Just Bored..... by Marion Scott
It feels like you been runing for days. Your legs burning with exhaustion, your breathe racing to keep up with your pace.
While running for your life you mumble under your tiresome breathe, " I dont understand...... I was just bored...... How would have I known that someone would care about that village?"
With your murmurs trailing off into your next breathe, you grin in fond memories of the bloodbath you were involved with. You were just having fun, watching villager plead, scream, and just trying to run for their lives. Then those conscripts decided to show their cowering faces, they made it more interesting......... until that **** mage blasted you in the back. How you despise sneaks attacks.....
Now your running for your life. The mage tracking you with those peons of village defense. Of course it was easy to follow you, you left a trail of death and blood while running.
Enough is enough...... With a sudden stop in your pace, you slide kicking up a huge dust cloud. Your going to make your stand now. The cloud of dirt will be your advantage, you thought. Then you heards a whisper in your ear, "You should of kept running." The mage had a friend and it was too late for you to greet her with your bloody smile.
Everything faded to black, your last thought was, "I was just bored."
Feeling your life fade into the darkenss, you start hearing a grim laugh.
"HA HA HA HA, that was very amusing. I have not seen so much chaos in a long time. You have appeased me." The voice, so familiar to you, but still you never heard it before.
"You are no puppet that I corrupted through time with greed or any other wants. Your blood remembers who you are. One of my children." With his last word a flash or memories come to you. War, chaos, blood, and the screams.
You wake up hearing voices, "Take his head and lets go, I want to collect the bounty and get a drink" You focus your eyes to see the mage with her back towards you giving orders to the rogue who gave you the striking blow from the back.
You notice a dagger in the boot of the rouge. As fast as she knelt down to grab the dagger, you responded quicker. You get so close to her face that the blood drop on the tip of your nose seperates you two. Frozen in shock, the last thing she sees is the tip of her own dagger rushing towards her eye as she hears you whisper, "I hate sneak attacks."