Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160415152614

"I-I w-wonder h-how it ends-s..." Aelwin responded as he closed his eyes, pure tears rolled down his face, slighly mixed with crimson blood.



NO!!..

Complete darkness.

Visions of flesh and severed limbs.

Everything fades to black again.

''STOP!! PLE-''

Last smash. The smash that ended the poor sod's life. Aelwin was looking through a keyhole behind the reinforced iron door, as his companion sat idly by, his head down. Tears worked their way down Hawksly's face and onto the door's chains. He slid down to his mate.

"W-we're doomed!.." he exclaimed, squeezing his friend's shoulders, "H-he thinks we're infected!"

The companion was silent, staring into the void, picking at a little rock that he found in the dark corner of the cell. His eyes could barely be seen under his dirty wavy hair. Aelwin tucked into the lit corner, terrified. He was looking at the idle companion, as the latter held the rock in his hand, indifference written all over his face, before he stood up and approached the tiny hole. White light was shining through and on the young Breton's face, and Aelwin could clearly see that his eyes were red and his lips trembling. He would never show it to Hawksly before, but it was obvious that he was afraid. He then closed his eyes and inhaled very deeply, squeezing the rock.

"He liked flowers. A lot." the Breton sighed with the same indifference, still staring at the beam of light, "He had those white nightshades, remember?.. We would always wonder how he came to grow stuff like this."

The Breton pulled a white nightshade out of his pocket.

"My mother would love to have those..." he exhaled.

"And now he is dead."

Aelwin remained silent, for the Breton's apathy scared him greatly.

"And my mother is dead, too."

Aelwin slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"And yours is, as well." the Breton glanced at Hawksly, "Everyone will be dead. Us too. Death is but an old friend... But they..." he pointed at the door, "They will meet this old friend today..."

The heavy door started trembling and creaking, chains hitting hard against the locks. The Breton leaned on the wall beside the door as it slowly opened up. The brutish Dunmer revealed himself to the two once more.

"Where... Where is the second bitch?!" the Dunmer shouted at Aelwin. Furious, he pulled his club and knocked Hawksly down on his back, before hitting him in the chest, causing the latter to choke. Just as he was about to land a blow on Aelwin's head, the Breton hopped out from behing the door, smashing the Dunmer's eye wide open several times. He then reached out to Aelwin.

"It's them or us now."