09-02-2011, 07:34 PM
Warning: Violence.
Rain washed down the dark path, the hour was late in the night as the exhausted girl, Alexis, traveled to her home in Stormwind from Westfall. It was a long day, many things were said and done, but it was finally over. "Just a little more... Get home, have a shower, go to bed..." the girl thought to herself as she dragged along the dark and rainy road.
"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" a sudden voice called out to Alexis, causing her to freeze right in her tracks. The girl looked around frantically, but it was too dark to see anyone. A man in dark robes emerged from the darkness, stepping to the road in front of Alexis. "A little girl? All alone...? My, my... This won't do." the man called out with a sinister tone, shaking his head slowly. Alexis thought to herself, looked around frantically to find a way to get away from the man. She turned, but three more hooded figures appeared on the road behind her.
"What... What do you want?! I never di-" The words of the young priestess were cut short as the hooded man approached her, walking around her in slow circles while inspecting her. More hooded figures came from the shadows, surrounding Alexis entirely as the man kept circling her. "Tell me, girl... Why are you out so late...?" the man asked with a sinister tone. "Going... Home..." Alexis responded quietly, eyeing the man and trailing a finger over the hilt of a dagger she received from her father the same day. The man let off a sickening cackle, a thunder crackled through the skies. "Home?! You do not deserve a home, wretch." the man said with an insulting tone.
Alexis tried to speak out in protest, but all she could let off was a gut churning scream as a dagger dug its way into her shoulder. The girl grasped onto her shoulder and drew out her dagger, swinging it towards the man that just impaled her shoulder. As fast as the lightning that burst through the skies, the dagger was kicked out of Alexis' hand, and another dagger found its way to the girl's left hip. All the hooded figures slowly approached, all drawing daggers with a skull on the hilt and chanting a sickening chant, the tone almost demonic. Three daggers came darting towards the girl that was on her knees, digging into her sides and ribs as the storm only got worse.
A sickening snap heard as one of the men stomped down on Alexis' knee, snapping it out of place. There was nothing she could do, not even her powers would save her in this state. Alexis screamed out louder at every kick, stab and punch the girl received. "Enough, wretch!" the first man called out, drew his dagger from her shoulder with a quick jerk, grabbed onto her tongue and sliced it clean off. Alexis fell over, flat on her back as blood pooled in her mouth, her robes soaked with her own blood. The first man loomed over Alexis, tears flowing from her eyes and blood from her mouth and nose. "You disgust me..." the man stated calmly.
A larger hooded figure approached from outside the crowd, carrying a large axe. "Good... Night..." was all Alexis could think to herself before the axe came falling down on her neck, ripping her head off the body. The group of men cackled in, what seemed to be, exact unison as they left the headless body. The man slowly approached the head, peering down on it with a murderous grin. "You do not deserve a life..." he said quietly, picking up the head and hurling it to the dark forests, landing by a pack of wolves.
The man left the body, sheathing his dagger, and Alexis' head remained nothing but a puss-filled skull after the wolves had their way with it.
Spoiler:
Good night.
Rain washed down the dark path, the hour was late in the night as the exhausted girl, Alexis, traveled to her home in Stormwind from Westfall. It was a long day, many things were said and done, but it was finally over. "Just a little more... Get home, have a shower, go to bed..." the girl thought to herself as she dragged along the dark and rainy road.
"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" a sudden voice called out to Alexis, causing her to freeze right in her tracks. The girl looked around frantically, but it was too dark to see anyone. A man in dark robes emerged from the darkness, stepping to the road in front of Alexis. "A little girl? All alone...? My, my... This won't do." the man called out with a sinister tone, shaking his head slowly. Alexis thought to herself, looked around frantically to find a way to get away from the man. She turned, but three more hooded figures appeared on the road behind her.
"What... What do you want?! I never di-" The words of the young priestess were cut short as the hooded man approached her, walking around her in slow circles while inspecting her. More hooded figures came from the shadows, surrounding Alexis entirely as the man kept circling her. "Tell me, girl... Why are you out so late...?" the man asked with a sinister tone. "Going... Home..." Alexis responded quietly, eyeing the man and trailing a finger over the hilt of a dagger she received from her father the same day. The man let off a sickening cackle, a thunder crackled through the skies. "Home?! You do not deserve a home, wretch." the man said with an insulting tone.
Alexis tried to speak out in protest, but all she could let off was a gut churning scream as a dagger dug its way into her shoulder. The girl grasped onto her shoulder and drew out her dagger, swinging it towards the man that just impaled her shoulder. As fast as the lightning that burst through the skies, the dagger was kicked out of Alexis' hand, and another dagger found its way to the girl's left hip. All the hooded figures slowly approached, all drawing daggers with a skull on the hilt and chanting a sickening chant, the tone almost demonic. Three daggers came darting towards the girl that was on her knees, digging into her sides and ribs as the storm only got worse.
A sickening snap heard as one of the men stomped down on Alexis' knee, snapping it out of place. There was nothing she could do, not even her powers would save her in this state. Alexis screamed out louder at every kick, stab and punch the girl received. "Enough, wretch!" the first man called out, drew his dagger from her shoulder with a quick jerk, grabbed onto her tongue and sliced it clean off. Alexis fell over, flat on her back as blood pooled in her mouth, her robes soaked with her own blood. The first man loomed over Alexis, tears flowing from her eyes and blood from her mouth and nose. "You disgust me..." the man stated calmly.
A larger hooded figure approached from outside the crowd, carrying a large axe. "Good... Night..." was all Alexis could think to herself before the axe came falling down on her neck, ripping her head off the body. The group of men cackled in, what seemed to be, exact unison as they left the headless body. The man slowly approached the head, peering down on it with a murderous grin. "You do not deserve a life..." he said quietly, picking up the head and hurling it to the dark forests, landing by a pack of wolves.
The man left the body, sheathing his dagger, and Alexis' head remained nothing but a puss-filled skull after the wolves had their way with it.
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