THE FARAWAY LANDS OF OZ - Book One

Part Three, Chapter Fourteen: Blood and Sand

HARDY

Not a single motherfucking cell will hold me. Not one had done so before. Not if there were people out there who followed me; knew the cause that we were fighting for. My contraband of thugs – a network that stretched itself across the entire country – would never abandon me. These fuckers would never know how to lead or operate my things. But I could already hear them storm around the city like elephants...
Yet another night in this stinking hole that reeked of piss and shit from drunken nobodies that would often spend the night here. The deputy had gone off to celebrate his "golden boy's" birthday. I hated children. Their entire purpose in this world was a mystery to me. Stupid blights that would snot and barf around everywhere, spreading their disgust and crying until they would get what they want.
Unnecessary creatures, they were. The Marshall was asleep on his desk; looked a little too deep into the bottle. As much as he pretended to be the town's savior, I was the only one to see through his façade. He was nothing more than a fucking drunk who got himself to sleep with ounces and ounces of booze.
My zealots were coming closer and closer; their thundering steps became louder with every second. Let's see what these brainless idiots had thought of for getting me out of jail. The window was broken and in flew a candle of dynamite. I barely had any time to duck as close to the wall as I could or else, I would have been nothing more than bits of charred meat.
Fucking imbeciles, just like I had predicted but it worked, nonetheless. When I opened my eyes again, I lay beneath a heavy pile of dust and rubble.
From the explosion, the entire piece of metal bars that was once laid into wall, floor and ceiling had clattered down to the ground, beside me, missing my face by inches. I coughed up the dust that had slowly crawled into my lungs and heaved myself up on my feet.
"Ugh..." The sound to my hind left made me dart around my head. The drunkard had survived. Well, the explosion he would, at least. I slowly trotted towards his motionless figure.
It was buried underneath a far grander pile of pebbles than I had been and a large splinter of his wooded desk, stuck between his ribs. He was wheezing from the mixture of rock dust and blood that was entering his lung.
"Not so brave now, is it?" The black creature coughed up red and I barked at it with laughter, "Finally in the place that it deserves to be! I wonder if it can say hello to the nice family that got me here when I kill it and them."
Marshall's eyes got bigger with surprise; and I think concern. I bowed down and picked up a stone, as big as my fist, and weighed it in my hand. That should do it to kill the worthless black pig. Hated those fuckers more than children. Used to be better off as slaves but now they only take away our jobs, homes, and laze around all day. The fewer of them lived in this world, the better.
"Such a fault to live in the biggest house in town... One match and a wind current and it's all ablaze, doesn't it think so? Whatever. It never could. Thinking, I mean. After all its just another worthless and dirty nigger!"
I gripped my fingers around the stone in my hand and smacked it against Marshall's forehead, over and over again until all I saw was red and until I heard the crack of the skull. I dropped the stone and licked the blood off my fingers.
"OY!" I screamed at my zealots, who had begun to gather around me and the pig, watching mindlessly as I murdered it. "BRING ME A FUCKING WEAPON, HORSE, AND FIRE BOTTLE! We have another house to burn, tonight..." I had no such motherfucking fun in a very long time. Now I would make all of them pay...

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EVANORA

An evil laugh echoed through the darkness of the night. I could not even see the hands in front of my eyes. Only a small white spot in the far back of this space indicated any form of light existent.
My body took control of my senses and made me move without me actually trying. The light got closer as it grew and transformed into a bright orb of white. I saw my hand stretch out and my fingers contract to touch this strange appearance.
As soon as I felt the warmth of the energy on my nails, the flash brought me to my knees, where I was engulfed in darkness once more, as the orb disappeared.
I opened my eyes and saw a figure facing me. Blurry, at first but then it became clearer and clearer as my eyes adjusted. Although everything was black, I could see the colors of the figures as bright as day.
"Dad." My own voice sounded distant, as I spoke this single-syllabled word. It was as if I didn't speak out of my mouth, but the vibrations moved from around me.
I saw father's figure in front of me and the sight scared the nerves out of me. He did not look like himself at all. His skin, hair and eyes were white and his once blue robes were graying, as were his teeth and nails. He was a walking corpse.
Behind him, I heard the laugh once more. And as it grew louder and louder, another figure appeared behind him, and I knew who it was even before I could even see her. As Morgana walked around father and traced her hand around his face, her face twisted into a malicious smile. I could not move at all. Not even flinch at this disgusting creature.
"Hello, honey. Have you been missing daddy, lately?"
I wanted to scream; to tear out her eyes and break every single one of the 206 bones she possessed. Another laugh escaped her lips.
She held out her hand and collected the darkness from around into her palm, forming a sharp blade that rested heavy in her hand. Now that the darkness had disappeared, I could see where I was, the Emerald City. I looked into the Dark Witch's eyes and saw them flicker with malice.
She closed her thin fingers around the dull side of the spear, gripped it and run it straight through father's lifeless body. Once, twice, ten times. Until there was nothing more left than a punctured and empty shell.
"NO!" I screamed, as the senses returned to me, and my nerves regained their conscience. I lunged forward from my kneeling position and held out my hands, thrusting that bitch against the throne and grabbing her by the temples.
I felt the current run through me, flow from my toes to my fingertips, closing the circle right through that filth's brains. Her agonizing scream made me want to do things to her, even worse than that. She screamed on top of her voice, trying to fidget out of my grasp. But it remained strong, and I would never let go of her, until I would get what I want: Her death.