Voices

[Amorphbutt 199]

 

Janehsi drew the dagger out of the corpse of the halfling male, the rest of his family crying and screaming for their lost father as they cowered before this blood thirsty kha’. How they begged, how they gave her pleas of mercy. But she couldn’t hear them. She couldn’t hear them at all.

 

There were voices in her head, wonderful, beautiful voices, singing to her, telling her to kill them. For a moment, she tried to tune them out, let this be her killing time, not theirs. But she couldn’t. The voices were too strong. Too powerful. More powerful than her own. The voices continued to sing to Janehsi.

 

‘Kill them,’ they sung to her, each word sweeter than sugar.

‘Don’t let them survive,’ they ordered the kharajyr as she took a step towards the halfling family cowering in front of her.

‘Please the mother,’ they chorused. ‘Please her with their deaths.’

 

These had to be voices from Metztli, she thought as she took another step towards the group, getting a cry from one of the babies. She had told Janehsi to kill. And how she was going to kill these apes. “Fur da muuna..” she mutters as she takes another step, the eldest child getting up to charge her.

 

How beautiful the blood looked as it spewed from the child’s neck, the mother screaming in agony as she watched her child get slaughtered. How easily they were cut. Like paper, their skin was. Looking away from the body, with a face that would’ve sent shivers up the body of a dread knight, she looked to them.

 

Her face was blank. A face of death. No emotion, no expression. Just death. She only saw that as she took one more step towards the halflings.

 

The next few motions came as a blur, the voices singing to her louder than the halflings’ screams of pain and agony. Before all was said and done, Janehsi was basically drenched in blood up to her shins. The mangled corpses of the four piece halfling family all around her. She wiped her mouth with her arm, trying to get some of the halfling off of it.

 

She killed as the voices ordered her to. It was for Metztli, she thought, always for the Muuna.

 

So, then, her work done, she turned on her heel, walking away from the gory scene, leaving some traveler to discover the slaughter.