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The
cathedral sat in the midst of broken homes in Lea Monde. There was an eerie
silence, as thick as the smell of ancient death that permeated the city.
Sunlight shone through the city giving the battered stone walls a golden
color. Even now the crumbling city was still beautiful, a melancholy beauty
reflecting the sorrow of its lost glory. The sunlight however could not
clearly illuminate this, because the truth and reality could only be found
within the deep tunnels. Where light could no longer be felt, where the
Dark dwells in its most potent power.
The truth that Ashley Riot sought so desperately for within the Dark, was
still so beyond his grasp. And now he stood in the light shining through
stained glass windows, splashing color in the dreary atmosphere. The inside
of the church was practically undisturbed, as if it were in use, little
dust actually existed. Despite the reality that the city had been devoid
of life for many years.
The only focus of Ashley’s cold blue eyes was a slight figure sitting sedately
on a sill of a window. The glass had been broken recently; multicolored
pieces scattered upon the floor. The figure was a slender young man dressed
in a bizarre and scanty fashion. His only garments were black leather pants
and a long similarly colored cape that hung from his pants. He held a sword
in one of two metal claws that were once his arms. The other hand idly
played with a piece of glass before dropping it to the floor. Multicolored
glass that glittered like jewels, broke upon the hard stone floor.
“Sydney Losstarot.” Ashley growled softly in greeting gazing up at the
sorceror. He took strides to the windowsill, sandaled feet gliding soundlessly
on the floor. At the sound of his name Sydney turned to the knight with
a amused smirk, blonde hair shadowing his pale face.
“I want answers. I’m sick of the games you play.” Riot continued drawing
his own sword from its sheath.
“The truth? Which do you prefer to content your suffering soul?” The sorceror
said tapping metal fingers on the sill, his motion screaming with his boredom.
The sword in Ashley’s hand trembled from fury and he did bother to keep
the poison from his words. “You once told me that I was the predator and
you the prey. However it seems that I am merely the pawn in whatever twisted
game you play. And if I don’t the truth of your intentions it will end
here and now.”
“Threats bore me knight, however I will humor you since you asked so nicely.
And if I may ask a question.” Ashley’s eyes widened in surprise and he
stiffened, however after a moment he nodded his assent.
“Just what the hell happened to your shorts?” Ashley craned his neck to
look at his backside and sure enough, two identical holes were slashed
on his rear. (Side Note: No I am not lying. Video-games are evil.) “Dammit!
And I just sewed them too!” Ashley’s glare returned to see Sydney shaking
with laughter.
“You bastard! Why the heck do your zombies keep ripping the seat of my
pants?” Sydney’s laughing face immediately turned to a scowl at the knight’s
words.
“What are you insinuating? I dislike that tone of voice…” Sydney snarled
with gray eyes narrowing in anger.
"Fag!" Ashley screamed covering his bare rear. “It certainly explains a
lot! A clear sign is that stupid dress you’re wearing!”
“That is not a dress!” Sydney replied indignantly and then tried to explain
what it really was. “Uh…it’s…”
“Then it’s a butt-cape!” Riot said pointing an accusative finger at the
slight man.
“At least I’m not displaying my butt to the whole damn world! Quit blaming
your freaking problems on me!”
“What kind of man wears a butt-cape huh? I’ll tell you: a fag! And a faggot
that has his zombies ripping open my shorts is a big problem!” Ashley countered
shaking his fist.
“Hah! You’re the one that keeps following me around! Besides the way you
walk around, like a cheap street harlot, of course the zombies are going
to think you’re a good target!” Sydney said with a smirk.
“Oh yeah! Why don’t you put on some damn clothes? You look like a bigger
bimbo then I do!”
Sydney recoiled with a hiss and teary eyes. “That’s not my fault! It’s
the only clothing I have left. I’d like to see you button pants and put
on shirts with claws.”
“Granted.” Ashley said with a shrug of broad shoulders. “However you’ve
had Merlose Callo in your clutches since this venture began. And you haven’t
made a move on her even once!”
The sorcerer folded metal arms around his chest and snorted. “I have been
busy idiot. You think I have time to play with the Cardinal’s high class
harlots with stupid knights chasing after me?”
“What are you talking about? You came to me first! And what about that
fight with that moron Grissom? Where the hell were you? Standing aside
and staring at my conveniently ripped shorts probably!”
The sorcerer’s face contorted into a snarl as he replied. “I was healing
you! Casting protection spells fool!”
“Casting on yourself you mean!” Finally it was Ashley’s turn to smirk.
“Shut up! I let you keep all the stuff you found on the corpse!” Sydney
replied, his gray eyes blazing.
“Oh that really makes up for you staring at my butt! What do I look like
a cheap prostitute?” Ashley countered heatedly and Sydney merely nodded
coolly. Before Ashley could retaliate the door of the cathedral was thrown
open.
There stood a very evil looking Romeo Guildenstern, before speaking he
bowed politely. “Excuse me but would you faggots shut the hell up? I have
to cut off Sydney’s tattoo for my sick fun and I don’t need your insipid
bitching while I do it!”
As the arrogant man strode up to them both Ashley and Sydney froze. As
they exchanged looks, a most evil smirk appeared on both faces simultaneously
and their eyes glowed scarily red that did not come from excessive drug
use.
“What kind of man has the name Romeo….”
“He has to be gay, he killed his own girlfriend…”
“Sick bastard wants to carve me up…”
“He’s wearing a dress.”
The idiot (Side Note: Well yeah who walks in on a love spat huh? An idiot
that’s who.) stopped in his tracks as the pair turns to him. Ashley had
a huge hammer in his hands that came from none other than the video-game
gods who allow a little guy to hold eight to ten weapons at a time. With
Sydney right behind air crackling with the power of something other than
a protection spell.
The usual silence of Lea Monde is soon broken frightfully with the sound
of agonized screams and maniacal laughter. Including a scream from Ashley
Riot: “Dammit Sydney! Quit staring at my butt!” Minutes of this pass with
the unusual sound blasting throughout and then silence once more, however
this is not to last. A body is thrown out one of the cathedral windows
and cries for a ‘mommy’ and scampering feet is heard.
Two pleased and smug men viewed the scene of Romeo’s fleeing with sadistic
glee from the broken window. “I didn’t think you had it in you Mr. Justice.”
Sydney said wiping the blood from his sword on what remained of Romeo’s
skirt. Ashley snatched away the cloth when Sydney was done and cleaned
his own dirty weapon without a reply.
“Come now.” Sydney pouted leaning on the other man. “It was fun.”
“Just because I agreed to beat the life out of Guildenstern and Grissom
together doesn’t mean we are a item.” Ashley said pushing Sydney away.
“All right.” Sydney agreed. “But I do think I can have Hardin baby-sit
Joshua and Merlose tonight. Let’s go play a new game.”
The knight eyed the slight sorceror warily. “What game?”
Sydney laughed sheathing his sword. “Why cat and mouse of course. This
time little Romeo will be the prey and we the predators.”
“All right.” Ashley agreed. “But you better not stare….”
And for those who are sick of the butt joke Sydney interrupted with a sarcastic
reply. “Yes yes of course dear.”
As the sun waned in the skies of desolate Lea Monde, joyous and sadistic
shouting fills the air. Along with gut wrenching screams, but let us not
dwell on such things. Instead the joy of two gay men beating up on a poor
defenseless toad who has incurred the wrath of the fickle author. The vengeful
author who dislikes guys that try to carve tattoos off people’s backs.
The End
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