PLANET TERRA PROJECTS / 26
Terra Terror: King of Corpses Rough Draft 1
don’t believe in God. Lust is my rod. What has he done for me?
Cliff abyss gust is stronger. Shame lust the illusion. Blame it for
my contusion. I believed in coin it’s nothing. I wanted
something. I’m alive no longer. A feast rests in my grave
the belly of the conger. Step by step now the heart of the beast
beats as the blood it eats cease. Body, deceit, ambition, and skin.
You don’t understand the serpent pretends. The worm sends its
prey to an end. Its neck snaps your skin peels its hunger is
surreal. Out my tiny light fades. God’s judgment still awaits.
Body is razed in an ordeal. Captive to sin, deceived and tricked
fear in me. Death chomps its chops as terror licks. Death comes
quick to those fooled into its constrict. Who will ever know the
pawn. In trees, in shadow, and in night the thieves stole his life.
His is tome hidden.
yes good sir we would not fail you our magnificent one ha ha.”
“We did.” “We finished the task,” gargled a
short green goblin called Gretzgual.
we are, enjoy your reward vermin,” Muno spit. Gretzgual
growled at the sermon revealing fangs below its lips. Gretzgual
chuckled. He pointed to the swamp untroubled.
made a ruckus. “What’s this trick!” Its voice shook
with fear as terror dwelled in it. It fell back, kicked. The black
serpent erupted from the lys. It veered its gleaming body toward the
hissing goblin. Gretzgual shrieked and raised its talon. Yet, the
serpent consumed Gretzgual whole. The goblin constricted is filled
with woe. The serpent had teeth coated in its inner neck.
Gretzgual’s claws slipped down caught in the thick of this. It
wouldn't succeed as it tried to free itself. Grind- crush- the
serpent shifted its neck. Gretzgual shrieked no longer. “Good,”
the serpent spoke in its rough voice, “bring me more to eat.”
Gretzgual lay to rest in the belly of the conger.
as always,” Muno curtsied. He rose his eyes and they shifted
toward the stranded egg dirtied. This planted on a patch of ground
in the swamp. “One day you will be a meal and I will control a
dragon,” the green-eyed pomped. The serpent disappeared into
the thick swamp. It swam toward the bottom. Then it brooded over
its own eggs. Muno stops rises and walks away solemn. “I’ll
get them right away,” he said aloud. “Maybe I’ll
find someone who can kill you,” he fantasized.
were a men full of poison. They knew nothing only, evil a deep lust
in their heart for things. Sin was their puppeteer death was their
father clan is corrupted the children live in. Human bred into sin.
Nothing but the goal to win. They plunder the world in deceit.
Simple their plans unfurl. They must quench their greed. The demons
use wicked keys. The design is to dominate and make one world united.
Nail hit it has started.
forest middle not that far from its center. Gretzgual was speaking
to Muno who sat on a blood oak tree stump.
eyes squinted while furrowing his brows. He spoke in a tactful
ruthless honeyed voice, “good.”
sir so where is prize we was promised good sir?” Gretzgual
I had almost forgotten you can’t leave empty-handed.” “We
wouldn’t want that,” Muno spoke. He stomped a dark green
leech on forest floor. His foot rose and machine gun rebound down.
He lift his foot to see the result. Gretzgual swallowed as it
watched the proceedings. Muno raises his foot. It left a footprint.
He turned and walked toward the dark-canopied forest. “Follow
me,” he said.
grinned at the man’s back. Thus revealing razor-sharp brown
and yellow teeth. “Yess-sirs,” it hissed as it followed
Muno. Through the forbidden forest to a swamp and frond they headed.
Toward the middle of the forest they traveled. Gretzgual thought
everything was splendid. In the middle of the forest there was a
swamp. In the middle of this swamp, there was a dark red egg.
the temporal trap queen dishonest.
crown the chalice, the goal sought unbalanced.
spy hidden, the dark all around, better to agree with the wind’s
king, beneath the queen, death ring of three.
deceit cooking a monstrosity the city soon to decay.
a power, but seeking death. Forever unwieldy and never real rest.
will die soon this you know so their strategy defenses clash and
death made still. It’s enough death for a meal.
time I made dependable- investments,” The green-eyed man spoke.
This man sought trouble, for power. He found something of interest,
he approached the leader, a tower. A three eyed, tan skin human who
killed every man in the tower. It was Geolorg. Ever since Geolorg
made demands of the surviving women. “Give me a tribute of
food every third month.” The women had no hope of combating the
abuses of Geolorg. Nor could they find anywhere safe for them to run
green-eyed man got to the village’s tower undetected. Geolorg
had a steady pattern. Once there the green-eyed man told the women,
I am the solution to your problem. If they assisted him, he decreed
freeing them from their pain. He enticed the women seducing them,
and they followed his every whim. For him, they had courage, and
gave their lives and fought the beast. The woman killed it and in
the transformation, a new beast of bondage was over their necks. This
bondage is the Muno. They refused to live without him. He taught
them to kill their enemy. Any other men were to become banished from
their civliziation. With him, they slew the Geolorg. Certain women
tricked, became drunk with sin. A chain reaction ensued. Their town
turned into a perversion. All killed male bystanders and enslaved
women who crossed their path. These warriors made slaves of no end
of beast, man, and abomination forcing them in labor camps. Some
trained sorcerers. The sorcerers addled the prisoners mind with
poison. Then they used them as suicide attack dogs. They
transitioned from harmless fragile girls to assassin girls.
was his pattern Geolorg returned to the village camp. One girl
disguised as a boy stands. “Geolorg you disgusting beast, I
will avenge my brothers. Face me, you revolting three eye freak.”
