! When I got there, they were already dead upon the floor!"
"Stop lying! The same weapon was used on all of them!" yelled the fat man.
I shook my head, rattling my chains.
"No! When I saw them dead, he was standing over there bodies, holding a machete! I took the weapon away from him, but did not kill him with it!" I yelled.
"You are a bold faced lair! How do you explain the gashes upon the man's body? You had to have used the machete, what else could tear into a man like that?" said the shortest member.
"What about claws?" I asked.
They went silent, staring at me again. The woman shifted in her seat and leaned farther over the wall, lacing her fingers together.
"What are you saying Deagon?" she asked.
I swallowed hard, looking at them all as the fear in my heart rose.
"You are that monster that everyone has been talking about arn't you?" asked the fat man.
Fear peaked within me. Yes, I am the dreaded monster, but I do not murder without good reason. When I saw the man standing over his family's dead bodies, I ripped into him to avenge them. But somehow, I didn't think the council would buy. Their eyes stared again, poking at me horribly. The fat one suddenly stood up and pointed a finger at me.
"He IS the monster! Look at his eyes! They are red like Hell fire!" he roared.
The other members started to chatter and fuse with eachother till the woman stood from her seat and raised a hand for silence.
"This has become more serious than I thought it would be. Here before us is the ravenous beast of Hell. His crime has gone from murder, to blasphemy agianst God." She said.
The fat man looked to her, finger still pointed at me.
"We must beat him till he gives into us, than we take him to the cross and burn him alive!" he yelled.
The other members all argeed at once and looked up to the woman for her say. She looked to them, than back to me, eyes distant and unsure.
I was still, and silent, not moving anything. Being beaten and burned wasn't something that appealed to me. She blinked and sighed.
"Beat him until he cries for mercy, than drag him to the church for salvation."
The council hailed their satisfaction to her agreeing with them. I was the only one not agreeing, but what could I do?
The guards grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to arch my back painful backward. One pair of musty gloved hands grabbed my head and held me steady. I grunted from the effort to keep breathing as my ribs struggled to rise under the tight skin. Something hard jammed into my gut with the force of a rocket. Blue and red stars danced in my gaze painfully as I gasped. The guards cept me from jerking or moving, which would have helped with the pain. As another blow was delt down again on my acing stomach, the rage inside started to rise.
Each sting of pain fed the fire for me. I started to shake, muscles clenching tightly, growing with each contraction. Another sharp stab of the blunt object set the fire off completely.
My eyes burned deeper red as spikes shot out of my skin. The gaurds all jumped back, letting me sit upright once more as the rage changed me. Ram horns grew from the sides of my head as my face turned into a red muzzle with gnashing fangs. I roared out, hearing my voice echo against the brick walls. My shirt ripped as the muscles on my chest grew with new power. This power flowed into my limbs, giving me strength to rip away from my chains to kill.
I burst forth, heaving my arms skyward, watching the chainlinks fly away from my wrists. Another roar left my jaws, venting the burning rage into the air. I turned my eyes up to the stunned council and grinned, showing every jagged tooth to them.
"I only kill those who deserve to die, and you my friends, need to be judged yourselves by the Satan king!"
A lunge of rage sent me upward into them. They screamed and tried to run, but I was already upon them, teeth biting, claws raking flesh. Blood stained the velvet seats as I tore throats out and bit faces off.
Soon, every scum member lay dead upon the floor, their blood dripping from my claws like liquid victory. But what have I won? Did my burning rage take me too far this time? I licked the blood from my teeth and shook my head. No, they needed to feel the pain that they cause others, they needed to see what evil really is. My wings grew forth from my back as I turned away from the carnage. Where to now? They all know my mortal face so I cannot hide among them anymore. With a sigh I lept into the air and flew far away from that place of pain. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to be on the run for the rest of my days...
The council sat above me, faces smug with disgust. They stared down on me, looking me over like some kind of animal. I pulled against the chains that held me to the dusty earth, I pulled, trying to break free of their nasty stares. A guard came from my right and beat me with a pole till I was too weak to even sit up. Blood poured from the gash on my forehead, leaking down my nose to the ground. The gaurd grabbed the chain around my neck and yanked back hard. Acing pain forced me to rise to my knees and look up at the council members.
"Deagon, you come before us to plead for your life and our pardon upon the crime of murder," spoke the fattist council member.
I jerked my chains in anger, feeling the weakness of pain get replaced with the strength of rage.
