Tower part 4

Having some internet issues so I'll post when I can.

Trell was dragged off to an extravagant dining room with a long table filled with food, just looking at it made his mouth water. Amongst the traditional dishes he had grown up eating were others that he had never seen before. Kaitlyn sat at one end of the table casually eating a pear and watching him eye the food. The guards dropped him to the ground and left the room closing the doors behind them.

“Please sit down and eat.” Kaitlyn said gesturing to an open seat near her.

“I’m not hungry.” Trell managed to say trying to tear his eyes from the food. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, he hadn’t had anything to eat in a while.

“You must eat to keep your strength up. Otherwise you won’t last very long.” Kaitlyn said getting another wicked smile as she watched him eye the food longingly.

Trell felt his will bend and although he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction in thinking she had one he had to eat something. Reaching out to one of the plates that held wedges of cheese he kept his eyes on Kaitlyn to make sure she wasn’t tricking him in some way. Kaitlyn never made a move as he brought the cheese to his lips and took a bite, she simply smiled a bit more.

“I never did ask your name back at the camp.” Kaitlyn said setting aside her pear and watching Trell eat. “What do they call you?”

“Why would I tell you?” Trell asked between mouthfuls of food, his strength was returning and so was his defiance.

“What harm would it do?” Kaitlyn asked sitting back and looking slightly annoyed. “If you don’t want to give me your name then I’ll make one up for you. I think I’ll call you Hero. After all that’s what made me choose you.”

Trell remembered what happened back at the camp, she had called him a hero then too. While he didn’t want to give her his name to be defiant, it still wouldn’t do him any good to keep it to himself. She didn’t seem all that agitated that he wouldn’t give her his name.

“Trell. What’s your name?” Trell said in a mockingly polite tone.

“I have many names that people call me, but you may identify me as Mistress Kaitlyn.” Kaitlyn said watching Trell take a seat in one of the many open chairs around the table. He had already consumed his fill and was now just resting himself, it was time.

“Why did you take me?” Trell asked voicing the one question that had been on his mind since he got here.

“I need someone like you around. You will help me survive for a long time.” Kaitlyn said looking at Trell and wondering what the look on his face would be when it happened. Horror? Pleasure? Anger? Disgust? Or perhaps some mix of all of them?

“What do you mean?” Trell asked confused at what she was hinting at, the smile she had told him it wasn’t good.

“You are basically a pet, a very special pet.” Kaitlyn said getting up from her chair and moving swiftly to stand behind Trell.

Immediately Trell went to stand and run from her but it was too late, she grabbed him from behind and held him in an iron grip. The double doors that Trell had come through opened up to admit the same two guards that had been hauling him all over the tower. Between them they carried an immense full size mirror etched with runes along the edges. Setting it down in front of him he saw his reflection in the mirror with Kaitlyn standing behind him and holding him in place.

“What’s that for?” Trell asked terrified at what the answer might be.

“I like to watch while I feed.” Kaitlyn said a moment before she sunk her teeth into Trell’s neck finding the large artery and siphoning off some of the blood it carried into her mouth. Opening her eyes she looked at the mirror and saw Trell’s face had twisted into a mix of horror and amazement.

Over the years she had learned to make sure she didn’t siphon off too much blood while she drank. If she took in too much at once he would either pass out or die, neither of which she wanted. It had taken many years before she learned to balance her lust for blood with the life of the thing she was feeding on. Keeping a blood pet was a hard thing but she had effectively mastered this one aspect of it.

Trell felt himself being drained of something that he had never thought about in all of his life. While he was being drained though he felt something else filling the gap, a pleasure of some kind. He fought it, telling himself that this creature that had him was evil and whatever she did to him was wrong no matter how good it felt. He felt himself get dizzy and then just as he was about to fall over he felt her teeth leave his neck and something cold and soft press against the wound.

“Take him to a proper room this time. And make sure someone takes care of him.” Trell heard Kaitlyn say as he fell over into the waiting hands of the two guards. He felt himself start to be carried then whatever strength he had left him and darkness took him.

Veritas Secundum Veritas
-Botched

Tower part 3

A short bit I wrote over the weekend.