Geolorg roared with amusement. Stomp, stomp he did toward the
center of the tower. Then Geolorg wasn’t on his feet. He
sprawled as a spring-loaded trap net sprung tripping and wrapping
him. Rushed out the women from their hiding spots screaming over the
top of their lungs. Others took knives, pitch forks, and swords and
picked and butchered Geolorg apart. Geolorg shrieked in terror. He
contorted when branded as by hot needles. Geolorg screamed pushing
the net. The women fell backward. Strength slaughtered the Geolorg.
That Geolorg could no longer fight. His blood drenched the ground.
He bled out, and remained motionless. The girl assassins suffered
minor injuries. Each dedicated themselves to Muno and their village
from that day forward. These girls recruited other girls making them
soldiers even going as far to raid other villages. All killed the
boys and took abled girls with them. This seclusion occurs armored
and lathered in unrighteousness. They created relations with
themselves; they shouldn’t have with girls. Within influenced
they accept sin. Their destiny is hell.
roaming green eye man traveled to Life Drain the Kingdom of violence
and detestable sin. It had mighty boys of valor and boys of skill.
walked the streets and through crowds. His eyes darted to and fro.
He was listening, listening to stories of this powerful country.
sent killers to frighten the king of Life Drain. He sought the
king’s power, which will produce his undoing. To overthrow the
king was to overthrow the queen.
met with an informant one of many in his service. A rebellion a
revolution directed soon begins. His desire is in reach. Skillfully,
he uses his spies to place himself in front of the king. He warns
him of a threat on his and the queen’s life. “Ha ha!”
Muno laughed to himself in giddy amusement as he approached the king.
First, there he sent hired assassins from the Rocky Hills Kingdom.
He tried to get the king to doubt his security. The assassins were
there hiding in the shadows. As he approached the throne the
assassins saw him looked at one another shot arrows at the king. Muno
shouted. They just missed him. The assassins nimbly fled. They went
through the castle windows as planned. “Let’s make a
deal,” Muno then promised the king safety in return, his son.
Immoral queen, a mother of abominations- the mother of this soon
abomination saw deceit. “Wait,” She told the king to
listen. She wanted to wait for the child’s birth. This way, it
may be safe. “Here is what you can do my king,” The
queen demanded hide the child until he was strong. That king was a
puppet to the queen’s poison. “Ha ha, yes sir,”
The king declared his thankfulness to the Muno. “I promise to
grant your request,” He agreed to relinquish his son in
death to death royal and kidnaped a life begins. How will it end?
They have come they want they can’t have they seek they take
they steal. Power formed innocently plots formed maliciously.
visited Life Drain kingdom. Muno’s informant tells
Muno that the queen has given birth to a son. The son’s name
was Azamuku. Sent away, they were trying to hide the child
from Muno. Then, the time came, and they refused
to give their child. Thus, Muno would take him by force.
he sent a girl he trained from their village to kidnap the child.
This assassin girl would find and force their way into a village.
Azamuku is kept there. The assassin is tasked to bring him to
the Rocky Hills secret organization. A military faction of the
Kingdom in the Rocky Hill mountains. There is rough terrain
everywhere. Aside from the area flattened by the Rocky Hills
various craftsman groups. Using this place, Muno would manage
his different informants. They would bring the child to
the organization. There they would raise and train the boy for him.
the torrent goer, a new captain and its crew group of yellow-bellied
bandits were coming home. Its propulsion system is buoyant
magical bubbles. It can fly over the sea top. Here the
ship’s captain was a pirate wannabe, the spoiled son of a rich
man. In his hometown, his discipline lacks any punishment.
Every day, his dad gave him what he wanted. Today he has a
party on the beach and announces he will be hiring new, crew members.
That ship was a valuable for its magical qualities. They
purchased it from a group of enchanters at a hefty price. Several
enchanters were hustlers who knew secrets others didn’t. This
set them as a powerful and respected group among the unrighteous.
At Walligator’s port, in a pub at the captain’s request a
party ensues. The young captain announces there that he will be
the time Muno was there at the port in a cloak watching proceedings.
The men spread the rumor this captain keeps his crew with hefty
paychecks. They spoke of how he had a demon spirit he could
call upon. He bought it from enchanters who attached the powers to a
wrist band. Pinpointed, Muno approaches the captain at the highlight
of the party. Muno tells a ghost story. He asks if the
captain is up for the task of retrieving the said egg rarest of
animals. “Deep in the forbidden forest lies riches untold.
