Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 2 - White Heart

Kanan's stay in that humid forest, full of beasts and dangers around every corner, turned out to be quite... pleasant.

It may seem somewhat contradictory, but for a Space Marine who fought tirelessly for more than two centuries, those dangers did not go beyond an occasional fright caused by the sudden appearance of a delicious squig that would become his meal. In fact, it was quite convenient. In the twelve days that had elapsed he had not gone hungry, and he was even able to make some clothes with the skins that he managed to collect from the squigs. It wasn't like he needed to cover himself up or anything, though... After all. He was an ork.

During all this time he was wandering through the forest trying to find something that would be useful to him, but in vain. Was he alone on that planet? Impossible. There would have to be someone else in all that thick jungle. He had already gone so long without seeing any traces of civilization that it was even tempting to meet other orks. Although that was one of his biggest concerns.

In his eyes, orks were crude, crude creatures obsessed with war. He was worried that they would want to kill him just by looking at it, but he couldn't afford it. He had a mission to accomplish and a destiny to reach. Nothing will stand in his way and he would crush the skulls of those who dared stand in his way, even if they were his former Black Templar comrades.

It was a quiet afternoon in the jungle. On his back was the carcass of a squig he had shot for the night's dinner. His makeshift garments of fur dyed with black earth and dirt gave him a grim appearance. Like a shadow that moved stealthily through the darkness of the jungle. He had nothing in particular to do. He would only seek shelter for the night, otherwise he would simply climb a tree to sleep safely. Nothing of interest should have happened to him, until he perceived some strange sounds. There was no doubt. That was a fight between beasts.

Kanan approached tempted. If two squig were fighting each other it was a great opportunity. He only had to kill the victor and he would have two prey at his mercy and he wouldn't have to worry about food for a couple of days, plus furs were always welcome. The ork scuttled through the undergrowth to where the noises were coming from. But what he saw left him stunned and confused.

There were not two, not three, not four squig. It was a small pack of six squigs that surrounded a strange creature. A creature Kanan had never seen in his life. In fact, neither he nor he knew of its existence. All six squig had that classic red skin color, but the middle one had a snow-white complexion like icy Alfrost.

The white creature was exhausted, scarred from the bites the red squigs had inflicted on it. His stalkers did not hesitate to attack and bite him over and over again, despite the fact that from its size, Kanan was able to determine that it was just a newborn being, or that it barely had a week of life at most. An albino squig? He had never heard of anything like it. Was his eyes showing her why there were no adult albino squigs? Did regular squigs kill albinos before they grew up? That would be a good hypothesis.

In truth, the ork didn't care what happened to the albino squig. In fact, if the others killed him they would save him the trouble of having to do it. He only had to worry about being able to get some meat. Even so... something was squeezing his chest when he saw such a scene.

The white squig did everything possible to defend himself. But a six against one was simply impossible. Also, the rest of the squigs were bigger and had deadlier teeth. If they hadn't killed him yet, it was because he was perhaps enjoying killing him slowly, as if they wanted him to suffer. Damn creatures.

Kanan remained vigilant, showing no interest in intervening. The albino tried to defend himself, but his arid legs could barely move, and his stocky body was static on the ground. The only thing he could do was growl slightly and try to bite whoever came close to his mouth. But squigs weren't fools, and he'd just bite him from the sides or his back. He was already exhausted. His wounds were too deep for her to survive on his own. Already looking defeated, he let out a squeal of pain, almost inaudible, but Kanan could hear.