Well its finally here, part two!
Its got a bit of story setting up parts three and four but theres some nice combat gore in it if your into that sorta thing :D
I reformatted and fixed the errors in part one as well, Enjoy!
Honor Among Thieves
Part One – A Thief’s End
Hidden in the back of an alley behind some boxes the thief sat her back against the wall panting for air. She had run half way across the city using every secret and dark passage only she knew just in case she was followed. Reaching into her coat she pulled out a small shiny object. She let out a giggle of glee as she looked at her prize, The Thief Lord’s signet ring. It was encrusted with diamonds and pure gold, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and soon she would be able to sell it for enough money to last a lifetime. She still couldn’t believe how easy it had been. After spending weeks planning she managed to sneak in and steal it right off his night stand while he was sleeping.
“Heh” she said to herself. “Thief lord my ass”
Flipping the ring into the air, she caught it and shoved it back into her pocket. She made her way out of the alley way into the busy street. It was the perfect place to lose a tail in. Not that she thought she was being followed, but you could never be too careful. Just need to get out of the city and I’m home free!
She thought to herself.
Pushing her way into the crowded street she did her best to blend in with the mass of people. She oriented herself to the nearest city gate and made her way forward. Continuing to maneuver through the cloud she was deep in thought on how she would spend all her money. Wine? Men? Women? She wasn’t picky, although soon she could afford to be. Laughing to herself as she smiled. Just a few more minutes and she would be-
“Ooof” She gasped.
The air was suddenly knocked out of her body. Almost doubling over in pain she clutched her stomach cursing under her breath. Someone must have elbowed her in the crowd. She raised her fist angrily ready to shake it at the culprit when she realized it was covered in red.
“What the fuck?” She said to herself.
She all the sudden noticed a wetness rapidly spreading down her waist. She looked down to her clothes soaking in blood. It dawned on her suddenly. Oh god… I’ve been stabbed…
Panic overwhelmed her as she held her hand over the wound trying to stop the bleeding. Her mind started racing. Who did this? What’s going on? I have to get away, they know I have it, I have t-
She was stabbed again, this time in the upper back. She was aware as the knife slid violently in and out of her causing her to gasp out in pain. She spun around trying to see the bastard when she felt another knife enter her ass.
“FUCK” She growled, feeling the knife slide free. “WHO THE FUCK STABS SOMONE IN THE ASS!”
As if to answer she felt someone stab her again on the other cheek. She spun quickly but was confronted with the faceless crowed again, no knife wielder in sight. Another knife, this time in her left thigh, before her assailant could pull away she quickly swung her fist at them, catching their arm causing them to retract leaving the knife embedded into her leg. Before she could catch a look at their face, she was stabbed again this time in the lower back. She kicked back, catching a part of them but not hard enough to cause any damage.
She was bleeding pretty bad now, her dark clothes now glistening red. Blood was now trickling out her mouth, one of her lungs was punctured making it hard to breath. Suddenly she felt another knife lodge deep into her right back shoulder getting stuck. She reached back to grab it when a cloaked man stepped in front of her. A glint metal flashed from under his cloak stabbing deep into her stomach again and again. Biting through the pain, she ripped the knife out of her shoulder and swung at the man, slicing though the cloak but missing him as he jumped back, melding into the crowd once more.
She couldn’t take anymore, she had to get away from the crowed before she was torn to pieces. Making a break for it, she shoved her way to the nearest alleyway void of people. She felt several more cuts on her arms and back before breaking through the crowd into the alley. Looking behind her she didn’t see anyone following. Still panicked she ran deep into the shadow depths of the city, twisting and turning until even she was lost in the maze of back alleys and narrow streets.
Finally thinking she was safe she leaned against the wall to help keep herself upright. Her body was a mess, strands of Intestine were poking through the holes in her stomach looping around her waist like a grotesque fashion belt. Her chest didn’t fare much better, her previously perky breasts where now covered in blood skewered from multiple stab wounds. Even her ass wasn’t spared, although unable to see she knew someone had taken great pleasure in stabbing her there as many times as they could.
She pulled the ring out of her pocket, the damn thing had brought her all this misery. Her eyes widened in horror as she started at the ring.
“No…” She said to herself.