Secrets guarded by ancient creatures. But only the brave
of heart would dare venture in such a place.” The captain
smirked. “Do you know who I am, I don’t fear such
beasts.” “Such a thing is simple for us isn’t
it men?!” the captain bellowed. The men purses full
shouted a hearty encore to his foolish words.
night they set off with Muno. This captain was full of
false bravery and pride. And the crew members were full of
coin. In the forest, the false bravery melts as the forest
life seized hold of the atmosphere. By the time, they
reach the swamp it shatters. The serpent erupts from the
swamp. “Yah, get me out of here,” the captain
shouts. Here the rich man uses his wristbands.
He bought from an enchanter for protection. Through this
device, he summoned a lion of fire. That serpent spits a
black bile on the man’s arms. Bile hardens squeezing
the wrists. Wristbands short circuits and his wrist
crushes. Men screamed in horror as the serpent knocks him
in the air. “Help me, the young man shouted.” He
is in the serpent’s mouth. Snap! Muno
gives a bitter smile at the man. “Roar!” the
serpent swallows the young man his whole crew follows next. Pride
and coin lead to their destruction and defeat.
dark, murky mist began to come over the swamp and the ground. This
sea serpent whips its tongue like a knife cutting down all those
fleeing. It dismembered bodies like they were articles of raw
chicken yet swallowed them whole. Then, finished the mist began to
clear and the beast curled its body around the swamp and it spoke.
“The forest is growing of monsters.” “Make sure to
keep yourself safe.” It chuckled. Muno smiled in return. “Of
course,” he spoke.
asks the girl of his village to kidnap the king and queen’s
heir. They are instructed to take the heir to the rocky hills
to its secret organization. The child was in a village that was
fairly superstitious. Muno began to spread rumors among the people
that the child was a monster in disguise as a distraction.
waenh, wa-hean.” Azamuku’s foster-mother held Azamuku
close. “My baby,” she whimpered. Outside the home,
terrifying shouts heard with ears inside the large still home. “Kill
it.” “Burn them.” “Kill them!”
Uproars created by Muno’s words. This foster mother possessed
the skill in the care-taking. She was brainwashed into thinking the
child was hers at the request of the Queen of Life Drain. Tears fell
from Azamuku’s mother’s eye. His father stood ready with
a club at the corridor of their room. That man likewise
brainwashed- he possessed great leadership skills and was a powerful
warrior. A loud voice spoke over the crowd outside their house.
“By order of the King fair trial will be. The Lauran family is
hereby placed under house arrest.” “Disperse return to
your homes,” commanded a guard. Azamuku’s father relaxed
as the voices outside began to crawl to a halt. He turned and walked
over to Azamuku’s mother. “It’s a boy,” a
woman-servant said. The servant was one of the few who knew the
truth of Azamuku’s family in the village. These servants gave
their lives to the queen voluntary. They would risk limb and
otherwise health to make sure the child’s safety in honor of
the queen. Azamuku’s father reached to touch the boy’s
finger, cradle his brainwashed wife’s face.
lie still speak no longer your walls have been breached your
protection can not beat the beauty of women oh so sleek.
trained assassin the green-eyed man planted discover the child’s
location. They make there move as ordered. For the child was
destined to destroy the queen’s regime.
proof do you have that this family has been influenced by a
monstrosity. "The great prophet has spoken it," a man
from the crowd declared. "Yes the great prophet,” a
woman insisted next. "Yeah, right the old one,"
the crowd began to join in. The Council elder lifted his
palm toward the crowd until the crowd's sound died down causing
his brown right sleeve to fall down his arm. "Until
substantial evidence is given this trial shall be postponed," he
put forward. The crowd murmured in dissatisfaction. The
Council leader spoke to Azamuku’s family. "While
I know this is complete slander, I must not allow the suspicions
of the villagers to go wild.” "I am sorry,"
he said as he began to walk away past them to his home.
female from the Geolorg village dressed as a guard walked through the
double door of the home of Azamuku's parents. They were
unnoticed by the two guards guarding the entrance who were both
nodding off. This guard entered in and passed around a corner
and strode into a room. There this one began to take off the
silver armor revealing long flowing brown hair a plump bosom and
slender yet firm figure under silk purple and white garments. This
woman walked out the room down the hall around a corner and was
stopped by an arm at the corridor of Azamuku's parents’ bed
are you, don't remember your face," started a fair skinned guard
on the left side of the corridor. "A servant," the
woman responded promptly with a smile. "She's fine she's
obviously a servant she's wearing the clothes," the guard on the
right side of the corridor with pale skin began. "Go right
ahead my lady," he said while bowing slightly. Thank you
kind sir,” the woman spoke with her smile re-initiated.