Trell woke to find himself in a small cell with a barred window as his only source of light in the dank darkness. Looking around he found there wasn’t anything else in the cell aside from a plate of food and the pile of blankets he was laying on. Standing up he crossed the cell to the plate of food and looked at the now stale bread and moldy cheese that were once fresh. How long had he been out? Turning his attention towards the window he grabbed the bars and hoisted himself up to look outside and see where his prison was. Much to his amazement the sight of the ocean greeted him, it stretched as far as the eye could see with no land in sight. Letting go of the bar’s he sat down in his cell wondering what the woman wanted from him. One little act of bravery had earned him this cell and whatever came with it. Trell was overcome with fear about what might happen to him and he began to wonder what he had gotten himself into. Trying to find some kind of comfort in the idea that he had saved the little girl from the woman’s whip he waited.

A few hours passed before he heard anything other than the relaxing sounds of the ocean from his barred window. A loud clang, then footsteps as something walked down what sounded like stairs towards him. A click sounded from the wooden door in front of him just before it swung open to reveal the woman from before. She was wearing a long black dress that hung down to just before the floor that rustled a little as she entered the cell to stand before him. Trell wasn’t feeling very defiant right now but he dredged up enough strength to say “What do you want?”

“You are going to join me for dinner.” The woman said smiling wickedly at him as if this were some kind of joke he couldn’t possibly understand.

“No thanks.” Trell said ignoring his grumbling stomach, he had to remain strong or else this woman would break him. “I’m not hungry.” At this the woman laughed hysterically causing Trell to look at her strangely, what was so funny? “What’s so funny?”

“You are! I must say I didn’t expect to get a jester along with a pet.” The woman said still laughing at Trell. “Come, you must clean yourself up before the meal.”

With that the woman left and two burly guards came in to haul Trell off his feet and to a bath. Trell struggled as much as he could but the two men were stronger than he was and he still felt weak from not eating. Surprisingly the two guards took him to a room with a bath in it and into the waiting hands of what looked like maids. Too weak to struggle any longer he let them scrub him down and dress him to look presentable. Through all of this Trell wondered why the woman would go through all of this trouble with him.

“Why does she care if I’m clean?” Trell managed to ask once the maids were finished dressing him.

“Mistress Kaitlyn does not like dirty things at her table.” One of the maids said after hesitating a bit. The maids then shuffled him out of the bathroom and back into the hands of the guards. Trell could hear them discussing something as he was dragged away, apparently he had not been told his purpose in the tower.

Veritas Secundum Veritas

Tower part 2

The second installment of my Tower story and currently all there is to it. Hopefully this weekend I'll write some more on it and begin posting whatever I do write.

Trell woke in the evening to the sounds of the creatures that were wandering about. The group now had a cart and the big man that had been carrying him before was now sitting next to him, when he saw that Trell was awake he grunted at the other members of the group. Trell attempted to move but found that he was tied up and gagged, was this some plot to kidnap him? And who was the she-demon that his father was talking about? The leader stepped back into the cart and took out a strip of black cloth that he tied around Trell’s eyes. Trell decided that he couldn’t do anything so he simply waited until he fell asleep. It seemed all Trell could do was wait until they arrived at their destination. Questions haunted his dreams as he came up with wild reasons of why the group was taking him away.

The few times Trell woke up, he always noticed that the cart was still moving along, they hadn’t reached their destination yet he thought. It seemed like days had gone by and Trell was beginning to get hungry when the cart finally stopped and he heard a group of voices as he was unloaded from the cart. The blindfold was torn away and he blinked at the bright sunlight. When his eyes adjusted he saw that he was in an encampment of some sort with a makeshift prison of sharpened stakes pointed inward and a couple of guards guarding a makeshift gate. The men that had taken him undid the ropes around him and motioned for the guards to open the gate. Shoving him into the prison the people that had brought him here walked over to a spot where food was being prepared and stood there watching the sky. There were a multitude of people in the prison, all of them around Trell’s age. The few girls that were in the prison were mostly sitting around crying, the boys were attempting to look brave in the face of danger but their faces betrayed their true feelings, they were scared.