"I plead to no one you pampered scum! The man I killed deserved to die and go to Hell!" I yelled up to them.
The guard slammed the end of his pole into my back, making me arch forward in stabbing pain.
"You are a fool Deagon, murder is unexceptable in this nation," the fat one spoke again.
I recovered from the blow and relaxed against my chains, glaring upward.
"The murder can be justified by all manner of good souls and beings!" I raged.
The council mummered their dislike of me and whispered harsh punishments that should be done to me.
"The man you murdered had a family, wife with two children, and you killed them as well, do the good souls justify that?" asked a gaunt faced woman.
"I did not kill the wife and children, he did!"
"You killed the man in his own home, how are we to believe that you did not do away with his family as well?"
"I did not kill them! When I got there, they were already dead upon the floor!"
"Stop lying! The same weapon was used on all of them!" yelled the fat man.
I shook my head, rattling my chains.
"No! When I saw them dead, he was standing over there bodies, holding a machete! I took the weapon away from him, but did not kill him with it!" I yelled.
"You are a bold faced lair! How do you explain the gashes upon the man's body? You had to have used the machete, what else could tear into a man like that?" said the shortest member.
"What about claws?" I asked.
They went silent, staring at me again. The woman shifted in her seat and leaned farther over the wall, lacing her fingers together.
"What are you saying Deagon?" she asked.
I swallowed hard, looking at them all as the fear in my heart rose.
"You are that monster that everyone has been talking about arn't you?" asked the fat man.
Fear peaked within me. Yes, I am the dreaded monster, but I do not murder without good reason. When I saw the man standing over his family's dead bodies, I ripped into him to avenge them. But somehow, I didn't think the council would buy. Their eyes stared again, poking at me horribly. The fat one suddenly stood up and pointed a finger at me.
"He IS the monster! Look at his eyes! They are red like Hell fire!" he roared.
The other members started to chatter and fuse with eachother till the woman stood from her seat and raised a hand for silence.
"This has become more serious than I thought it would be. Here before us is the ravenous beast of Hell. His crime has gone from murder, to blasphemy agianst God." She said.
The fat man looked to her, finger still pointed at me.
"We must beat him till he gives into us, than we take him to the cross and burn him alive!" he yelled.
The other members all argeed at once and looked up to the woman for her say. She looked to them, than back to me, eyes distant and unsure.
I was still, and silent, not moving anything. Being beaten and burned wasn't something that appealed to me. She blinked and sighed.
"Beat him until he cries for mercy, than drag him to the church for salvation."
The council hailed their satisfaction to her agreeing with them. I was the only one not agreeing, but what could I do?
The guards grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to arch my back painful backward. One pair of musty gloved hands grabbed my head and held me steady. I grunted from the effort to keep breathing as my ribs struggled to rise under the tight skin. Something hard jammed into my gut with the force of a rocket. Blue and red stars danced in my gaze painfully as I gasped. The guards cept me from jerking or moving, which would have helped with the pain. As another blow was delt down again on my acing stomach, the rage inside started to rise.
Each sting of pain fed the fire for me. I started to shake, muscles clenching tightly, growing with each contraction. Another sharp stab of the blunt object set the fire off completely.
My eyes burned deeper red as spikes shot out of my skin. The gaurds all jumped back, letting me sit upright once more as the rage changed me. Ram horns grew from the sides of my head as my face turned into a red muzzle with gnashing fangs. I roared out, hearing my voice echo against the brick walls. My shirt ripped as the muscles on my chest grew with new power. This power flowed into my limbs, giving me strength to rip away from my chains to kill.
I burst forth, heaving my arms skyward, watching the chainlinks fly away from my wrists. Another roar left my jaws, venting the burning rage into the air. I turned my eyes up to the stunned council and grinned, showing every jagged tooth to them.
"I only kill those who deserve to die, and you my friends, need to be judged yourselves by the Satan king!"
A lunge of rage sent me upward into them. They screamed and tried to run, but I was already upon them, teeth biting, claws raking flesh. Blood stained the velvet seats as I tore throats out and bit faces off.
Soon, every scum member lay dead upon the floor, their blood dripping from my claws like liquid victory. But what have I won? Did my burning rage take me too far this time? I licked the blood from my teeth and shook my head. No, they needed to feel the pain that they cause others, they needed to see what evil really is. My wings grew forth from my back as I turned away from the carnage. Where to now? They all know my mortal face so I cannot hide among them anymore. With a sigh I lept into the air and flew far away from that place of pain. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to be on the run for the rest of my days...