The previously gold ring was now a dull greyish color. Someone had stolen the ring and replaced with a cheap knockoff. She threw the fake ring as hard as she could still manage, the clinking sound reverberating between the alley walls.
“DAMNIT” She screamed. This can’t be happening! I don’t deserve Thi-
Before she could finish the thought she felt the cold hard steel of a knife at her throat. She tensed up not daring to move.
“Please… No…” She begged.
“Don’t you think it’s a little late for begging thief?” The man said.
He spun her around only to find the Thief Lord himself staring at her face. His smiled chilled her to the bone. I’m going to die! He’s going to kill me!
She thought as fear paralyzed her body.
Grabbing her by the neck he pushed her against the wall, his fingers gripping her hard enough to cut off part of her airway, but not enough stop her breathing. Raising the knife, she could see the signet ring on his finger staring her in the face, mocking her failure. The knife was above her now, she closed her eyes awaiting the end of her left.
Instead of pain she felt air brush against her chest. She opened her eyes to find that he had sliced away her shirt leaving her bare chested. She was momentarily puzzled when she suddenly fell the knife enter her pants, her eyes going wide as he ripped the knife forward, slicing through her belt causing her pants to fall around her ankles. Oh god… He’s going to rape me…
She closed her eyes again, wanted to get it over with as soon as possible when she abruptly gasped in pain as he slid the knife straight into her cunt. Her face twisted in horror from the unexpected defilement. She tried desperately to peal his fingers off of her neck but the blood lost had sapped her strength. Slowly he starting to pull the knife out, then thrusting it back in repeating the action over and over. Her mouth continued to widen horror with each stroke as she could feel him violating her with the knife.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, he slammed the blade as deep as he could into her. Penetrating her with the full length. Blood was now pouring out of her ruined parts soaking down her legs. Slowly he slid the knife out of her, she moaned as she felt ever inch blade leave her. He looked into her eyes again, tears were streaming down her faces as she glanced pleadingly at him to stop. Instead he just smiled again positioning the knife just under her belly button.
“Please…” She managed the whimper out before gasping once again to the knife penetrating her.
Slowly he slid the knife deep into her abdomen. Her face contorted in pain as he slid the knife slowly up gutting her like a fish. As he reached the middle of her stomach her guts started to migrate their way south out of the enlarging hole in her. The odd sensation of her slowly being emptied made her shudder as more and more of her organs made their way out of her body landing on the ground with a sickening plop. The pain was so excruciating it fell like it was going to consume her. After what felt like an eternity his knife finally bumped up against the bottom of her rib cage.
As he let go of her neck she found that she no longer had the strength to stand. She fell forward onto her knees, her world in a daze as she tried to comprehend the last few hours of her life. The blood lost adding an almost surreal effect, making her feel light headed. The Thief lord walked behind her grabbing her by the hair pulling back and exposing her neck. Before she could even react he drug his knife deeply across her throat. She tried to say something but instead all the came out was a gargle as the precious remainder of her life blood poured down her chest. She weakly tried to hold her neck desperately trying to quell river of blood that slipped between her fingers. Her body unable to support her weight fell forward.
As she hit the ground she could feel the remnants of her blood pooling around her. Her body was sluggish and weak now, barely able to move. She tried to pull herself forward but her limbs refused to obey. She slowly looked up as her vision was fading to see the Thief Lord walk away. As her body began to shut down the sound of her heart filled was all she could focus on.
Thump Thump This it isn’t it?
Thump Thump This is how I die…
The last thing she heard was the Thief Lords laugh as he stepped out of view.
And then nothing
Honor Among Thieves
Part Two - Death of a Solider
(Non Con, Beheading, Gutting, Impalement) What a waste, but then again she hadn’t even put up a good fight. Yet another disappointment.
Donavan though solemnly.
Then again, it seemed like everything was a disappointment recently. Ever since he took over as the Thief Lord excitement seemed few and far between. Oh sure several challenges had come his way during the first few years of his reign, but after brutally dispatching each opponent the challenges soon ran dry leaving him bored.
Looking out into the courtyard and saw the head of the thief girl who had tried to steal his signet ring the previous morning impaled on a spike. He regretted havening to kill the her. She had been talented for sure, but she lacked the ruthlessness that his position demanded and he had a reputation to protect. At least her death had added a little excitement in his life again. He loved the intimate feeling of holding someone as their life slowly drained out of them, watching their eyes plead as he denied them any mercy. It was one of the few things that made him truly feel alive.
