Thread: Blood Money (Malicious Lullaby ~ Daddeo)

Vincent tried to fight back, tried to reach up and stop whoever this warrior was from scalping him. But there was nothing there, no power to drive his actions. The only thing that seemed to remain was the pain coursed from his fresh wounds. This man easily mounted him, stone knife in hand with the look of anger and even thrill in his eyes. Was this how Vincent was going to go? What a horrible end to his life. He did good right? Last few moments on this shit of a dirt ball called Earth. He did what was right? Maybe that would save him from not all but some of the punishments that was awaiting him in hell. The man smiling as he turned his head to look at Tansy before this man grabbed a chunk of his hair. But what he was rewarded with instead of a knife to the scalp was the sight of Tansy stopping this man. Vincent wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed, as painful of an end as it was it was still an end. Maybe even a proper one for what he had done to these people. But the fact remained that Tansy stopped the warrior, and the warrior seemed to listen. Vincent watching for as long as he could before he passed out. How the hell did it come to this? Ahiga would have no part in dealing with Vincent, telling two of his warriors to carry him back. Ahiga would work with another to pick up the chief, that look of anger still on the man's face as every second, every moment of carrying the lifeless chief seemed to brand itself into the man. They would pay, all of them. Their town, their land, everything they took from Ahiga and his people. He would make sure they would suffer for what happened today. Once the party returned to the rest of the people there would be a silence that swept through out the tipis. Seeing the chief being brought in like this people were concerned, the man immediately being taken to the healers. However after a few moments word would spread that the chief was dead, and that silence would be replaced with wails of sadness. Any joy, any feast, any reason for happiness was drained away. Today would be a sad day. Vincent was brought into another tent, though the focus was obviously on the chief and his burial preparations. Even in this time of grief there was still an order to be upheld, still a need for leadership and to continue living on as one people. Tansy stepping up like she was taught to do, and even with the death of her father she was showing her backbone in this matter. Of course it didn't help that almost everyone came to her, telling her of their sympathies and asking what they could do to help. It was a kind gesture and one that was second nature in her people, in one person's time of need the whole tribe would come to help out. Even if she was the leader for now she was still a woman, still the Tansy that everyone knew and loved. But questions would a rise, more from the older members of the tribe. Only after a few minutes of the white man being brought in did the sudden torrent of cries begin. This wasn't the first time the healers had dealt with bullet wounds, more and more with the white man ever present it seemed that they preferred to shoot wildly during their hunts instead of actually tracking and stalking their prey. Which usually resulted in hunters in hiding coming home with a bullet in the arm or leg. So quickly the man worked, drawing Vincent from his slumber as he dug into the man's flesh to get the bullets out. AHHHHH!! FUCKIN HELL!!! Vincent shouted out in English, his body instinctively jerking.. Which only made it more painful now that he had some tool sticking out from his arm. He heard the man that was trying to help him call out for help. And before long Vincent was pinned down by two men as the healer continued. Vincent was well into gritting his teeth, hands balled into tight fists. But before long he couldn't take it, the healer seeming to take longer then he should in pulling out the bullet from Vincent's thigh. Stop Stop Stop! Vincent shouted out in their own tongue. The healer looking shocked that he heard the man speak in this way. Vincent's mind racing for a few moments as he tried to remember some of the plants that Tansy told him about, ones that were good for medicine and what not. Before long Vincent was asking the healer to basically give him drugs, which only made the healer laugh. You think you can handle that? The healer asked, smirking as Vincent rolled his eyes... Just asking again. So before long the healer would start to mix a few things together, grinding them down into a paste before coating his fingers in the gunk. The healer had Vincent open his mouth before slooshing the contents into his mouth. Don't swallow, just keep it in your mouth. The healer stated before he waited, Vincent's body starting to relax until he was laying normally on the ground. Again the healer would start to work on the bullets inside of Vincent's body, and of course Vincent would tighten up again, groan in pain but he was able to withstand it long enough for the man to retrieve the two bullets. Ahiga however was quick to find Tansy. Still his anger was present, on so many levels this day was horrible, but for Tansy his wife to be to stop him in such a way... In front of his warriors and also in the sight of that white man trash. That was unacceptable, so when he was able to find her again Ahiga would practically make a b line for her. Whatever she was doing, whoever she was talking to could wait. The man grabbing her by the arm before violently yanking her away towards his tipi. The man would push her through the opening before following after her. How dare you stop me! Ahiga shouted, the tipi of course doing little to silence his voice. Anyone that was around would do the respectful thing and walk away.. After all Ahiga was known to be very vocal. Your father died because of that white man and you would spare his life!? How dare you call yourself the chief's daughter! Ahiga spat out, having half the mind to smack Tansy across the face. But she was chief at the moment, and that was really the only thing that stopped him. She was his wife to be, she was suppose to submit to him. How does he know our language, why did you call out to him!? Are you with that white man? The random thoughts and assumptions obviously were being taken at face value with Ahiga, definitely not the smartest man but he sure as hell was not the man you wanted to misunderstand you. Just the thought of her being with another man, let alone a white man was making his blood boil.