Thats kind of the issue with a lot of my blogging style is it feeds back into itself so if one falls it all falls. That's why I had to drop the white coat special. When Fracture took over Duckie's blog there was no reason to post on it anymore. It didn't make sense to. I had Fracture take over Duckie's blog for purely practical reasons. Duckie's blog already had an audience. It was unreasonable to think I could get them all to just jump ship to a random blog I referenced once in the comments.
That was when I hit the other problem. Fracture's continuing story over shadowed Duckie's old story.
And that's why we have a button on 'Wrath is Eternal' labeled 'Duckie's Archive'. Because that's its own story and I want people to read it and I want them to be able to pick it a little easier.
But yeah. Nice not to have to deal with that kind of shit on this blog.
And as I am happy to enjoy my laziness in this blog, here is an old story.
This story inspired one of the new characters I've got coming into prominence soon.
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Its called....
Betrayed
He stood before a dead man. The blood was slowly pooling and flowing to the center of the ring. He couldn't help but note that it flowed that much faster in the rain. He raised his spear in the air above his head, both in victory and so the sin of spilling that man's blood would wash from his spear and arm.
He heard his name cried out. He turned to face the women he never thought he would be so happy to see and let his spear drop to the floor. Running at him was his wife. Before he had a chance to say anything she tackled him to the floor and held onto him as tight as she probably could. Her eyes looked red and tired, like she had been crying for the entirety of that fight in fear for his safety. No words seemed appropriate but he wasn't sure if that was because of how over joyed he was or because he had learned just how little words really meant over the month of his ordeal, fighting for his life and freedom. He hugged her back as she started to ramble affectionate nothings of how happy she was and how proud she was.
He closed his eyes. He was just glad it was all over. Suddenly his eyes snapped open as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He could feel his beloved stiffen. She had fallen silent and the expression on her face was a mix of surprise and terror. She fell back off of him as the life fled from her body. She was gone, forever. The space between them revealed the culprit, his spear. It had been thrust through her chest clear through her heart and stopped inches into his top rips.
Standing over his wife parallel to himself was his trainer; the man who taught him to fight, whose encouragement had kept him going, who had called him friend. He didn't need to ask why though. He knew why and turned his head to face the monster he had called master.
To his dismay his master was there and in his masters arms he held what little of the man's family survived, the man's daughter. It was clear to him that she wasn't his anymore. Her clothes were stained with blood and she had a knife clenched in her right hand. He hadn't been the only one fighting in this terrible blood sport.
"Our agreement...?" spoke the man trying to understand why this was happening.
"Yes, as promised you were the only one fighting for your freedom but she wasn't fighting for freedom. Were you dear?" he smiled at her. She smiled back and snuggled into his side.
The man felt his heart sink. His head dropped. He could feel deaths slow embrace creeping over him. He didn't snap out of his wallowing until he heard his master move closer. He looked up to his daughter being set on his shoulders.
"Say good bye to daddy ok sweetie?" cackled his master. His daughter spared no time in obeying. She wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled his head back by the hair so she could see his face. She stared deep into his eyes for a minute. Both of them knew they would never see each other again after this. All the while she was staring she had the back of her foot digging into the fresh wound in his chest.
Suddenly her expression changed from its cold empty look into something terrible and feral. She screamed as she started stabbing into her father's face. She showed no mercy or pity as she ripped open his cheek and gouged out one his eyes.
The man felt a smile creep across his face. As his world turned black and everything he once had continued to turn against him he clung to the only sentiment of comfort he could think of.
'She's going to do so well in the arenas' he thought to himself as everything faded.
'She's gonna make her mother so proud....'
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