Two guards soon came and delivered a large plate of meat and vegetables along with a large basin of water for everyone to share. Trell tried of thinking of any reason why they would want any of them, but couldn’t find any reason for him to be taken. Most of the children started out avoiding the plate of food as if it was poisoned but after some reassurance from the guards that it wasn’t they ate. After the meal, Trell decided to see if he could find out anything from the other prisoners. Although he asked everyone he could the effort was pointless in that no one knew why they were here.

“Guard!” Trell shouted at the nearest guard for the makeshift prison who turned around. “What are we all doing here? We have done nothing wrong!” The guard only shook his head in sadness and turned away lowering his head a little. There was something about the guards that were guarding the prison; they didn’t seem have the same demeanor as the people that had hauled him here. Trell was about to yell at the other guard when another boy stopped him.

“There’s no point, we all tried at one point but they just ignore us.” The boy said and Trell looked at him. The boy was a little bit younger than he was and had fiery red hair. Trell sighed to himself and was about to reply, but a steady drumbeat broke through the camp and the area began to get darker as if some gigantic cloud was blocking the sun. The camp bustled into activity as two tables were set up near the prison and a lot of spiced meats and cheese were put on them. A lot of people lined up by the edge of the tables, among them were the people that had grabbed Trell. Who were they setting up for? This question was going through Trell’s mind as everyone in the prison began to get up and watch. Soon the black clouds in the sky swirled around and descended until they began to take form of a rough black stone tower that sat hovering above the ground. A doorway appeared on the front of the tower and a woman dressed in a black gown stepped out of the doorway of the tower and gently floated down to the ground. All of the people in camp bowed to her and did not stand until she passed them and sat down in front of the two tables. Looking around at some of the other people Trell recognized the town’s mayor and several of the local merchants and guards. What was going on here?

“These are the finest spiced meats and cheese we could find, we hope they are to your liking.” the mayor said as he offered a bottle of wine to the woman from the tower in a kneeling position. The woman reached her hand onto the table and let her fingers brush against the various foods on it. Any villager would have killed for the foods that were there. The woman picked up a piece of cheese and bit into it, letting her face scrunch up in an instant she spit the cheese out and threw the rest onto the ground.

“This is peasant food!” The woman said throwing the wedge of cheese on the ground and stomping on it. The woman strode over to the prison door and motioned for the two guards to open it. Two more of the guards immediately rushed in and forced everyone into a line where she could view them one at a time. Striding down the line she examined each of the children individually and whenever she pointed to one of them the guards took them a couple steps forward. Reaching Trell she looked him up and down and he let a scowl take over his face, at this she only smiled a little and pointed to him. There was no warmth in the smile she gave, a hint of amusement perhaps but no warmth. When she reached the end of the line there were four children that had stepped forward, all of the children looked very nervous. Trell tried to put on a reassuring face for the others but he found that he just couldn’t, there was something about this woman that he didn’t like.

The woman stared at the four children and waved at two of them at which point the guards came and took them back into line. All there was left was Trell and the red haired boy that he had been going to talk to. “Bring a wedge of cheese to me.” The woman said to one of the guards in a commanding voice.

“But didn’t you say it was peasant food?” The guard said and quickly found himself thrown onto the stakes that lined the prison. The action happened so fast Trell didn’t even see what the woman did but he was sure that she was responsible for the action. The woman looked over at the other guard who had already hurried off to get a wedge of cheese. Taking the cheese wedge from the guard she offered it to both boys but neither of them dared move.

“It seems as if they are afraid of me and what I might do to them, but if they were really smart they would accept the offer or they could end up like that guard.” The woman said waving her hand to the guard impaled on the stakes. One of the girls began crying at the sight of the dead guard and the woman turned to her, letting a line of smoke come from her hand she let it come together in the form of a big black whip. Trell never considered himself to be very brave, but his father had taught him to protect those weaker than himself. In that moment knowing what would happen next he began to move and threw himself over the girl as the whiplash took him across his back splitting open his shirt and cutting the skin. Trell tried hard to not cry out and give the woman the satisfaction but he couldn’t help himself and let out a growl instead. Again and again the whip fell and Trell could feel the pain but he knew that the woman would get to hear him scream but he would spare the girl. The girl looked up at his face with tears in her eyes as she huddled down, but her face told him that she was grateful for his help. Anger coursed through his veins as he turned around and grabbed at the whip as it lashed out. Catching the whip he held it looking at the woman with intense anger in his face. The whole camp seemed to gasp together.

