Post by duckflesh on Jul 16, 2003 2:30:07 GMT -5
Kari’s Plight
By Duckflesh
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“Hey, handsome, going somewhere?”
Abraham, surprised, spins around towards that sultry voice coming from behind him. He smiles at the sight that greets him. There the mouse maid Kari stood, in nothing but a rather brief nighty. Walking up to her at a brisk pace, she enfolds him in a hug and they kiss briefly. She takes a hold of his tail lightly with one hand and licks his cheek.
“Just turning in for the night, are we? Need some company?”
“Mhm, Kari, I’d lov-“
His words cut off there without conclusion. As Kari stares up at him, a bewildered expression on her young face, he coughs once, spewing a light spray of blood onto her fur. She backs away from reflex, horrified, and Abraham’s now lifeless body falls to the floor, an arrow protruding from his back. Tears forming in her eyes, she snaps her head up. Down at the end of the hall the window hangs open into the night, and a rat in a dark cloak is shouldering his crossbow. Now he draws an evil look curved dagger and strides towards her at a slow pace, smirking slightly.
The vermin makes it all the way down the hall to her before his smirk suddenly mutates into a look of surprise. He crumples to the floor, moaning in agony. Kari crawls back away from him, pulling Abraham’s sword from the rat’s profusely bleeding stomach, hardly able to believe she had just stabbed a beast and yet not caring at all. Sobbing, she stumbles to her feet and drives the sword into his back, silencing him forever. Moaning terribly, she backs against the wall and slides down it, crying as she never has before.
After a few minutes time, the Skipper of Otters, hefting a good sized javelin, jogs around the corner. Seeing Kari slumped against the wall, he runs at a sprint to her, a look of concern covering his face.
“Miss Kari! Are you alright? Vermin’ve been attacking all over the Abbey, did one of em…”
She says nothing, sobbing silently. The skipper looks her over and can see she’s not wounded, a look of relief washing over his features.
“Thank god you’re alright, marm, I coulda never forgivin’ myself… wait… where’s that fiancé o’ yours?”
This evokes a choked sob from her, prompting Skipper to look down the hall, eyes taking in the sight of the carnage.
“Oh… miss Kari…”
Chapter 2
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The vermin had attacked in several parts of the Abbey that night. Fortunately, most were stopped by the wall guards. Of the few that did manage to infiltrate the place, all were killed, leaving Redwall safe once more. Kari was carried off, her small body limp, to the infirmity. Eventually she would drift to sleep in a hospital bed, fur wet with tears.
She would be gone from the infirmary by six o’clock the next morning, trudging to her room through the silent halls and locking the door behind her. Ten minutes later, she emerges in a plain tunic, her departed lover’s sword in her paw and a wicked curved dagger tucked into her belt. Heading down the hall to the window, which is still open, she climbs out, reaching the wall of the abbey. The guard on this wall had just passed by, and does not see her carefully shimmy down a stretch of ivy and run off into the woods.
It had rained the afternoon before the night of the attack, and the ground had been wet when they came. Even for an amaeuteur like her, their tracks were clear. She was traveling through solid woodland, but she wasn’t worried. She grew up in these woods, and the worst of predators would not be active at this time of day. Shivering as she walks, she corrects herself. No… the worst of predators where the ONLY ones that would be active, and those were the ones she had to find. She followed the trail for nearly an hour before stifling a gasp and stopping.
Directly in front of her was a cloaked rat, facing the opposite direction. He was talking to another rat a few feet away, who was busy attempting to dig a tuber out of the soil. She takes the large hilt of her sword in both hands and raises it up over her head, those salty, bitter tears reappearing in her eyes, She hears herself screaming hoarsely like a mad beast as she swings the sword around, hitting the rat from behind in the side of the neck. He is pressed against a tree, and with no where for his body to go, the blade cuts through cleanly, decapitating the cloaked vermin. The kneeling rat looks up to the sound of his friend’s body and head dropping to the ground, and is greeted by the cold, bloody steel of a sword slapping him in the face and dropping him to the damp earth. He looks up, eyes widening as he sees the sword maiden standing before him.
