Signed In Blood
Author’s Notes: Almost two months since my last story. I’m itching to write another. That’s why I’m writing this one. This one continues where Destruction’s Symphony left off: With Ravenstrike, Atton, and Hanharr plotting against the heroes. This story is filled with love, hate, battle, and self-conflict. Tracks listened to during writing: Helden by Apocalyptica, Inside The Fire by Disturbed, Crazy by Gnarls Barkley, Psycho by Puddle of Mudd, I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab For Cutie, Schrei by Tokio Hotel, Fade To Black by Metallica, Slaves Shall Serve by Behemoth, Failure In The Flesh by Through The Eyes Of The Dead, and No One Cares by Atreyu.
Groiorg’s winds pierced the night sky like a blade through a thicket of vines. Ravenstrike stood outside, frowning at his pale, white face in the ship’s window. “It’s been a week. The time to attack shall be soon.” He felt no love for any of his former friends, and the more he thought about it, the sicker it made him. “Why must I deal with the fact that I once ‘loved’ those fools?” he muttered to himself. He hated himself because he HAD loved them. However, that side of him was long dead. He was glad about this. His soul had changed from caring and kind to uncaring and cold. His face now usually bore a frown. His black cloak flapped in the wind. He had indeed changed a lot since leaving the fools behind. Suddenly, he got a flash of an image in his head: Mission. He quickly shook her off. He had learned to do this long ago. He then stood in silence for the remainder of the night.
On Naboo, all was calm. Nobody wanted to worry about Atton or Hanharr, and they didn’t even want to begin to think about Ravenstrike. To most of them, Ravenstrike was dead. Only Mission and Arden remembered him for his true self, not the demon that he had become. Both of them sat awake together one night, talking about the good times. “Remember when Ravenstrike wanted to paint the entire living room blue just because it would complement his eyes?” Mission asked Arden. “Uh, I thought it was because of you…?” came his reply. “Oh, yeah! Well, remember when he destroyed that ship in mid-flight?” “Yes, I do! It was pretty impressive. And he was tired when he did it, too.” They both laughed and then sighed. “I wonder if he remembers us…” Mission said sadly, with a tear rolling down her cheek. Arden, wiping it away gently, replied, “We can only hope, Mission. We can only hope.” He didn’t want to tell her, but he, too, wondered the same thing.
Back on Groiorg, it was day. Atton and Hanharr discussed the group’s next move. “I think we should wait a couple more days before attacking those fools.” Atton said. “NO! I want to attack them TODAY!” Hanharr roared back at him. “Quiet down, you two. I say we go today. Hanharr is right. We’ve had too much time.” Ravenstrike told them. “I said nothing of the sort, but I thank you.” said Hanharr. With this, they boarded the ship and punched in the coordinates for Naboo. User warp-Hyperspace, they arrived in just a matter of minutes. On the planet below, the morning had just begun. They followed the signal of the tracker that Hanharr had placed on the Ebon Hawk. Landing near it, they were eager to get out and start searching. They split up, with Hanharr taking the west, Atton taking the east, and Ravenstrike taking the north.
After an hour, Atton radioed in that he had spotted a mansion, and had seen Norris pacing back and forth in front of the window. The other two quickly ran to the spot. Hanharr was dabbed with blood. “Dammit, Hanharr! What the hell did you do?” Atton scolded. “I came across an ignorant human that got an idea that he wished to fight me. I granted his wish and slew him.” came his reply. “Whatever. We need to take the casual approach. I’ll go to the door since I know the owner of this mansion. It’s Carth’s son, Dustil.” This came from Ravenstrike, who had now started toward the door. He knocked on the door. “I’ll get it!” he heard Dustil say from inside. Dustil opened the door and exclaimed, “Frost Dewhance! I thought you were off the planet! Well, come on in!” As Ravenstrike entered the house, everyone saw him and immediately prepared their weapons. “Whoa! What’s going on here?” Dustil asked everyone. “That’s Ravenstrike!” Bastila hissed. “Hello, everyone.” Ravenstrike said. “It seems you’re not happy to see me. A shame. I brought friends.” As soon as he said this, Hanharr and Atton entered. “You all have a debt owed to each of us. And it can only be resolved through a contract. A contract…signed in blood.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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