“Leave now!” Trell snarled at the woman whose face was growing happier and happier by the second.

“So you think you’re a bit of a hero eh? Well we’ll see how brave you are later! I will take him.” The woman said attempting to pull the whip back but Trell held it tight. The woman then dropped the handle of the whip and charged Trell with lightning speed and struck him in the stomach which knocked him off his feet. “Your mine now boy!” Were the last words Trell heard before he hit the ground and was beaten by the guards until he lost consciousness.

Veritas Secundum Veritas
-Botched

Tower part 1

Another old story this one is yet unfinished but I hope posting it here will inspire me to finish it.
It's untitled right now but I have the file marked as tower so that's what I'll leave it as.

Tower

The tower stairs had damp moss growing in patches as he ascended into darkness following his captor. The floors seemed to continue on forever and just when I was thinking that he might never reached the top, a door came into view just around the corner. The master of the tower stopped and took up the wrought iron handle and yanked the door open to find a round room beyond with a bed of straw in one corner and a water basin in another. The master ushered me in without a moment’s hesitation and I stood there in the center of the room waiting for someone to wake me up from this horrible nightmare, but no one did so.

“This is your new home.” The master said closing the door and locking it as she left. Reality clicked in just then about what had happened in the past two days.

Trell Orinto was working the fields just as he had always done. Trell encouraged his horse Sam to continue forward otherwise they would never get the fields plowed today. It was spring and since the snow had melted it was planting season again but first he had to make sure the fields were ready. Trell felt Sam stop for the second time that day and he decided he could give Sam a moments rest before continuing. Sam was getting on in years and Trell didn’t want him to die before they could afford a new horse. Trell wiped the sweat off of his brow and brushed back his dark black hair. Trell looked around the field and noticed that he didn’t have much left to do. Trell was about to continue his work when he saw his father and mother coming out into the fields waving their arms. Trell turned towards them and waited for them to get within earshot.

“What’s the matter?” Trell yelled out and waited for his parents to reach him.

“Quickly, we must get you inside before they come.” Trell’s father said as he grabbed his son’s arm and hurried him from the field with his mother in tow looking around frantically as if there was some kind of enemy around.

“What’s going on father? I need to finish plowing the fields.” Trell said as his father hauled him inside the house and let his wife shut the door quickly. In the distance Trell started to hear what he thought were horses heading towards their farm.

“We need to hide you for a time and pray that they don’t find you.” Trell’s father said as he took Trell down into the basement. Letting go of Trell for a moment Trell’s father began to shove aside a heavy shelf full of jars of jams and jarred fruit.

“Who is coming father?” Trell said a serious tone in his voice. Trell’s father finally finished moving the shelf aside to reveal a doorway. Opening the door Trell’s father grabbed Trell and shoved him to the room inside.

“The she-demons mercenaries are coming. We cannot let them take you” Trell’s father said slamming the door and locking it. As he struggled to bring the shelf back into place he heard the knock on the door upstairs and immediately doubled his effort and finished moving it into place. Afterwards he headed upstairs before they burst the door in.

Trell looked around the small room and found it to have a single pipe that seemed to lead to the outside but nothing else. Try as he might the hidden door would not budge with Trell’s strength and finally he gave up trying as he tried to listen to what was happening upstairs.

Upstairs the door broke open and a large man carrying an enormous bastard sword strapped to his back. The man glanced around the room before letting his eyes finally fix upon the man and woman in front of him.

“Where is your son?” The man asked looking at the two people standing in front of him.

“Somewhere safe and out of the hands of you and your demon masters hands!” Trell’s father said scowling at the two intruders. The man motioned with his hand to the two men behind him. The two men began to search through the house.

“I will ask again, where is your son?” The man said keeping his calm and looking bored.

“You will not take him! That she-demon can burn in hell for eternity!” Trell’s father yelled at the man. The man sighed and drew his bastard sword pointing it at Trell’s father.

“Tell us where he is or we will burn your house to the ground with you inside it!” The man said but there was no answer from Trell’s father.