Just remembering her final moments took him back to when he killed the previous Thief Lord. The memory alone made the cold and lonely nights bearable, even thinking about it now was making him hard. Pouring himself a drink he took a seat next his fireplace and relaxed, allowing the memory envelop him. Two years ago…
“We should teach him a lesson…” Donavan said angrily pacing the room. “This is the third quarter in a row that he has under paid you. If you don’t do something people will think your weak.”
“I understand that Donavan, but you need to drop this, Roland isn’t our enemy. But he is a powerful man with powerful connections to the king, we can’t afford to get on his bad side.”
“Myra… We’re thieves… were inherently on the king’s bad side. We shouldn’t be bending over to the King, or Roland, or anybody else. We should be teaching them to fear us.” He said falling into a chair across from her.
Myra Sighed. “Donavan… Your one of my closest friends, and there’s no one I trust more than you. But this isn’t the way. When we overthrew the previous Thief Lord we promised to make the slums a better place. You know that my love for the King goes about as far as I could throw his fat ass, but someone needs to be here to look out of the people of this city.”
“Damnit Myra” He growled. “I didn’t sign up for this to play baby sitter. You know more than anyone what the King and his people did to me. I don’t want to save this city, I want revenge, and if I need to threaten, hurt, or murder anyone who stands in my way, then so be it.” He suddenly stood knocking his chair back making his way to the exit. “I’ll go be a good dog and take care of your messes like usual.”
For a couple moments she just stood there dumbstruck. “I can’t believe you…” She honestly looked hurt before sadness invaded her eyes. “You’ve changed Donavan… What happened to the kind caring person I used to know?”
He looked back at her, eyes full of hate. “He died… Along with everyone else” Then left the room.
Two hours later outside Roland’s home…
When he had started walking away from Myra’s home he didn’t exactly have a plan, but after two hours he ended up outside Roland’s estate. He was pissed and need to vent, Roland needed to learn a lesson anyway. After walking around the perimeter a few times he had a feel for situation. For as rich as Roland was his security was pretty lacking, a one armed blind orphan would have no trouble getting in. Setting sights on the nearest wall he scaled it with ease, he may have not been as skilled as Myra but he was more than capable for this.
Sticking to the shadows, he made his way across the courtyard to the balcony outside Roland’s office. Looking up he could see a light flickering through the glass doors. Determined to get up there he look around him and had an idea. Never one for modesty, Roland had a large statue of himself in the courtyard holding a spear upright. Careful as he could he scaled the statue, taking extra caution around the sharp spear head. He didn’t even want to think of what could happen if he slipped and fell on it.
Finally reaching the balcony he crept to edge, cautiously looking inside. He could Roland sitting across from a cloaked stranger who regrettably was facing away from him. He wanted to know who this mystery guest was. Although he was too far away to hear the conversation, he could tell from the smiles and body tone of Roland they were pretty close. Looking around the room he could see an open window near where they were sitting.
A few more feats of acrobatic prowess and he was just above the open window. Leaning over the edge he was just able to hear the voices of the two people in the room. One was easily recognizable as Roland, while the other one feminine was too soft to identify although sounded slightly familiar. Getting himself comfortable on the ledge he focused on the conversation.
“Do you have it?” The cloaked woman asked
“Of course I do, have I ever let you down darling?” Said Roland
There was an odd sound, like something heavy being moved.
“Is that everything?” The woman said sounding shocked.
“Fifteen Hundred gold coins, straight from the king’s coffers.” Roland said
The woman let loose a laugh. “I think this is the start of a profitable partnership.”
There was a sound of a chest being shut.
“There will be more where that came from if you hold up your end of the bargain.” Roland said
“Consider it done.” The woman replied.
“I knew I could count on you Myra.” Roland said
Donavan froze at the sound of her name, several thoughts running through his mind. Wait Myra? What the hell is she doing here, and what do they mean kings gold? Are they working for the king? God damnit what’s going on here.
Leaning back down he was aware of them speaking again.
Roland’s voice deepened with concern. “Does Donavan know about you working for the King?”
