A Different Landing

Chapter-38

Lleweyln leaned against the bars of his cell in the depths of the Azgeda dungeons. He had no need to wonder how he'd gotten there, or rant and rage over the injustice of it. He'd known what he was doing when he'd stolen from those villagers and enjoyed taking what his strength and training allowed him to take. In truth, all he wished is that they'd get on with it and kill him already, the waiting was irksome. The scent of damp and rot that permeated the air clung to him. He looked up when he heard the echo of footsteps coming down the cold tunnels towards him. He knew they were close due to the fact he could hear the footsteps over the echo of the screams. The figure coming towards him finally came into view and into the light of the flickering torch hung on the wall across from him. Sneering, he spoke to the figure. "What brings a great captain down here?"

Bellamy, the captain responsible for his capture, glanced at the cell coolly. "This was once my cell years ago." The man remarked.

Lleweyln scoffed, "What, think I'll repent and die begging if you make some sort of connection here?"

"No, you're a monster and your death is inevitable but I will take no joy in it." He said, his eyes seemed to almost glow in the flickering light. "I know that this cell is designed so that sound travels to it easily but does not so easily come out. After all, who wants to listen to the begging of those doomed to death." He continued. "Which means I know the conversation we're about to have will remain private."

"Oh, interesting." Lleweyln said, cocking his head. "What do you want then?" He leaned further into the bars. "Want to hear about how they screamed when I killed them?" The captain's face showed nothing but disgust which caused him to laugh. People like the captain were such hypocrites. They had drawn just as much blood as he had and caused just as many screams. You didn't do that without enjoying it at least a little.

Glaring darkly at him, the captain spoke. "You will die tonight but you can choose how you will die. I have a job for you. It's compatible with your tastes." He spat. "If you complete the job, I will kill you personally and I will make it painless. You refuse, I will have you impaled alive and left on the walls to die slowly and painfully."

Lleweyln narrowed his eyes at the threat. He knew this captain and his forces had made impaling a human being an art form. They were capable of keeping a man alive for days while impaled. "I'm listening."

The captain drew a shiv made of bone out from under his jacket. "The man who was in this cell before you made this out of his last meal. Pointless, I killed him with it personally before he could escape but it is useful to me now. The job is as follows. I will let you out of this cell. You will take this weapon and kill the warrior who will be in the interrogation room with our newest acquirement. You will be killed resisting capture."

Lleweyln laughed and a wide smile split his face. "You're not the noble leader they say you are, are you? Of course, no one who is as good at killing as you ever could be."

"Yes or no." Bellamy snapped, clearly out of patience with his mocking.

It was a good deal, and it would let him go out with blood on his hands. "It's a deal."

"Good," The captain pulled out a key and quickly opened his cell door before stepping back.

He stepped out into the hall and cracked his neck from side to side. Without blinking, he caught the sharpened bone tossed at him. A glance at the captain told him that talking was not an option. Instead, he just grinned at the man before turning and making his way up towards the interrogation room. The screams made it easy enough to find. The sound of the metal of his former cell's door being damaged told him what the captain was doing, which was interesting. Not that he cared in a more than abstract way.