“N-no! Please! I’ve got a fam-“
His words are cut off by inane gargling as the sword plunges into his neck. She pulls it out and leaves him there to die as she strides into the vermin camp.
“Hey, you there! What the HELL do you think you’re doing?”
This one, a weasel, strides over with a cocky pace, and seems quite shocked when Kari shoves the sword up through his gut and into his ribcage, piercing several of his internal organs and leaking black blood out down the blade of the sword. Now her paws, just days before the soft, brown paws of a maid of Redwall, are soaked in the blood of other beasts down to her forearms.
She can hear commotion coming from inside various tents through the camp, but ignores them and turns to the only other beast who is ready to fight. He’s a ferret, but the biggest one she’s ever seen, even in story books. She knows, somehow, that this is their leader. Perhaps it’s because his armor is finer than that of the rest, or because his stride is different as he comes towards her. Or maybe she just KNOWS. She brings up her blood stained sword, but the ferret has reached her, his gigantic spiked mace batting the weapon out of her hands and sending it off into the woods, blade cracked. She realizes she’s crying openly as she ducks under his next swing of the mace, swiftly pulling out the dagger from her belt and driving it into his groin.
The noise the Ferret makes is unlike anything she’s ever heard, some kind of horrible combination of a scream and a gasp, as his knees buckle and he collapses on top of her. Now sobbing, she is somehow able to push the massive beast off of her, and, wrapping her arms around his writhing form from behind, plunge her dagger into his heart. He moans softly.
“W… whyyy?”
“You… you took him… the only thing that mattered to me…”
As she stumbles to her feet, she can tell the ferret is gone. She looks up again towards the tents, wiping the tears from her face as she sees that at least a dozen rats have formed up. The twanging of bow strings is the last thing she hears as she dies.
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Dedicated to A1011012, for use of a personal affect.
Email questions or comments to Duckflesh@aol.com
Have I mentioned I don’t own Redwall?
Thanks for reading.
By Duckflesh
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“Hey, handsome, going somewhere?”
Abraham, surprised, spins around towards that sultry voice coming from behind him. He smiles at the sight that greets him. There the mouse maid Kari stood, in nothing but a rather brief nighty. Walking up to her at a brisk pace, she enfolds him in a hug and they kiss briefly. She takes a hold of his tail lightly with one hand and licks his cheek.
“Just turning in for the night, are we? Need some company?”
“Mhm, Kari, I’d lov-“
His words cut off there without conclusion. As Kari stares up at him, a bewildered expression on her young face, he coughs once, spewing a light spray of blood onto her fur. She backs away from reflex, horrified, and Abraham’s now lifeless body falls to the floor, an arrow protruding from his back. Tears forming in her eyes, she snaps her head up. Down at the end of the hall the window hangs open into the night, and a rat in a dark cloak is shouldering his crossbow. Now he draws an evil look curved dagger and strides towards her at a slow pace, smirking slightly.
The vermin makes it all the way down the hall to her before his smirk suddenly mutates into a look of surprise. He crumples to the floor, moaning in agony. Kari crawls back away from him, pulling Abraham’s sword from the rat’s profusely bleeding stomach, hardly able to believe she had just stabbed a beast and yet not caring at all. Sobbing, she stumbles to her feet and drives the sword into his back, silencing him forever. Moaning terribly, she backs against the wall and slides down it, crying as she never has before.
After a few minutes time, the Skipper of Otters, hefting a good sized javelin, jogs around the corner. Seeing Kari slumped against the wall, he runs at a sprint to her, a look of concern covering his face.
“Miss Kari! Are you alright? Vermin’ve been attacking all over the Abbey, did one of em…”
She says nothing, sobbing silently. The skipper looks her over and can see she’s not wounded, a look of relief washing over his features.
“Thank god you’re alright, marm, I coulda never forgivin’ myself… wait… where’s that fiancé o’ yours?”