“Gods no.” Myra paused for a moment. “I honestly don’t think he could understand even considering the circumstances. All he cares about is revenge ever since his family died. He’s changed so much I don’t think I’ll ever get him back.”
“You should be careful with him, he’s dangerous.” Roland warned her.
A few moments pause later.
“Do… You we should get rid of him?” Asked Roland.
Myra sighed. “I don’t think he’s that far gone yet. Besides, if anyone should do it, it should be me.”
“Suit yourself.” Said Roland.
“It’s late, I should head out before someone comes looking for me.” Said Myra.
Roland sighed. “Be careful Myra, you’re playing with fire, eventually you’re going to get burned.”
“Don’t worry Roland, I can take care of myself.” Myra replied confidently.
Donavan was stunned, it had felt like his entire world had been shattered. The woman he loved was working with the people who murdered his family. As he sat there trying to comprehend what he had heard a rage began to boil inside of him. From his vantage point he could see Myra walking away from the compound, no idea that he had overheard everything. BITCH! She betrayed me after everything we’ve been through. What reason could she have had to do this? No, it didn’t matter, she’s dead to me now, and soon she will actually be dead, just like everyone else who crosses me, but first…
Risking a look, he leaned down the side of the building just enough to see through the open window. Roland was in a chair next to a large desk in the room, his back conveniently facing away from the window. Killing him wouldn’t be easy, after all Roland had served on the King’s guard for years before retiring. He would have to take him out in one strike or else he was going to be in trouble. Slowly he left himself fall onto the windows ledge without sound. Carefully he slid one of the daggers on his belt out of its sheath with barely a whisper of sound. Focusing his energy into his legs, he struck.
As soon as Donavan leapt Roland ducked, the reaction caught Donavan by surprise, midflight he couldn’t change direct causing him to slam into the top of the desk, rolling over it scattering the contents. Managing to control his landing Donavan was up in a matter of seconds ready to defend against whatever Roland would throw at him. Roland seemingly un-phased by the sudden attack had his sword ready.
“Ahh Donavan, so nice of you to drop in, although next time I would prefer you use the front door.” Roland said sarcastically
“Nice to see you too Roland. I see you haven’t let any of those solider skills they taught you go to waste.” Donavan replied back
Roland’s attitude suddenly changed. “Let’s cut the crap Donavan, you and I both know you’re not here for pleasantries. I assume you heard Myra and me talking, I take it this is your way of saying no?”
“One of us isn’t leaving this room alive tonight if that answers your quest.” Donavan said sliding a second dagger out of his belt.
Roland Sighed. “Myra was right about you, you could never see the bigger picture and now you’re going to die for it.”
Both men started each other down, neither committing to make the first move. After a few more moments of silence Roland roared and charged, his sword flashing through the air. Donavan ready for the attack parried it with both knives crossed together. Not one to miss an opportunity, he kicked forward catching Roland’s leg causing him to momentarily lose balance. With a flash Donavan struck, his knife aimed for Roland’s heart. There was a sound of metal hitting bone as the knife caught on one of Roland’s ribs temporarily saving him. Roland channeled his pain into strength shoving as hard as he could. Donavan was momentarily airborne before striking wall behind him with enough force to knock the wind out of him.
Roland charged forward, his sword aimed at Donavan’s midsection intending to impale him against the wall. At the last moment Donavan managed to parry the blow to the side saving him from impalement, but not completely. The blade missed his center but still manage to cause a large cut in his side to open. Swearing Donavan reared up and kicked Roland center mass sending him tumbling backwards, his blade still in hand slid out of Donavan’s side with a nauseating squelch. He clutched his side trying to stem the tide of blood. Fuck, so that’s what being stabbed feels like. I need to end this fast before I bleed out.
“What’s the mater Donavan, gonna let a little pain stop you?” Roland taunted.
Donavan replied with just a growl as blood dripped between his fingers holding his side. Realizing he stood no chance without a second dagger he let go of his side letting his would bleed freely as he pulled another blade out of his belt. With time now being a factor Donavan went with a full out attack. The room was filled with the sound of metal striking metal as the two opponents traded blows. After a few moments of furious fighting they disengaged. Both men were gasping for air having traded several blows. Donavan now had a cut across his face and several lacerations on his arms and chest. Roland wasn’t doing much better, One of Donavan’s daggers was impaling his left leg causing him to limp. But worse yet was a long horizontal slash had partially opened his midsection, a few bits of intestine budding through the gap.
