Thread: The Ronin, The Sorcerer, And The Sheriff (Dr. Nibbles x Andypants)

Alright... Three seconds... Pretty damn irritating.. Five seconds.. The Sheriff's teeth began to grind as this foreign pain continued to amplify. Seven seconds and The Sheriff was crying out in pain. AHHHHH!!!! FUCK!!!! He shouted, hands clenched, body trying to move but only resulted in fidgeting. There was a moment where his chest shot up, head tilted back into the ground as he arched his back as if something was trying to break out of his rib cage. Eyes well on their way to rolling to the back of his head as the only goal right now was to just stay conscious... But even that seemed to be too much as The Sheriff started to pass out, the word's that the Sorcerer whispered into his mind fading as his vision faded with it. The next thing the Sheriff could comprehend was a sudden warmth on his body, not a burning but definitely a discomfort. Of course this brought back the memories of the night before and the Sheriff quickly sat out, as if he had passed out for just a moment and all the shit that was happening was still going on. But when he opened his eyes he was met with blinding light, the man having to bring his arm up in front of his eyes to shield himself. After a few moments his eyes would dilate but even then the sun light seemed brighter then it normally did. Wait it was morning!? The Sheriff was quick to lower his arm, turning to see the dead bodies of the four that had been in the inn the night before. That irritating warmth still crept onto his body as he sat in the sun, the Sheriff actually getting up and moving to the side where there was no sun light. The Princess was gone, the Sorcerer and his phantoms no where to be seen... The Sheriff quickly looked at his arm, there was a clean cut through his sleeve, that dagger definitely had cut through his arm.. But what should of still been a nasty wound had completely healed, a scar no in it's place. The hell? The man asked, his skin looking paler as he stood there. The Sheriff was quick to walk over to the bar counter, having to squint his eyes when he walked past the sunlight that was creeping in from the front door. He looked at the giant mirror that hung up behind all the booze, his reflection absent in the mirror. The Sheriff raising his arms in the air, as if trying to wave... But nothing. Over here!!! There looks like there was some sort of shoot out!! The voice of a man came from outside, The Sheriff quick to turn and head for the door. What the hell was his problem with the sunlight?! He could walk into it but damn was it uncomfortable. He would figure that out later, he was quick to open the inn doors just as a man in foreign looking clothing came up. We help there are- However before the Sheriff could finish his sentence there was a sudden tug at his stomach. The man looking down to see a sword run through and out his back. This soldier based on what he was wearing had sooner stabbed the Sheriff then spoken a word. There a vampire here!! The man shouted, quick to kick the Sheriff back. The Sheriff falling back out of the sunlight of the door way, having grabbed the sword by it's blade and taken it with him. The Sheriff felt like gagging as he laid there, slowly pulling the sword out before dropping it on the floor. Looking down his stomach would quickly heal like nothing happened, a fresh scar replacing the wound. The soldier would step into the Inn pulling out a pistol but The Sheriff's body reacted before he could even protest, The Sheriff almost blur as he got up in front of the soldier. Grabbing the man by the wrist he would twist his arm until bone would suddenly protrude out from his fore arm, The Sheriff's eyes almost glowing red as they focused on the man's exposed neck as he cried out in pain. The Sheriff's other hand grabbed the soldier by the face, cranking his head to the side before he moved in and bit into the man's neck. The sun light that was shining down on The Sheriff's face again irritated him, but the blood, the taste... It washed over the sunlight like that blissful moment after you just had sex. The Sheriff breathing heavily through his nostrils as he drank and drank and drank as much blood as this man had to offer. After a few moments the soldier would be lifeless, falling down onto the ground with a giant gash in his neck, The Sheriff left standing there in the doorway of the inn mouth and chin completely covered in blood as he looked at the six other soldiers now standing at the ready with their pistols and rifles drawn. What the fuck was going on? Why did the Sheriff just drink that man's blood? Well he would get no answers here. For the second time he would be met with a shower of lead bullets, and unfortunately for him he wasn't thrown back into the comfort of the shade. Riddled with lead he was quickly bound and locked up inside of a cage that these men had brought with them. Where are you taking me!? The Sheriff shouted, somehow he wasn't dead... In immense pain due to the bullets now in his body and the sunlight that shined down into his cage... But somehow alive. The townsfolk that he had protected staying inside their homes, watching these men take him away. Shut your fucking mouth vampire! Your master has taken her highness and now we are going to take you back home and find out as much as we can about him and his fortress! One of the soldier's said before laughing, another soldier coming up and basically smacking the man upside the head. Shut your mouth you dumbass. No need to talk to the prisoner. He stated before moving along, the cage that the Sheriff was in was on top of a cart, being pulled along by a horse while the others rode on horses as well. Any more questions or statements that the Sheriff had, especially ones about not knowing anything about the Sorcerer were met with a bullet. Of course the Sheriff was amazed that he wasn't dying... Hell three days of riding along and still he was breathing... But he learned to keep his mouth shut for now, just because he didn't die didn't mean he didn't feel any pain. After the fourth day of travel the group would make it to Glensworth. A thriving and bustling city that was so large that it could be considered it's own kingdom or province. There were all manners of people and beings that walked the streets and filled the houses. Taverns and blacksmiths and all sorts of professions seemed open for business. The place was at least ten or twenty times the size of Dirt, it having been a long time since the Sheriff had seen such a place. But his view of the city would quickly go away as he was taken straight to the mansion that was in the center... Though it looked more like a castle then anything else. The Sheriff was quickly beaten and forced to wear shackles, rather heavy ones at that. A weird sort of iron mask was placed on his head, completely covering his mouth. And then it would begin. First came the whipping, flogged jagged pieces of metal fixed into leather straps tearing and slicing at the flesh of his back. The Sheriff gritting his teeth for the first ten or so strikes... The next forty definitely causing the man to cry out in pain. All of this was done in sun light, a panel being opened to let the sunlight in and onto The Sheriff. Once the man stopped whipping him the panel would be closed.. and like some grotesque magic the flesh on the Sheriff's back would start to regenerate, heal, and scar over. The bullets that he had been riddled with four day earlier pushed themselves out of his body. And this torture continued. More sadistic and brutal forms of torture seemed to be able to be used on him since he was no longer mortal. His intestines pulled out from his stomach, burning coals replacing the spot on the ground he could stand on. Every time he would be questioned, where was the Sorcerer, how could they enter the fortress. And yet each question was met with the same response.. I don't know!! And after what felt like hours the Sheriff would be brought to a cell, body fully healed from the lack of sunlight down here... But that only meant that in the cell the Sheriff was literally chained down to the floor. Even if he had the freedoms to leave right now he really wouldn't, pretty much slumping down onto the floor in nothing more then tattered pants since all the torture had removed his boots and shirt. Was this what the Sorcerer had planned? To give him the gift of immortality just so he could be tortured again and again? Truly... The Sorcerer was a sadistic bastard.