"You're just trying to get laid man," the guard with
fair skin said as the woman passed the entrance to Azamuku's parents'
parents were sitting in brown wood chairs near a lit grey stone fire
place. Their backs were facing the woman. Azamuku was in
his mother's hands. The woman began to walk into the room until
she was near Azamuku's parents and Azamuku. She walked over
pulling out a brown dart blower. Shot two shots at Azamuku's
parents. They fell limp in their seats. Azamuku began to
cry as his mother's body draped over him. Guard’s guard!"
the woman began to scream after putting the dart blower in her
guards came running in. "What the!" The guard
with pale skin who guarded the right side of the corridor entered in
first. Both guards walked over to the parents. The first
guard began to speak. "What happened," he began as
the woman quickly drew the dart blower, put it to her mouth, and shot
a dart that stuck in his neck. He fell on the ground. The
other guard only managed to spin before a dart hit him in front side
of his neck. The woman walked over to Azamuku's mother, pushed
her up with one hand and clutched and then cradled him away with the
other. Once in her arms she took a small needle from her
garment and pricked him on the arm and he fell silent. She
placed him in a garbage carriage and wheeled it outside the room down
the halls and to the exit of the home. She walked past the
guards who were outside the exit of the home. They watched her
years later in the Rocky Hills Kingdom Azamuku is made to do
squats by someone he called teacher. Every day it was this task
or another. Each assignment required every bit of his stamina.
If he failed he didn't eat. The times he did fail he
would sneak out and hit the basket that a woman sat out on the 100 Ft
grey balcony with a rock that always held juicy purple raisins. He
was never told anything about himself or who his parents were.
day was an advancement in his training. The Rocky hills secret
organization purposely used medieval weapons for training and battle
as they didn’t trust the unwieldy power of magic. Take
this wood stick. Hold it. Swing it. Try to hit me with
it. Ok your older you get it take this metal blade. Only
use it against the enemy. Swing it practice it against non animate
objects. He grew up hating violence and wanting only to solve
problems without combat. The importance of approval was placed
on him so everyday he sought the world’s approval
subconsciously. So much so he considered killing himself but a
girl changed all that.
few days later the general sent a runner to Azamuku’s
apartment. The runner waited outside for him. Azamuku
unrolled the invoice he received from the General. From the
invoice fell an embroidered knife that Azamuku moved his left foot
from as it hit the ground nearby. His eyes looked from the
gleaming erect dagger shinning in the sunlight brown wooden room to
the note. "Your mission is to... assassinate the King,"
Azamuku's voice trailed off." Azamuku skin undertook
perspiration, he stared at the note. "If the king learns... you
will be executed." Azamuku eyebrows furrowed. “Prove
your loyalty to your general today your love ones are at risk,”
the note read. “When you deal the killing blow proclaim
for Queen Isis, bring me his ring as proof. It will be
impossible to get past the wall but set assured security will be lax.
Return this to the runner" Azamuku tumbled back against
the wall while still sitting on plain linen mattress on his brown
wooden bed. Like a man with knife held to his throat it seemed
he was left little room for choice. The general was decisive
and wouldn’t hesitate to kill the ones he loved.
clenched his teeth . His eyes continued to search the sheet of
paper. "Tonight!” Azamuku stared at the note for a
long time. "Fine, crazy bastards I'll do it." He
jumped out of bed turned, got on his knees, and drug a large case
from under the bed. He opened it a pulled out a padded black
armor with a hood. He handed the note to the runner outside and
they left. He slid the armor on and snapped it up in tune. He
plucked up the dagger with the insignia that the general's note
instructed him to kill the King with and began to sharpen it as he
waited for night fall. He left his personal weapon there
bastards...crazy..." Azamuku whispered as he withdrew from his
apartment at night to the outside world. He rubbed sweat from
his forehead. He gazed to his right and the left shifting his
neck hurriedly. He started to walk toward the palace sticking close
to the walls of the various buildings while his head swiveled his
eyes contemplating every flickering shadow. The cold air caused
water vapor to pour from his mouth and nostrils. Finally he
reached the walls of the palace.
moved over to the wall and sprinkled some of the grass on the red
liquid. The grass stuck. He strewed it upon part of the
wall that didn't have any of the liquid. The wall generated
ooze again. Azamuku stared at the wall with furrowed brows. His
eyes flitted about the wall which curved toward the ground.
unbuckled his warm armor and slid it off after removing the fancy
dagger he was given. Slowly he took the armor swung his arms
back and then forward on the side of his body and at near the peak of
the swing he let go off the armor. It cemented to the wall
ooze excreting were it landed. Azamuku walked toward the wall and
tried to remove the armor, but no matter what method or how hard he
jerked at the side or back of the armor it wouldn't budge.
took the dagger and thrust it into the armor's hood which rested
lowest on the wall and it penetrated the wall. He lifted
himself up with the dagger. Placing his feet carefully on the
armor his muscles bulged as he slowly began to turn on the
circumference of the dagger by moving his legs and feet steadily
around. Finally at the opposite side he started to push up on
away from the dagger and tip toe his feet backwards. Before
losing his center of gravity to the mercy of his climb Azamuku pushed
up on the part of the dagger facing the sky. He switched his
right foot back and quickly moved his left foot onto the daggers
handle. "Hold," he thought. He pushed down and
then successfully up from the dagger like a spring board allowing him
to jump on the part of the armor which had landed on the curve of the
wall. He flung himself down over onto the other side and into a
sea of what appeared to be thin brown mud. He slowly sloshed
through the mud growing more tired at each stroke. He
groaned as he forced each stride. A thinner part of the mud
made him take a plunge. He rushed upward with more hurried
strokes while spewing mud from out his mouth. His face was no
longer recognizable because of the mud.
