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| Morkskittar | 12th August 2006 - 06:52 PM Post #1 |
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The Tunnel's Resident Rodent Ecologist
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Flight The Pitfighter Chapter I Part V Rakkin shivered violently in a forgotten corner in the depths of Hell Pit. The Rejected was over now... the UnderEmpire Grand Tournament was beginning in the distant locations of Mount Silverspear, Fester Spike, Black Chasm, Kaffir, Highlair, and many other places. But Rakkin couldn't get out yet... he had to escape Hell Pit... His lab had been trashed when he awoke several days ago. The Moulder had taken the precaution of hiding under the bed the night after that round in the Rejected. The foolish assassin had not checked under the bed... but his vandalism had been completely silent. when he crawled out under the bed, he saw that only Splinter remained intact in the entire lab. Left pinned to a door with a rusted nail was a shriveled bit of parchment, with a simple message scrawled across it. Do not move. Rakkin was not about to obey a command like that from someone trying to kill him, but some hidden instinct made the Moulder want to obey the command, to restore some form of order to his shattered life. The Moulder shook his head. He had to leave, and soon. Quickly looking over his lab, Rakkin had decided what he needed to bring. He grabbed a bag, several scalpels, needle and thread, rope, Warpstone Paste, some knives, and a few Warpstone bits. Throwing everything into the bag, Rakkin hurried over to the crumbling wall of his hidden lab. He touched a brick, and it crumbled to dust, revealing a hidden hiding space. the Moulder reached in and pulled out the object there: a Warplock Duelling pistol, the only thing that remained of his previous life. Rakkin carefully placed the pistol into a hidden pocket in his red-brown robes. Turning around, Rakkin had grabbed the bag, slung it over his shoulder, and lifted Splinter's cage. He opened the door, walked out, closed it, and ran. The corridors were always deserted in the lower levels of Hell Pit, where Rakkin's lab was located. This time, the halls weren't deserted. Straining his ears, Rakkin heard swift pawsteps behind him. The Moulder increased his speed, not looking back. The pawstep's pace increased, and Rakkin's heart began to hammer, the blood punding in his ears. He turned several corners and passed through as many intersesting corridors as he could, hoping to lose the pursuer. No such luck. The pawsteps remained constant now, even slowing off a bit. was the chaser tired, or merely realizing that Rakkin couldn't carry on much longer? Rakkin attempted to increase his pace, but he only slowed down. A cold laugh suddenly echoed through the air, bouncing off the walls of the tight space. Rakkin turned to the left, and kicked open the door that confronted him. Running into the sudden open space behind the door, Rakkin glanced back. The pawsteps had stopped, and there was nothing to be in the crridors. Rakkin knew better than to be optimistic, so he continued running at a frantic pace, leaping over the bones and bloody flesh that now piled at his feet. Rakkin went out through another wood door, a smaller one this time. He had to put down Splinter's cage for a few seconds to open it, and had to crawl down the narrow space, pushing Splinter and his bag ahead of him. Only when the passage began to widen did Rakkin pick up his things and begin running at his breakneck pace again. Rakkin had found a quiet corner deep in the hidden parts of Hell Pit not explored by the Moulders, and ate rotting meat off the floor. he thought he was safe... He stayed there for several days, too frightened to move from his space. Rakkin had gradually built up a pile of dead flesh around him, making sure that Hell Pit's parasitic flesh worms couldn't weren't infesting his cover and food. It was just when Rakkin was regaining his courage that the pawsteps returned. This time, there were two pairs. Not soon after this, two hushed voices came to Rakkin's ears. "Are-are you sure he fled down here?" Rakkin's heart stopped as he recognized Sakketh's voice. "I am sure." The other voice was cold and devoid of all emotions, and sounded strangely familiar to Rakkin. "You shouldn't have lost him. How hard can it be for one such as you to lose a Moulder?" "He know-knows Hell Pit better than most others here... including Packlord Verminkin himself." The cold voice spoke again. "The Underlord will not be pleased." Sakketh's voice, suddenly whining, said "But why is this Moulder so important? There's no-no tokens involved; the Underlord make-makes enough for all of Skavenblight with Sytokeen..." "Silence!" barked the cold voice. 'Do not speak of that here. You don't know what could be down here..." Sakketh didn't speak again, and the pawsteps faded. They had passed Rakkin's hiding place. Rakkin was shivering violently. How had they found him? The Moulder gulped and pulled himself up. Grabbing his bag and rat, Rakkin peered through a hole in his corpse wall. Nothing. Rakkin pushed aside the dead creatures and ran back the way he had travelled to arrive at his location. he hoped that Sakketh and his companion were too far away to hear his pawsteps... Rakkin took a hidden side-door, closed it, and hurried down the narrow passage. This path led outside the Pit... Several minutes later, a second door confronted Rakkin. He kicked it open and emerged into the night air above the surface. Shivering, Rakkin backed up. he hadn't been outside of Hell Pit for years... Swallowing, Rakkin stepped outside, not bothering to close the door behind him. His Hell Pit days were over for now. He had a tournament to get to. ~-~-~ And so ends the first chapter. Complete Works of Morkskittar [advertisement=shameful]And just so you know, the UnderEmpire Grand Tournament has started on Moulder Pitfighters. Tune in to see what happens! [/advertisement] Pillz |
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| Gratwhol of Hell Pit | 14th August 2006 - 10:18 PM Post #2 |
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Master Mutator
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More, more! Great story
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| BlackBotanist | 15th August 2006 - 12:24 PM Post #3 |
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Clanrat
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Read it on Pitfighters, but still love it nonetheless |
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| lashific the Dominator | 6th September 2006 - 07:52 AM Post #4 |
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kicking snow since IC 134
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very nice. love it. keep writing |
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"Suffer not the witch to live" Ordo Hereticus army diary | |
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| Lone Assassin | 6th September 2006 - 08:07 AM Post #5 |
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Sweet as story!*bows before Morkskittar* keep writing, i want to know if makes it out of hell pit alive! |
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