Post by Claire Hawkins on Oct 21, 2018 22:56:31 GMT -5
Witch Hunt
PART IX
The Blue, White, and BLOOD Witch
PART IX
The Blue, White, and BLOOD Witch
'Well, this certainly is a bad situation! Wish they would give us some wine though....
'Don't you even fuckin' start!'
'No need to be nasty. I'm just trying to help ya know.....'
'You can help by shutting the fuck up and coming up with a way out of this!'
'OKAY! OKAY! I'll hush up until I got something.........grumpyface......'
"I'm going to fuckin' kill you...."
"SHUT YOUR FACE!"
Unable to defend herself, Claire couldn't do anything than allow her head to snap to the side as the heavy fist of her gaurd connected with her face. Enraged, she quickly snapped her head back in the direction of her guardand growled deep within her throat. Taken aback by her reaction he took a step back, however, he quickly recovered himself and soon raised a hand to strike her across the face once more. However, before he could strike, a hand grabbed onto his arm. A big and green hand. Clearly not happy about the timely interuption of his knee-jerk act of revenge, the guard swiveled around to face to had grabbed onto him. When he did, all traces of anger and figt fled from his face as her stared into the unglamoured face of a battle hardened orc.
"Easy greenhorn. Ya don't wanna do sumthin' stupid."
Instead of trying to rebuttel the harsh looking Orc, the man meekly nodded and lowered his raised arm once the orce releaed it. Once he was sure the man understood, the orc motioned to the doorway with a slight nod of his head before he turned his attetion to the bound Metal Witch.
"As fer ya, I'd really appreciate it if yer didn't do sumthin' equally stupid like runnin' yer mouth. The Coven are prefferin' that yer alive and all."
"Ya ain't gonna do shit, goblin dick."
WIth a frightening snarl, the orc grabbed Claire by the throat and hoisted her up into the air along with the chair she was tied to. For what seemed like an eternity, the angry orc held her (and the chair she was bound to) high above the concrete floor. Whether he regained himself or if there was something else that willed him to do so she didn't know, but slowly she and the chair were lowered till they were safely on the ground. At least that's what it seemed to be happening. Instead, just as the legs of the chair were about to touch the floor, the Orc flung her to the side where she slammed down onto the floor before sliding to a stop against a wall. Incredibly shaken and in a bit of shot at just what happened, Claire lifted her head up off of the floor to stare at the orc. Well, what was left of him anyway. At some oint during that frantic exchange the Orc that had hurled her across the room had begun to implode before suddenly exploding to cover the area with gore.
"What? The Fuck?"
Before she could even pretend to believe that she could think of an answer, the man that had been guarding her before rushed back into the room with two more behind him. One an elf and the other an orc. However, none of them would have a chance to understand either. Before the man could utter a word his body seemed to shrink into itself before exploding much like the first orc had done. Like some sort of bloody, gore-filled party balloons each of those remaining popped and further added to the mess within the room.
"The fuck?"
"SHUT YOUR FACE!"
Unable to defend herself, Claire couldn't do anything than allow her head to snap to the side as the heavy fist of her gaurd connected with her face. Enraged, she quickly snapped her head back in the direction of her guardand growled deep within her throat. Taken aback by her reaction he took a step back, however, he quickly recovered himself and soon raised a hand to strike her across the face once more. However, before he could strike, a hand grabbed onto his arm. A big and green hand. Clearly not happy about the timely interuption of his knee-jerk act of revenge, the guard swiveled around to face to had grabbed onto him. When he did, all traces of anger and figt fled from his face as her stared into the unglamoured face of a battle hardened orc.
"Easy greenhorn. Ya don't wanna do sumthin' stupid."
Instead of trying to rebuttel the harsh looking Orc, the man meekly nodded and lowered his raised arm once the orce releaed it. Once he was sure the man understood, the orc motioned to the doorway with a slight nod of his head before he turned his attetion to the bound Metal Witch.
"As fer ya, I'd really appreciate it if yer didn't do sumthin' equally stupid like runnin' yer mouth. The Coven are prefferin' that yer alive and all."
"Ya ain't gonna do shit, goblin dick."
WIth a frightening snarl, the orc grabbed Claire by the throat and hoisted her up into the air along with the chair she was tied to. For what seemed like an eternity, the angry orc held her (and the chair she was bound to) high above the concrete floor. Whether he regained himself or if there was something else that willed him to do so she didn't know, but slowly she and the chair were lowered till they were safely on the ground. At least that's what it seemed to be happening. Instead, just as the legs of the chair were about to touch the floor, the Orc flung her to the side where she slammed down onto the floor before sliding to a stop against a wall. Incredibly shaken and in a bit of shot at just what happened, Claire lifted her head up off of the floor to stare at the orc. Well, what was left of him anyway. At some oint during that frantic exchange the Orc that had hurled her across the room had begun to implode before suddenly exploding to cover the area with gore.
"What? The Fuck?"
Before she could even pretend to believe that she could think of an answer, the man that had been guarding her before rushed back into the room with two more behind him. One an elf and the other an orc. However, none of them would have a chance to understand either. Before the man could utter a word his body seemed to shrink into itself before exploding much like the first orc had done. Like some sort of bloody, gore-filled party balloons each of those remaining popped and further added to the mess within the room.
"The fuck?"
'I did it! I got help! Happy now?'
"Help? This isn't helping. This is bloody-"
'MARY!
"What? No, it's a bloody mess! I was talking about finding a way to get me loose from the fuckin' ropes you fucking moron!"
'Oh.....well, why didn't you say so? If you had then we wouldn't have spent so much time here in this silly little building playing their silly games!
"I am going to fuckin' kill you...."
'PSSSH! Shouldn't you be focusing on the match at Carnage and not how I just saved you?'
"What is there to focus on? DiVito is the living embodiment of failure! Fucker couldn't even succed at be a convict let alone a rapper. I've already beat the piss out of Massaro a couple of times and he's pretty much a braindead monkey anyway."
'What about the champion? That T.F.K guy? He looks pretty tough....and cute....'
"FUCK THAT! I don't want ANYTHING to do with your whorish mind! Besides, I'm going to drive his face into the canvas so many times that it'll be a near exact repeat of what happened here. Fuckin' "Greatest CHampion" my ass!"
'Okay, but how are ya goin' do that when you're still tied up here in this sea of.....nastiness?'
Unable to take the conversation in her head anymore, Claire slowly and methodically began hitting the back of her head into the chair that she was STILL tied to. How in the hell had she gotten herself into this situaiton to begin with?