rubbed mud from his face as his foot hit a solid rubbery mass. He
began to pick himself up and over onto grass. He bent over to
rest on his slippery knees. He panted involuntarily from the strain
of peddling through thick mud for so long despite his extensive
training. Looking like a giant turd after catching his breath Azamuku
streaked across the ground swiveling his head this way and that as he
made his way toward the tall middle Palace. "The note said
middle palace highest room." he began to plan.
stopped at the grey stone wall. His eyes followed the path of
the design. "Wish I had that armor...oh well." he
grimaced. He placed his right hand in a foothold and gradually
contrived his way up the palace wall looking down only twice.
vaulted through the tower’s window. "Splat, splat,”
Azamuku cursed the sound his feet made as they planted themselves on
the cool grey stone floor. “It should be down this hall,
a big door," Azamuku meditated on as he attempted to slide-step
his feet down the hall way toward the first big door he saw. He
grabbed hold of the golden handle of the large red door and budged it
ajar inch by inch. He looked in and then slid his way past the
rest of the opening. His eyes searched the room. "Someone's
there.” “Ok.” “No one else just
the one," "I don't understand why I have to, it makes no
sense but," his thoughts raced as he steadily crept toward the
bed “the general will kill her."
Queen Isis," Azamuku shouted as instructed while he
simultaneously pulled the king out the large white bed and grasped
him in a death hold. The king arms flailed around and then his
body fell still. Guards suddenly burst inside the bedroom.
Azamuku let go of the king's limp body quickly pulling off one
of the rings on his hand. "What who are you?" the
guards drew their blades. Azamuku stood with the ring in hand.
He took several running steps to the first nearest guard. The
guard swung a long steel sword at Azamuku neck his arm muscles
straining with the tension in the swing. Azamuku leaned back
and slid avoiding the endeavor. He didn’t break his
acceleration as he took two running steps. On his right leg he
pushed off the wall. The second guard watched in surprise as
Azamuku leapfrogged over him by placing both their arms on his
shoulders and pushing up on and over him. Azamuku landed
causing dried mud to flake off his crusted body. He sprinted
down a hall and into a corridor to be surprised by a room full of
several people in high ranking positions from his division including
his general, but not only that the dead king.
King?” Azamuku breathed causing dirt to fall off his face when
his mouth actuated. A wide eyed Azamuku gazed at the King and
then his fully armed general whose lips was upturned at the corner
and the edges of his mouth. "Look our spy has arrived,”
declared the general. Azamuku faltered one step backward and
his body was afflicted with numbness. "What are you waiting for
arrest him," the general said as several men began to run toward
let out a single shaky exacerbated sigh. He inhaled, pivoted on
his left foot. He bolted in the direction of the window. The
guards that were chasing him earlier barred the path down the
hallway. While running Azamuku leaned on his left foot, tilted
his shoulder to his left, and suddenly pushed off his left leg. He
exploded to his right barely dodging a blade that kissed the nape of
his neck. "Argh!" a guard shouted as he missed.
finally found the window after passing the chamber he had visited for
the murder with the dead king still there. He quickly lifted
his left leg outside the window and onto a foothold. The sound of
clattering footsteps approached. Looking back through the window he
saw men from his division nearing. His right foot found a foot
hold next. The swing of an assailant’s blade just missed
his hand as Azamuku let go of all footholds and began to fall toward
the ground. He reached for the wall once more grabbing foot
holds with his hands. He banged his body against the tower
scraping his chest, stomach, arms, and legs at the same time. Men
where climbing down after him. Azamuku let go again as the men
began to use steel metal claws in the gloves of their armor to grind
down the wall. "Ahhh!" he shouted as he landed on his
legs. He used his right hand to push himself up. He
turned and limped to light colored wall.
mud had been the ground seemed completely solid. Azamuku
galloped as best he could a grimace stricken on his face as he ran.
He slowed to a stop as his eye sight focused on the walls. He
looked behind him, men were gaining. He let out a moan as he
hurried to the light colored wall. The wall came alive and
shrunk back upon his approach. "Please he thought as he
leaped and placed his hands on the wall's surface digging his fingers
into the crevices of the curve. Immediately the red liquid
formed but retreated when it touch Azamuku's mud caked hands.
Azamuku eyes were wide as he glanced at the substance. He
swung his left foot onto the curve and using it as leverage pushed up
and rose his right arm onto the curve next. He then proceeded
to climb over the wall left hand first, right foot second, the liquid
always shrinking from his body. He landed pounding his body on
the ground of the other side of the wall. His bones jarred from
the impact. As he inhaled and exhaled- he rolled holding his
head. His body racked with the effort. A grimace was
pasted to his face. "Hey Azamuku,” came a voice
right beside him. Azamuku turned to face the general swinging a
pummeled hammer into his to the head.
groaned as he awoke strapped to a blood stained chair. There a
guard swung a sharpened knife at Azamuku’s secured hand.
