Famers Storywriting Debate Tournament Round #1

Chapter 5 Reality check Allister stood over his master in Triumph, Axe raised. Suddenly, Allister felt that this wasn't going to be so easy. 10 years... 10 long years... And it comes to this? Allister looked at the bleeding man beneath him and his heart felt heavy. Allister had never murdered someone. How could he start now? Let alone on someone who had trained and cared for him his whole life? As Tjorbörn moaned with pain on the ground beneath him, Allister suddenly felt sympathetic. Allister tried to bring the Axe down, he really did, but he could not bring himself to do it. "What are you waiting for Allister, kill him!" Mirva shouted eagerly from the other side of the cabin. Allister raised the Axe a little higher, but still felt he could not do it. A bead of sweat formed at his brow. Everything was quiet, even the distant war cries, clashes of steel, and destruction seemed to have been muffled. Suddenly Tjorbörn spoke through coughs of choked up blood. "Are you waiting for the grass to grow Allister? Be a man, and finish me off. I have trained you better than this. You should know never to-" Allister cut him off "Never to hesitate in killing a downed opponent. I know." Allister said calmly. Allister tried to picture him beheading the man below him, and almost threw up at the thought. He bit his lip in irritation. He bit his so hard, that blood began to trickle down his lip. Tjorbörn started to laugh. Though is laugh was hoarse and week, his held every bit of manipulation it in tone such that it was condescending. "Your weak. That is all you are. HA! And to think I thought you were ready for this. This is my mistake though. I should have seen your weakness when I first picked you to be my assistant. You are an bastard. I thought killing your parents would give you motivation, make you into a heartless killer! But apparently I was wrong." Tjorbörn ended the statement in a cold dead piercing tone. Allister practically almost dropped the axe upon learning this shocking information. He- he must be lying! Allister thought. Suddenly the images of his parents face popped up in his head. He had not seen them in 11 years since they mysteriously died, but he always thought of their faces, the last images of them. As he thought of the information that Tjorbörn had given him, the images shattered. No this cant be! Tjorbörn, upon viewing Allister's expression of shock and dis-pair, only laughed harder. " That's right boy. I slaughtered your loving parents. Oh how joyous it was to listen to their screams and pleas for death, as I killed them slowly. The way they begged me to stay away from their son. They way they wet themselves, as I made sure they suffered, knowing you were about to become my ultimate weapon! Yes, the memory is one I adore...." Tjorbörn said, before laughing maniacally. Allister stood there, stock still, as a statue. His expression was frozen with disgust. Tears started to flow from his eyes as he thought of what Tjorbörn was saying. Tjorbörn continued "Yes, their son cannot even be strong enough to avenge them, even now when revealed their murderer. They would be dis-appointed in you Allister. I sure am." Allister suddenly took everything full force, as things finally set in. His blood boiled. His eyes almost turned red. Allister started to grind his teeth. He felt anger course throughout his body. Suddenly he felt nothing but hate. Hate for the man below him who had taken everything from him. "And yet here you stand. Weak and oblivious still, Allister. Fine then. If you aren't going to kill me, allow me to get back to business. I have a war I need to take care of." Tjorbörn started to raise himself weakly off the ground. SPLLLICCK!!! Suddenly Tjorbörn fell back down, as Allister's axe impaled Tjorbörn right in the abdomen. Tjorbörn screamed in pain and blood instantly started gushing out of him covering the floor forming a pool around him. Allister peered deep into Tjorbörn eyes. Veins were practically popping out of both of the men's heads. "YOU-!!! You.. took... EVERYTHING.... from ME!" Allister screamed at the man. Tjorbörn's eyes suddenly looked fearful, previous confidence forgotten. "...Do-.. don't do it... Allister... Please..." Tjorbörn managed to whisper out. Allister twisted the axe inside of Tjorbörn, and added more pressured. Blood spurted out, spraying allister all over. Mirva watched, transfixed in horror, and Allister was sprayed with red liquid. Mirva ran outside, as she could not watch anymore. Allister didn't seem to notice the blood on him, nor the incredibly loud and intense screams of pain from the dissected man beneath him. Allister formed a grin. He pulled the axe out with a gut wrenching (no pun intended) sound. He then proceeded to bring the axe down, again and again repeatedly on the man. He started with both of his hands. Then he made his way down to the legs. Finally Allister relieved the man of his scrotum. The Screams were horrifying! Mirva almost cried, as she heard the man inside get tortured. Finally the screams seemed to turn into a low whimper, as the man was dying. Under normal circumstances Allister would have been surprised the man was still alive. But Allister didn't care. All he cared about was ending the life of the man who took his life away long ago. Allister was covered in blood, soaking wet in it. He smiled, as he got within inches away from Tjorbörn mutilated face. "Thanks for the lesson, master." he said bluntly. Suddenly the axe came down, and buried itself deep in Tjorbörn's skull. Instantly Tjorbörn's body jumped like a live wire as his nerves kicked off right before his death. Finally he lay still, fingers twitching a few more times. Allister spit on the his body, then turned and left the cabin. Mirva screamed when she saw Allister. He was beaten bruised, and covered with blood on every inch of his body. She stared at him in complete horror. "We have a city to save" He said plainly. This voice was different though. This was the voice of... of something else. All traces of humanity had seemed to vanish from his face. He was no longer the eager boy always eager to learn. No, he knew everything about being a killer now. The last thread holding him back from being the warrior he had always dreamed of becoming, was finally shred. Mirva nodded, shakily. "Let us go then." With that, the two rode back to the city.-------- As they arrived to the scene, both of them were appalled. The scene was utter chaos. There were no longer man outside the walls, they had all managed their way in. The enemy hoard was outstanding. There had to be over 1500 men attacking. Normally this wouldn't be a problem for the city of Elkvale, as their city stood strong with around 5000 soldiers in it's stronghold. But this was different. The city had been taken completely by surprise. There simply wasn't enough time to prepare for the attack, and right off the back most city guards, and suddenly active duty soldiers were already killed. Bodies were strewn across the streets, from both sides, though the majority were sided with the empire. The rebels clearly had the upper hand. Allister stared in horror as the scene before him continued to unfold. There were so many bodies covering the earth, that you could scarcely see the ground anymore. Men, woman.... Children... heart sank as he viewed the battle scene. So much death.... And to think all of this had been caused by Tjorbörn. People that Allister had known his whole life, lie dead in the street. Arrows flew chaotically around the city. There seemed to no longer be any sense of tactic in the assault, it was now just an all out brawl of death. The empire by now, had formed a decent sized force, however at this point is was still less than that of the rebels. There were still about 800 rebels, compared to the empires feeble 500. Please read the ending in the links below.Thanks for reading guys! http://www.debate.org...http://www.debate.org...