A grunt was heard and Trell heard the sliding of something from in front of the secret door and soon the door opened. Trell felt rough hands grab him and hauled upstairs to where his father was being menaced by a man with a sword. Trell’s mother was in shock and his father was being threatened with a sword. Trell tried to struggle away from the man to help his father but to no avail.

“Ah there he is. Well then we will be off, if your lucky your son will return in a few days.” The man said to Trell’s father, Trell assumed this man was the leader of the group.

“What do you want with me!?” Trell asked still trying to struggle free.

“It’s not us that want anything with you, its Qoullia that might want you.” The leader said motioning for the group to leave the house. Trell’s father attempted to grab the man that held Trell, but he was batted aside as if he were a fly. Trell’s father fell and hit his head on a wall falling unconscious immediately. Trell’s mother ran to his side but never stopped staring at Trell as he was dragged off. Trell tried to give his mother a reassuring look but judging by her reaction he failed.

As the group left the house Trell felt that if he could find some kind of tool nearby he might be able to fend off the man holding him and return to help his father. This hope was short lived as one of the men walked up and hit Trell on the head with a club, Trell’s vision began to swim and soon the world turned black.

It's been a little while

Well I don't exactly have the best of excuses for the hiatus (not that anyone reads this). I did have an internet blackout for a couple of weeks but chalk the rest up to laziness. Anyways it's time to bring out a segment I have always been meaning to write.

The lights go on revealing a well laid out kitchen with a tall man with black hair standing behind the counter. The counter is lined with ingredients for the main dish.

"Now it's time for Cooking with Chris!" A loud voice announces to the cheers of the audience.

"Welcome everyone to my cooking show!" The host Chris said gesturing to the set. "Today we're going to be making my world famous waffles."

Grabbing a large mixing bowl from one end of the counter and pouring some pre-made pancake mix and adding in some other ingredients.

"You can make this from scratch but honestly there really isn't any difference. It will come out the same in the end." Chris said whisking the batter deftly. "It is also very useful to get out your waffle iron at this point."

Putting the bowl down Chris looked around trying to find the waffle iron. Cursing as he rummaged through the cupboards and looked around the counters. Opening one cupboard a large selection of pots tumbled out knocking him to the ground.

"Who packed these cupboards! I do not need more than two onions people!" Chris yelled coming out from the mess of cookery that fell on him and tossing some onions towards the sink. "Ah I found the waffle iron!"

Setting the waffle iron on the counter Chris whisked the batter a little bit more before setting it aside.

"Now we pour in some batter." Chris said grabbing a measuring cup and scooping the batter from the bowl and onto the waffle iron. "We close the lid and wait a few minutes."

A few minutes later

"It's very important not to open the lid too soon. Otherwise..." Chris said as he opened the lid and frowned as the waffle was torn in half. "That happens. God damnit! Hold on while I scrape this off."

Several minutes of scraping later

"Alright this time let's try greasing the iron and leaving it in longer. Despite what you think I have done this before." Chris said as he took a stick of butter and greased the iron. "Let's try this again."

Scooping more batter onto the waffle iron he set the top of the iron down gently and waited. It didn't take long for the batter begin to overflow and send Chris scrambling to clean it up.

"Too much batter is a bad thing. But you should clean this up before it dries and becomes more difficult." Chris said with increasing agitation as he tried to clean the waffle iron. "Ow I burned my finger!"

Several minutes later

"It is always a good idea to have a first aid kit on hand when working in the kitchen." Chris said holding up his hands with a total of five fingers bandaged. "Now our waffle should be finished. Let's see how it turned out."

Opening the waffle iron once again tore the waffle in half.

"Son of a bleep bleep. god damn bleep, bleeping bleep." Chris yelled picking up the waffle iron with his bare hands and throwing it across the room. "My hands, bleep bleep!"

Four burly men wearing shirts with station logos on the back rushed out to restrain Chris from picking up any of the knives in the kitchen. The four men wrestled Chris to the ground just before the screen cut to technical difficulties.

Several minutes later

The screen comes back in on Chris with his hands and several other body parts bandaged. He has a goofy looking smile on his face and looks totally out of it.

"That concludes our segment of cooking with Chris. Tune in next time for more cooking fun." Chris says in an almost too pleasant tone.