Taking off three fingers.
many ways are their to die,” the current general of the rocky
hills secret organization spoke.
one of the elite assassins of the Rocky Hills secret organization who
is strapped to a blood stained wooden chair screams in agony as his
third finger is chopped off and with it his dream of becoming a
general for all to see. Fear, sadness, anger was what he felt inside.
A tear fell from his eyes as he groans in pain. His ears
began to ring as his body shook.
was oblivious to the guard who said, "Is that all you'll have of
me sir?" The general of the Rocky Hill secret organization
thirsty voice responded in the shadows of the room saying, "Cut
another the spy who attempted to take our King's life mustn't use
that hand again." The guard grunted as they swung the
blade at Azamuku's right hand lopping off another finger. Azamuku
eyes watered as he screamed in rage and pain.
will die I will make sure of it but you will suffer,” the
general said to Azamuku.
sluggishly looked up toward the guard while his ears rang. Only
one thought filled his head. "Why, why was he betrayed,"
he thought. The general watched Azamuku's movement with a
smile." Only one left the general said while the guard
held Azamuku's wrist which was drenched in blood. The guard
looked back expectantly. "Cut it," came the general's
greedy voice. The guard turned back around lifted the blade and
lopped off Azamuku's right thumb.
screamed in horror and agony as the thumb fell upon the ground.
Azamuku eyes drooped and he saw the blood and the fingers of
his right hand lying upon the dirty ground painting a picture of
revolt and the perverse intentions that got him here. Azamuku
stomach quivered before he vomited on the already painted floor. He
blacked out and fell against the chair.
general told the guard he would take Azamuku to prepared cell. The
guard handed the general the key and walked out of the cell.
general released the restraints binding Azamuku. Azamuku's limp
body fell to the ground face first. The general began to beat
Azamuku by kicking him repeatedly while declaring he wasn't done with
him yet- each kick.
was beaten while unconscious. The general walked out the cell
and returned with a hot cauterizing tool. The time to "heal"
Azamuku's wound had come.
general cut off Azamuku's left hand at the wrist. Azamuku
grimaced but remained unconscious. The general moved to
continue his deed all the while smiling. "We can't have
you dying yet now can we?" he said sarcastically. He
cauterized Azamuku's bleeding wounds so that Azamuku would stay alive
and could suffer. Azamuku winced each time the hot metal aimed
to sear his body but remained unconscious. The general took
Azamuku's body and threw it in the prepared cell.
cries as he awakens bruised all over on the wet dirty floor of a
prison cell. He was drenched with a dirty liquid, his left hand was
missing and poorly cauterized, and so were the knobs on his right
hand. Azamuku attempted to stand up. The cauterized flesh
irritated him extremely and slowed his movements. He looked at
his arms and his face cringed with anger. "I'll kill
them,” He said. "I'll kill them all."
looked at his surroundings. He saw the grey pail walls and the
grate above his head. The icy cold winter wind bit at Azamuku's
wet exposed face.
noticed the pain in his bruised neck and then the pain in his ruined
body. He slowly attempted to sit down. The pain of the
bruises increases tenfold causing him to feel on edge.
keen ears pick up the voice of the proctor making morning
announcements over the prison stage. The proctor declared for
all to hear Azamuku's sentence- death in three weeks.
then a man passed over calling down to Azamuku. "Hey, the
man said as he poured a foul smelling icy cold liquid through the
grate and continued on his way. Azamuku stepped backward
the smell of the liquid reaching him before the liquid actually did.
He tripped on the uneven stone foundation and the piss drenched
his brows furrowed and he began to shiver as the cold liquid grew
colder and the wind blew ever onward. "Why, why him,"
Azamuku began to think as the anger on his face rekindled causing his
eyes to water. "I'll kill you all,” Azamuku thought.
Several children skipped over the grate taunting him. Azamuku
overwhelmed and blind with anger grimaced, pushed himself up and
spits at the grate but the spit falls back in his face. He
grimaces the treatment created sadness which overboard his heart. "I
can't take this," he complains. Azamuku begins to weep as
time passes and the freezing cold increases. He shivers. He
tries to take off his clothing but without enough fingers only
manages to shift his shirt a bit. He sits in a corner of the cell
and shivers. Day comes and goes
expects to die. All the conditions felt right for his death and
he hated it. He sticks his tongue in between his teeth
contemplating biting it and killing himself. He contemplated
killing himself when he was a kid. Azamuku grimaced. "I
must have never really changed since those times,” he thought.
Now it seemed that he no longer could be anyone the world loved
just like it was in his childhood. No one had considered his
situation now although rightly so. He begins to recall when he
tried to kill the king and frowned ashamed and regretful. "Maybe
I actually do deserve to die,” he thought.
all he did try to assassinate the king. In fact he thought he
had assassinated the king. “A double- why had a double as
if expecting that someone would come that night,” he thought.