“You sure you won’t give this up? Roland asked still gasping for air.
“I’d rather die than serve your King.” Donavan said also out of breath.
“Well then… THAT CAN BE ARRANGED!” Roland yelled.
Roland charged forward tackling Donavan both men’s weapons went flying. With nothing left to fight with, they tumbled around on the floor before coming to a stop with Roland on top. With a roar Roland reached down and ripped the dagger still impaling his leg out, stabbing downward at Donavan’s exposed neck. Donavan caught his hand staving off the attack momentarily but he didn’t have the strength left to push the descending dagger away. For a moment it seemed like they were at a statement, but unfortunately for Donavan it seemed gravity was on Roland’s side. The tip of the blade grazed Donavan’s neck causing a trickle of blood roll down the side.
“Any last words before put you in the ground like I did with your family.” Roland said with demented smile.
“What?” Donavan said almost letting go, as a shocked expression consumed his face.
“Oh don’t act so surprised, I was part of the Kings guard back then, I’m surprised you never put two and two together.
“It was unfortunate you weren’t there Donavan. Your wife didn’t want to cooperate and tell us where you were hiding so we had to beat it out of her. You should be proud though, even after we beat her an inch from death she still manages to grab knife and attack one of my guard’s. Let’s just say she had a little accident when she fell on one of their swords.
“Bastard” Donavan gritted through his teeth, still struggling to hold the knife back from his throat.
Roland let loose a chilling laugh as his smile descended into madness. “Let’s not forget about your precious daughter shall we?”
“Shut up.” Donavan growled.
“Oh but don’t you want to hear about what happened to her? No? Well I’ll tell you anyway. Since your wife died so quickly without giving us any fun, I decided to let each and every guard with me have their way with her. Ohhh she screamed for hours, calling for her daddy, but he never showed up did he? Alas all good things have to come to an end. You should have seen her face as I strangled the life out of her.”
Something broke inside Donavan then, a primal rage erupted from him as new strength flowed into his body. Gritting his teeth, he pushed harder than he ever had before slowly lifting the dagger from his neck. Roland confused by the newfound resistance pushed back down as hard as he could, barely able to stop the dagger from rising.
Blood was now pouring out of the wound in Donavan’s side but he didn’t care. With a bestial cry he pulled his legs back and kicked upward with all the strength he had left, sending Roland flying through the air towards the balcony doors. With a crash Roland hurtled through the double glass doors and off the balcony.
Donavan could hear him yelling before a sickening crunch cut off his voice forever. Beardly able to hold himself, Donavan manage to stand up, clutching his side trying to stop more lifeblood from escaping. He slowly moved towards the balcony. Looking over the edge he was shocked to find that Roland was impaled on his own statue. More shocking was the fact that it looked like he was somehow alive, his body unbelievable still thrashing around. It looked as if he was trying to say something but instead of words all that came out was a torrent of blood washing down his body and onto the statue staining it a grotesque crimson. His internal organs began to exit his body dislodged by the two-inch-thick spear impaling him ass to neck. They wrapped around the spear hanging down like gory festival lamps.
Taking in the Scene before him, Donavan could help but laugh at the irony of it. Roland was always so full of himself, he never though that phrase could be taken literally until now. A wave of stabbing pain ran up the side of Donavan’s body. Heading back into the room he found a few pillow cases that he tore into make shift bandages. Content he wasn’t going to fall apart anymore, he made his way back out onto the balcony carefully lowering himself onto the statue.
Donavan gazed at what remained of the man who caused him so much pain and suffering. Sliding one of his daggers out of its sheath he went to work slicing through Roland’s neck making circles until he managed to detach it from his body. Looking down at his prize he saw Roland’s face was frozen in in agonizing pain and fear. Nothing less than he deserved he thought shoving the head into the one of the pillowcases he took.
Taking care of the parts slick with blood, Donavan managed to climb down the rest of the statue. After a few more short moments he was back over the wall he entered from walking down a deserted alleyway. After all this time he finally had revenge for his family but he wasn’t done yet. One down, one to go.
He though as he disappeared into the shadows.