Crook and Flail

With that symbol scorched into my planet in mind, I scan the Networked DataBase for any leads, and I get a match. A destroyer of worlds. Celrdrrun. What a stupid name, it will be a pleasure to wipe it from existence. With what power? A voice chirps from the depths of my mind. No matter. The DataBase has no information on where to find him. I know where I can get information, I’ve learned of it from my travels. There exists a place where the seediest of beings congregate, the Network has so far ignored it, in favor of pure exploration.

I enter the disavowed area, to which I’ve never dared explore; nothing matters any longer. I land on the central planet, seeking information. I head into the utmost squalid district, knowing if anywhere, that is where he, or his whereabouts may be. My clothes are still roughed up from my last explorations, before my planet was expired, my hair overgrown. I wonder if this makes me appear beaten and spent, or as if I’ve earned my place on this planet. Stepping into the centroidal establishment, and making a point-blank line towards the seeming owner, I confront him.

“What do you know of a being known as Celrdrrun? Where can I find him?”
“I don’t know who or what you’re talking about,” says the stout, bald creature.
“He leaves this symbol,” I belt gutturally, scraping the symbol into the surface between us.
He remains unintimidated and nonplussed.
I slam my hand down.
“Tell me now!”

Everything goes white, then red. In the next moment, I realize I’m on my knees, looking at a stump surging blood where my hand used to be.
“You really should be more polite,” spews a grapnil; the security of this cesspool.
I stand to face him, but two more arrive.
“Looks like he still got some fight in ‘im, the little bugger.”
Something deep inside me tells me to take a swing with my remaining hand, but as I do, a slice from one of the others removes my innards, and they spill on the floor. Immediately, the scrumpers that infest places as this begin to make a banquet of them.
“String him up to the wall, let’s to make an example of this one.”
“This is where your sanity gives in, pathetic half creature.”

They use their abilities to affix me to the main wall, for all to see. Soon they tear out my throat to stop my threats. I bleed out for days, but do not die. My one arm is tied up, I hang from it, and my legs are hooked to the stone by the grapnil’s natural hook-like appendages, which regrow as fast as they can dispel them. My amputation is left free to bleed.
“He should be startin’ ta smell, Boss, I just dun get it.”
I can feel my body dieing, but it will not. I feel the last drop of blood exit my body, and my heart beat its last. In death I feel more alive than ever before.
“Hey, look, he’s starting to bleed again. A lot.”
“Aw, man, I can’t have that, look at that bubbling mess on my floor, it might damage something. Awright, get him down from there, finish the job proper, I’m sick of his damn face.”
As they approach, a bolt of energy hits me, courses through my spine. I see my arm again, a flash, an outline of light; but something’s different. It’s back, but as some kind of chitinous armor. It fires a blast at the first grapnil, removing its small head, and it falls. The other two look on in amazement. The flash of light appears over my whole body, outlining some new form. A surge of gravity brings all in the place to their knees. Everything is vibrating in my eyes, it feels like the end. Omega. I break free of the restraints in this new form. The gravity returns to normal. I walk towards the remaining grapnils, and eviscerate them with their own hooks. One track mind. Death.
“Tell me where is Celrdrrun, old man.”
“Hey, hey, oh yeah, now I remember. Celrdrrun. Just head to these coordinates…”

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One Response to “Crook and Flail”

  1. I’m very excited to see what happens next!
    “Everything goes white, then red. In the next moment, I realize I’m on my knees, looking at a stump surging blood where my hand used to be.
    “You really should be more polite,” spews a grapnil; the security of this cesspool.”
    and
    ” Soon they tear out my throat to stop my threats. I bleed out for days, but do not die.”
    are wonderful sentences.
    I think we’ve already established that you’re really good at natural dialogue: “He should be startin’ ta smell, Boss, I just dun get it.” I love that line in all of its simplicity.
    I like how you cleverly integrate gravity surge into the story, very personalized. Also, they were so wrong in thinking you were some weak, tiny little bugger! The moment you are struck by an energy bolt, I imagine the final scene in Beauty and the Beast when the Beast transforms into a…beauty?(let’s just say..) and there are tons of bright lights emanating from his limbs….that, mixed in with a bit of the Fifth Element (i.e. how I imagined the bad guys in the story).

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