"Why had he so easily killed the king's double? "He
must find out the truth that was beyond the gray cell door.
Why was he betrayed. He walked to the cell door. Just
then the General's voice sounded down the hall and right after
footsteps of two guards. "Get him up and bring him to the
king,” the General spoke.
stepped back as a guard began to unlock the cell. Two guards
entered in and held him by his fore arms and began to move him.
Azamuku winced as the sensitive skin on his dismembered limbs
was irritated by the quick grabs. "I just need to trick
them and run away,” Azamuku thought.
dragged his feet in the ground forcing the guards to carry his body
upright. They slowly reached open air free from confines of the
cell. Azamuku slammed his dragging feet into the ground lifted
his shoulders and pulled his arms from the grasps of the ones
carrying him. He turned and ran toward an alley. Strangely
enough the guards did not chase. Nevertheless Azamuku continued
to run until he was out the sight of the two guards.
how well his organization had been at finding targets Azamuku could
only think of one place to go- home. No one would suspect it he
idealized. Somehow he made his way home without being pursued.
Azamuku opened the door and immediately his training kicked in
and he became wary. "Who's there?" Piluno was
waiting for him. "I’m surprised you could detect me
in that state,” Piluno said as he stepped from the shadows.
"It seems your perception is as keen as ever. It was
a fluke what you did for this nation and it was a fluke that you
could ever beat me.”
tossed a blade at Azamuku's head. Azamuku moved his head and
body to the left. The knife planted itself into the wall
instead of Azamuku. Azamuku frowned frustrated- he wouldn’t
learn anything at this rate. "Piluno please I need help I
don't know what's going on," Azamuku pleaded. "I
don't care you are a light that must be extinguished.” Azamuku
grimaced frustrated and angered by the response. Piluno ran
forward. Azamuku's eyes bolted open, fear itself motioning him
to move. Piluno swung his blade down at Azamuku's waistline.
The strange things one thinks of in the times of crisis
Azamuku recalled all the time when he saw a soldier insulting
the undead army with his blade hilt in his mouth. Azamuku
stepped backwards quickly on his left foot turned and clamped his
mouth onto the blade stuck in the wall of his home.
sprinted, jumped off his left foot slashing at Azamuku's chest.
moved his right foot back turning his body quickly to the side and
away from Piluno's blade. At the same time using the momentum
he pivoted on his right foot and swung his neck outward gripping the
handle of the blade with tight muscles. Piluno landed on his
right foot and quickly forcing his left leg down leaned back avoiding
the blade that would have crossed his neck.
exhaled took two steps backward. He took one running step
forward with his left leg. He thrust forward his arm
straightening down his left side. Azamuku stepped forward
quickly and stooped down while running.
pushed through with all his might it came . Piluno began to
gargle and clutching his throat.
wood soaked up the carnage within the grooves of the floor like
several deep dark fissure. A thick dark red puddle formed where
Piluno lay. Piluno began to gag on his living fluid as it
permeated his lungs. Piluno grimaced deeply in such a way that
the lines on his face spoke of a dream he had that was being
butchered by incomprehensible amount of begrudging stabs.
body began to shake as if having a seizure. "I'm betwer,
you cunt kull meg," Piluno gurgled as his eyes and mouth filled
with blood. His body ended motion. "Argh!"
Azamuku shouted out the moment Piluno’s voice quit. Azamuku
slammed his blade into the wood floor. He clenched his jaw so
tightly a tooth cracked. Azamuku brought his hand to his mouth
and cursed something. His face became void of emotion. A
moment later he stood, turned, and struggled to put on some loose
fitting clothing and mountain shoes. He made his way out his
home. He attempted to stay low as he transverse out the gate
and too the forest.
put on a bag full of survival equipment. He sheaves the blade
within the slip along the back using his forearms. Azamuku
grimaced; somehow he felt he would never return here again. Azamuku
went out the building and bolted down the highway toward the border
of the forbidden forest. Men from his organization were chasing
him. So he ran into the forbidden forest not realizing that
this would change his life forever. Azamuku sprinted into the
forest and the canopies began to block out all light. Someone
called his named in the forest. The forest echoed the sound in
its dark canopies. "Azamuku we know you’re in
there," it said. "Come out now you don't want anyone
to get hurt. Azamuku mind flashed toward his crush the one he
had loved all his life almost as much he loved the idea of being a
general. The voice threatened to kill his lover
something that almost made Azamuku give up his position as rage and
fear filled his heart. The voice threatened to kill the one
thing important to him left- the only thing that still had any good
amount of hope of thriving. It was his mistake he should have
known better. Azamuku eye brows furrowed as his brown face
darkened red with anger. Amidst the dark canopies the
threanting voices' echoes died to a halt. This voice threatened
him suggesting he go to a lookout point that his colleagues used
often. He had to go. Enraged and still fearful for his
love's life he rushed toward the location to where the voices
commanded him to go.
he made his way through the dark forest he heard a high pitch bird
like hissing noise. Dark worms fell from the trees and
onto Azamuku. They began to bite and burrow into his clothes
and then flesh. Azamuku screamed in horror. He tried to throw
from him the nasty worms. One by one the strange tiny creatures
gave distinguished squeals and dug away into the ground in out of
site. The worms had done something to Azamuku. Azamuku
swayed and looked at his hands they were beginning to blur. He
took one step then fell like a tree face first into the ground.
awoke at night to a throbbing itching sensation through his body.