This evokes a choked sob from her, prompting Skipper to look down the hall, eyes taking in the sight of the carnage.
“Oh… miss Kari…”
Chapter 2
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The vermin had attacked in several parts of the Abbey that night. Fortunately, most were stopped by the wall guards. Of the few that did manage to infiltrate the place, all were killed, leaving Redwall safe once more. Kari was carried off, her small body limp, to the infirmity. Eventually she would drift to sleep in a hospital bed, fur wet with tears.
She would be gone from the infirmary by six o’clock the next morning, trudging to her room through the silent halls and locking the door behind her. Ten minutes later, she emerges in a plain tunic, her departed lover’s sword in her paw and a wicked curved dagger tucked into her belt. Heading down the hall to the window, which is still open, she climbs out, reaching the wall of the abbey. The guard on this wall had just passed by, and does not see her carefully shimmy down a stretch of ivy and run off into the woods.
It had rained the afternoon before the night of the attack, and the ground had been wet when they came. Even for an amaeuteur like her, their tracks were clear. She was traveling through solid woodland, but she wasn’t worried. She grew up in these woods, and the worst of predators would not be active at this time of day. Shivering as she walks, she corrects herself. No… the worst of predators where the ONLY ones that would be active, and those were the ones she had to find. She followed the trail for nearly an hour before stifling a gasp and stopping.
Directly in front of her was a cloaked rat, facing the opposite direction. He was talking to another rat a few feet away, who was busy attempting to dig a tuber out of the soil. She takes the large hilt of her sword in both hands and raises it up over her head, those salty, bitter tears reappearing in her eyes, She hears herself screaming hoarsely like a mad beast as she swings the sword around, hitting the rat from behind in the side of the neck. He is pressed against a tree, and with no where for his body to go, the blade cuts through cleanly, decapitating the cloaked vermin. The kneeling rat looks up to the sound of his friend’s body and head dropping to the ground, and is greeted by the cold, bloody steel of a sword slapping him in the face and dropping him to the damp earth. He looks up, eyes widening as he sees the sword maiden standing before him.
“N-no! Please! I’ve got a fam-“
His words are cut off by inane gargling as the sword plunges into his neck. She pulls it out and leaves him there to die as she strides into the vermin camp.
“Hey, you there! What the HELL do you think you’re doing?”
This one, a weasel, strides over with a cocky pace, and seems quite shocked when Kari shoves the sword up through his gut and into his ribcage, piercing several of his internal organs and leaking black blood out down the blade of the sword. Now her paws, just days before the soft, brown paws of a maid of Redwall, are soaked in the blood of other beasts down to her forearms.
She can hear commotion coming from inside various tents through the camp, but ignores them and turns to the only other beast who is ready to fight. He’s a ferret, but the biggest one she’s ever seen, even in story books. She knows, somehow, that this is their leader. Perhaps it’s because his armor is finer than that of the rest, or because his stride is different as he comes towards her. Or maybe she just KNOWS. She brings up her blood stained sword, but the ferret has reached her, his gigantic spiked mace batting the weapon out of her hands and sending it off into the woods, blade cracked. She realizes she’s crying openly as she ducks under his next swing of the mace, swiftly pulling out the dagger from her belt and driving it into his groin.
The noise the Ferret makes is unlike anything she’s ever heard, some kind of horrible combination of a scream and a gasp, as his knees buckle and he collapses on top of her. Now sobbing, she is somehow able to push the massive beast off of her, and, wrapping her arms around his writhing form from behind, plunge her dagger into his heart. He moans softly.
“W… whyyy?”
“You… you took him… the only thing that mattered to me…”
As she stumbles to her feet, she can tell the ferret is gone. She looks up again towards the tents, wiping the tears from her face as she sees that at least a dozen rats have formed up. The twanging of bow strings is the last thing she hears as she dies.
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Dedicated to A1011012, for use of a personal affect.
Email questions or comments to Duckflesh@aol.com
Have I mentioned I don’t own Redwall?
Thanks for reading.