To The Other Side (Fiolee)

13. Consequences

"Ah, how are you today mutt?" His captor spat. Marshall Lee glared at him but didn't utter a word.

"Not talking today are we?" 

The halfling growled lowly. A month had passed and like he had guessed no one had come for him. Who'd care anyway? Sure his cousin cared but the rest of his family probably told him he ran away or something. So here he was rotting away at the hands of a filthy King. 

"You know I can hear your thoughts kid." 

Marshall still kept quite he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Damn it he was strong and proud. 

Suddenly his cell's doors flew open and Darian stalked up to him. He shot him a menacing glare as he reached behind his back. 

"Well since you aren't going to talk I might as well update you on the Shadow Kingdom." 

The raven haired teen looked up fear beating in him like a drum. "W.."

"Oh, what do I mean? I mean that Quentin is dead and the shadowlands are in tatters."

Rage consumed him. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S DEAD WHAT DID YOU DO!" 

"I made sure I got rid of that weakling. Your already dwindling disgrace of a family line can't survive anymore. Meaning your poor old Mum must take over again, working her to the bone. Slowly and painfully Shadow demons will learn their place and die out like they are meant to." 

Twisting in his bonds Marshall tried to do something. Attack him hurt him in some way but it was futile. He was weak all he wanted was to be strong. 

"Too bad you'll always be weak. Now mutt face it's time for you to meet your end." Darian cackled. 

From behind his back, he pulled out a syringe filled with pure crimson blood. "Once I inject you with my blood you will die. No one can stand the toxins of my kinds blood. Tell Death I said hi." 

With that, the needle met his flesh. The poor boy could only stare in horror as his veins started to turn red. Pain smashed through his body every fiber screamed. Pounding began in his head that only worsened with his tortures cackles. 

Wasn't it enough that he had endured cruel punishments during his time here? Why... why couldn't the freak just end his life in a more humane way.

Summoning up what little strength was left in him he carefully said his final words. "Rot in the pits of fire you damned bloodied crook. Ma-may the scale of fate bring.. kar-karma upon you. My people are innocent." 

Cold cackles resounded in his ears then he was gone. It was done Darian had succeeded. The half alive boy was now fully dead. However, that may have been where he made his mistake. 

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"Boy wake up stop being dead." A snarky voice said. 

Marshall Lee groaned darkly and peeked open an eye. Floating above him was a boy around his age. He had pink hair and magenta eyes. If that wasn't strange enough he had gray angelic wings and horns.

"The fuck are you?" He grumbled. 

"The fuck am I? Such disgusting language. I am simply known as Gumball and I am a halfling." His tone was irritating and posh.

"Gumball? A prissy name for a prissy looking man." Marshall Lee shot back. 

Gumball straightened his bow tie. Then gave him a pearly white smile, ignoring him."Thank you. Aren't you going to wonder why you're still alive?"