Mud was caked on his face. The wildlife of the forbidden forest
sang its tune. He attempted to push himself up and wipe
the debris of himself. Now standing in the moonlit light he
looked around sluggishly. He remembered his love and rushed
toward the lookout point.
made his way to the vantage point sword clasped with forearm.
He hid in the bushes near the vantage point. Later the general
came with Azamuku's sweetheart bagged with a black mask. "Azamuku
come out,” the general shouted. Azamuku came out. The
general smiled. Doubt and apprehension began to fill Azamuku's
mind as his eyes moved to the general's smiling face then the person
under the hood. "Show me it’s her,” Azamuku
said shakily. The general flippantly removed the hood revealing
the face of Azamuku's crush. Azamuku for a brief moment was
awed by the presence of the woman even in these circumstances. The
general took his dagger and slit the woman's throat. The woman
fell to the ground dead. The pain, disbelief, and anger in
Azamuku's heart toward the death were severe. Azamuku fell on
his knees and with blurry eyes stared at the general's eyes. "Why?"
Azamuku asked. "You have long been a thorn in my
side and the things you want in this world don't matter, that’s
why." The general spit. Anger was all Azamuku felt
now. He yelped in pain as sharp movement was felt in his
brain. Ignoring it.
clamped his sword with his mouth and ran straight toward the general
attempting to cause the blade to hug the general's stomach. The
general side stepped and deflected the tip of Azamuku's blade with
his own blade. Azamuku fell to the side. The general
planted his foot hard into Azamuku's back then planted his blade into
Azamuku's right arm effectively pinning Azamuku to the ground.
Azamuku enraged and in pain yelled while clinching his teeth on
the handle of the blade. "Aw it seems we missed the fun.”
A man under the general's command in the trees voice sounded
overhead. "It looks like we didn't need to go looking for
him after all," another member of the Rocky Hills secret
organization voice sounded. The blinding hatred Azamuku felt
was enough to boil a pot. He yelled as he wrenched his arm free
of the blade pinning him by making it cut through his forearm.
He turned and threw the blade in between his teeth at the
general. The general stepped back quickly deflected the blade
then laughed. As blood poorer from Azamuku’s arm "You
can't even protect yourself how could you have hoped to save her."
he chuckled. Azamuku eyes burned with rage.
metamorphosis in his eyes the window to his soul appeared and a black
wriggling pentagram was the result. "I'll kill you!"
Azamuku spit. "I'll kill you all!" The
general clutched his chest a look of surprise passed his face as he
fell limp, dead. The other men likewise began to fall
from the trees limp, dead. Azamuku watched this confused,
exhausted he fell limp. As he lay there black torrents of worm
like energy came from his left hand and fingers to form tissue and
awoke to a bright light. He felt the smooth prickly touch of
grass beneath his left hand. "I'm glad you are awake, I
have healed your injuries. "Who are you?"
Azamuku questioned quickly while blinking his eyes. "Do
not worry I am an ally not an enemy." "What could
have put you in such a state I am curious to know though," the
voice continued as if wrapped in honey. "The king,"
Azamuku thought. "They must have been a formidable enemy
sadly." Azamuku gritted his teeth. "Do you want
them dead?" "Yes," Azamuku quickly responded.
like I have healed your injuries I can give you the power to destroy
your enemies.” Azamuku felt his front side for his injury.
"It's gone,” he thought. He moved his right arm.
"All gone,” he proceeded to ponder. "You can
help me?" Azamuku spoke as his eyes focused on the man.
"You already have the power within yourself..." the man
continued. “I can help by giving it a push."
stared into the man's greenish blue eyes. "Yes help me."
The man gave a gentle smile as he slowly, gingerly placed his hand on
Azamuku's chest. Upon contact the man disappeared into a green
sparkling dust. "Wow," Azamuku spoke as he watched
the theatrics. The man's voice appeared although his body was
no longer visible. “ I have given you power all you have to do
is unleash it."
later Azamuku faces the king with corspes all around him. Men
he had killed with his new eyes. He raises his blade for the
battles had come to and end.
the last minute someone in a metal suit of technology comes out of a
fissure of light and grabs by the right shoulder Azamuku and
attempts to stab them in the neck. Azamuku flips that person on
their back and their equipment gets damaged. The light sucks
them both in and out of sight.
arrives in a strange world full of modern day technology. It’s
Halloween so Azamuku is taken aback by all the strange monsters.
He hears a lot of noise a home. Thinking it could have been a
war he approaches it. Their he meets bass boom. A man
with speakers surgically scientifically embedded into him like a
cyborg. When I say party you say party. “Bom,”
his speakers went. “Party, ”he yelled. “Bom,”
they went again. “Party,” the crowd repeated.