Posted June 04, 2011
Couple of hours earlier...
Milkman was having a nightmare.
It was all too familiar, a haunted crypt they entered to find some sacred potion and instead almost found their doom, cobwebs everywhere, he and the other warrior, swords in hand circling each other, watching for some hint of incoming attack, looking for some critical opening... Then his gaze fell on his comrades, their limp bodies sprawled on the ground.
They were dead. Dead.. dead... he will never again listen to Arc's long speeches or laugh at some unfortunate fool that was just robbed by the mime. Never again.
He fought tears forming in his eyes gripping his sword even tighter.
Then, in a blink of an eye, the other warrior dissapeared. One moment he was there, the other moment he was just a shadow fading away with the mocking laughter.
"WHERE ARE YOU? SHOW YOURSELF GODDAMNIT" Milkman shouted.
His shouts echoed in the empty crypt.
Tears mixed with the fresh sweat in his eyes, he tried to wipe his eyes but it was getting worse.
Then he saw them.
Their figures were translucent and blue, they wore the same clothes they died in but they were standing and waving to him. He ran to his friends but he realized that they were only wraiths and his hopes vanished.
But they seemed happy.
Milkman wondered was there something they wanted to say to him? The mime was silly even in death, trying to find an opening in an invisible wall before him, but Arc's moth was forming some words.
What was so important that they transcended death in order to say it to him?
Milkman moved even closer trying to decipher what Arc's words were leaving his back unprotected, not caring that his enemy would seize the opportunity.
Arc's mouth moved slowly but he was beginning to understand some words, he squinted his eyes and mouthed the words together with Arc.
"Goooo....toooo..."
Arc seemed slowed, but Milkman tried as hard as he could to fight the sweat, tears and cobwebs which ere suddenly all over him.
"Gooooo...toooo....Daa.."
Milkman sensed something was not right, but it was too late... His enemy took his chance and ran his sword right through Milkman's heart... The crypt echoed maniacal laughter of his adversary and sharp pain travelled through Milkman's body... Arc and Sly's images intensified and as the world around Milkman slowed they started speaking faster and he finaly understood what Arc was saying.
"Go to Dagobah!"
Milkman fell on one side screaming
"Go to Dagobah? WHAT KIND OF SURVIVAL TIP IS THAT....AAAARRGHHHHHH...gurgle"
He jumped from his bed with an unholy scream. And startled Arc and Sly which were cleaning their equipment.
Milkman was having a nightmare.
It was all too familiar, a haunted crypt they entered to find some sacred potion and instead almost found their doom, cobwebs everywhere, he and the other warrior, swords in hand circling each other, watching for some hint of incoming attack, looking for some critical opening... Then his gaze fell on his comrades, their limp bodies sprawled on the ground.
They were dead. Dead.. dead... he will never again listen to Arc's long speeches or laugh at some unfortunate fool that was just robbed by the mime. Never again.
He fought tears forming in his eyes gripping his sword even tighter.
Then, in a blink of an eye, the other warrior dissapeared. One moment he was there, the other moment he was just a shadow fading away with the mocking laughter.
"WHERE ARE YOU? SHOW YOURSELF GODDAMNIT" Milkman shouted.
His shouts echoed in the empty crypt.
Tears mixed with the fresh sweat in his eyes, he tried to wipe his eyes but it was getting worse.
Then he saw them.
Their figures were translucent and blue, they wore the same clothes they died in but they were standing and waving to him. He ran to his friends but he realized that they were only wraiths and his hopes vanished.
But they seemed happy.
Milkman wondered was there something they wanted to say to him? The mime was silly even in death, trying to find an opening in an invisible wall before him, but Arc's moth was forming some words.
What was so important that they transcended death in order to say it to him?
Milkman moved even closer trying to decipher what Arc's words were leaving his back unprotected, not caring that his enemy would seize the opportunity.
Arc's mouth moved slowly but he was beginning to understand some words, he squinted his eyes and mouthed the words together with Arc.
"Goooo....toooo..."
Arc seemed slowed, but Milkman tried as hard as he could to fight the sweat, tears and cobwebs which ere suddenly all over him.
"Gooooo...toooo....Daa.."
Milkman sensed something was not right, but it was too late... His enemy took his chance and ran his sword right through Milkman's heart... The crypt echoed maniacal laughter of his adversary and sharp pain travelled through Milkman's body... Arc and Sly's images intensified and as the world around Milkman slowed they started speaking faster and he finaly understood what Arc was saying.
"Go to Dagobah!"
Milkman fell on one side screaming
"Go to Dagobah? WHAT KIND OF SURVIVAL TIP IS THAT....AAAARRGHHHHHH...gurgle"
He jumped from his bed with an unholy scream. And startled Arc and Sly which were cleaning their equipment.
Post edited June 04, 2011 by dr.zli