Chopper's Fright

[jamesb 218]

Chopper Long, Captain of the Darkstone Marauders, colleague to Hobs, has himself quite a fright.

 

The night was bleak, the stars shining elegantly from above. Blood dripped from his right arm, all of his knives conviently set away. He grumbled something about his roof being torn to shreds, still walking down the road. He didn't really have a destination. Just.. somewhere to be alone.

The blood flowed from his arm, with only a cloth to stop it. His face was cringed in pain, but he kept walking. He didn't say anything to anyone, and when someone asked what he was doing, so far... in the wild, he would ignore them.

And so that was why, as he walked into retched lands, he ignored their warnings. There whispers, "Don't go there..." 

That was why, when he heard there screams of horror, he ignored them. In fact, he smiles at them. They... entertained him. He was a savage. He heard footsteps behind him, but he didn't turn. Whatever was behind him could keep on following him, for all he cared. But after, about, an hour or so, he furrowed his brow. This man was surely persistent, he thought. I ought to rid of him, was the thought that immediately followed. But Chopper was in no condition to fight, and he knew it. Perhaps he could... talk it out? He slowly stopped his walking, tilting his head slightly. There, behind him, was a dog. It was starving, he could see that. He frowned, why was this dog.. following him? The dog began to whimper. Chopper made no movement, he only stared at the dog. He felt no sympathy, no pity. He only wished the dog would stop following him. "Pah... shoo!" he shouted into the empty air, at the dog. The dog froze suddenly, unmoving. He then heard foot-steps, behind him. He turned. No one. He turned his gaze back to the dog. It was gone. "What the..." he mumbled, confused, now. Then, the footsteps came back, behind him. he jolted his head. Again, nothing. Chopper, getting nervous now drew his cutlass. "Whose out there?! Show yerself!" he roared into the empty sky. His voice, rigid with hidden fear, echoed throughout the dry wasteland. He spat, and only then did he realize how awfully thirsty he was. Then, many realizations hit the drunken, pained man. He was in the middle of nowhere. He was starving, dehydrated and really needed to use the bathroom. But before he could dwell on his ever rising pains, the footsteps returned. He jolted his head, hoping to catch a glance of his Stalker. Again.. nothing. Then, out of the empty air, a man appeared. He strode briskly to Chopper, who stood, dumb-founded, stairing at the man. "Wha-" but before he could finish, the man plunged the sword down at Chopper's stomach. 

Chopper collapsed, roaring in pain. He clamped his eyes shut, roaring into the night in pain. Was it even night? He wondered. He couldn't remember. His thoughts were tangled, his eyesight blurried. How did he know that? He thought in his panic, tumbling backwards. His eyes weren't even open. He opened them, screaming in pain again and collapsing onto the ground. Then, the pain dissapeared. Again, he was horror-struck. He turned his gaze to his stomach. There was no wound. Had there ever been? He thought, sitting there, gaping at himself, before trudging back home, terrified all the way.

He decided he would not tell anyone of the odd series of events.

((No he's not crazy.))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.