Post by z on May 4, 2012 15:47:53 GMT -6
(This fanfic was inspired from: )
Rakath let out a growl and slammed the younger casually dressed Elite into the wall, making him groan in pain only added o that and the injuries he already had. Lifting his large fist he slammed it into his face repeatedly until he heard a jaw crack, stepping back, he threw the male to the floor and but his foot to his side, sending him toppling over.
"Get up! GET UP!" Rakath commanded, reaching down and grabbing the younger Elite by the neck. "GET UP NAKATH!" Rakath commanded, throwing his brother forward and slamming his head through the window, followed by another, and another before throwing him back to the ground.
"Rakath! RAKATH STOP! STOP!" He pleaded. Rakath held him by the neck, on the far wall he saw each of his companions as well as other Heretics.
Roma stood with her hands on her hips, Phma looking away, Jente left the room, and Tavise sitting with his hands clasped together, watching.
"You honor lacking basa-UGH" He was cut off by Rakath driving his fist into his gut. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" He begged, falling to his knees in front of Rakath.
"Why? WHY?! I lived as a pawn! I gave you my life, my power! And then... You order me to kill them... Those children. CHILDREN! And then... You BLACKMAILED ME." He yelled out, ramming his helmeted head into the unarmored Shanghelili.
"YOU stole my honor. YOU made me a MURDERER! I SACRIFICED EVERYTHING FOR YOUR LIES." He yelled out, drawing an Energy Dagger and driving it deep into Nakath's shoulder.
Letting the bloody elite fall again, Rakath took a step back, three Heretics joining him, Energy Swords to bear.
"It was during the war! you cannot judge me for that ! The lies! The War! THE PROPHETS!" Nakath spat, blood flying from his mouth to Rakath's visor.
"THERE IS ALWAYS A CHOICE!" Rakath bellowed, smashing his hand into the side of his brothers face. Spitting out more blood, Nakath looked back, a dazzed look on his face, only to receive another hit to the jaw. "Kill me and be done with this!" Nakath yelled out.
"Kill you...? No... I'm not here for that. I'm here to thank you... Without you I would not have become what I am today!" He said, lifting his Revolver in one hand from the floor and slamming the butt of the weapon into the younger V'keelaii's skull.
"Tavise. Bring me his family... Kill The staff and any other V'keelaii..." Rakath said coldly. Tvise then stood and did such. Thats when Nakath began getting brave.
"NO! LEAVE THEM BE!" He demanded, moving forward only to be caught by two other Heretics, Rakath's cold orange eyes glaring through his cleared visor. "KILL ME INSTEAD! PLEASE!" Nakath yelled out. Rakath kept the same, cold experesion until Tavise returned, two Heretic guards pushing the family, a female and three children, to the wall.
Grabbing Nakath up by the collar, lifting him right off his feet, Rakath there him don in front of them by a few feet. A Spec-Ops instantly reacting and seizing his left arm.
"I'm going to make you.... Just like me... Feel what I felt..." Drawing a spare pistol, an M6D, Rakath shot out his brothers knees. before walking behind his brother, slipping the gun loosely into his hand and aiming it at his family.
"Your going to kill them... Each of them..." Rakath said into his brothers ear, only to get a shaking head.
"Oh but you will... do not worry..." Rakath said in a chilling tone, the room seemingly growing darker and colder by the second.
Guiding Nakath's hand, Rakath aimed at his wife first, a few seconds later a "CRACK" left the air, and the woman collapsed with a blown out chest, Nakath groaned in agony, the Spec-Ops holding him reacting by drawing his energy dagger and searing his left two jaws off.
Next, came the children. They each fell dead and Rakath let his brother go, walking out of the room and dropping the M6D. A she walked away he heard Nakath's anguished cries.
"I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN RAKATH! I WILL. MURDERER!"
"I WILL KILL YOU ALL! I WILL KILL YOU ALL WITH MY BARE HANDS!" He bellowed out as Rakath left the manor and stepped out on the charred grass. Phantoms landed and took off, others were being refitted for take off. Rakath just stood and watched until Roma came to his side.
"What now, father?" She asked.
"Knock him out, leave him here... With a single gun. The one I used. Leave one bullet... One..." Rakath said.
"Your... You aren't going to kill him?" Roma asked, crossing her arms.
"No, Roma... I am going to make him cold and numb... Give him a choice..." and with that last cold statement, Rakath vanished into the large number of Heretic troops, returning to the Intent.
Rakath let out a growl and slammed the younger casually dressed Elite into the wall, making him groan in pain only added o that and the injuries he already had. Lifting his large fist he slammed it into his face repeatedly until he heard a jaw crack, stepping back, he threw the male to the floor and but his foot to his side, sending him toppling over.
"Get up! GET UP!" Rakath commanded, reaching down and grabbing the younger Elite by the neck. "GET UP NAKATH!" Rakath commanded, throwing his brother forward and slamming his head through the window, followed by another, and another before throwing him back to the ground.
"Rakath! RAKATH STOP! STOP!" He pleaded. Rakath held him by the neck, on the far wall he saw each of his companions as well as other Heretics.
Roma stood with her hands on her hips, Phma looking away, Jente left the room, and Tavise sitting with his hands clasped together, watching.
"You honor lacking basa-UGH" He was cut off by Rakath driving his fist into his gut. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" He begged, falling to his knees in front of Rakath.
"Why? WHY?! I lived as a pawn! I gave you my life, my power! And then... You order me to kill them... Those children. CHILDREN! And then... You BLACKMAILED ME." He yelled out, ramming his helmeted head into the unarmored Shanghelili.
"YOU stole my honor. YOU made me a MURDERER! I SACRIFICED EVERYTHING FOR YOUR LIES." He yelled out, drawing an Energy Dagger and driving it deep into Nakath's shoulder.
Letting the bloody elite fall again, Rakath took a step back, three Heretics joining him, Energy Swords to bear.
"It was during the war! you cannot judge me for that ! The lies! The War! THE PROPHETS!" Nakath spat, blood flying from his mouth to Rakath's visor.
"THERE IS ALWAYS A CHOICE!" Rakath bellowed, smashing his hand into the side of his brothers face. Spitting out more blood, Nakath looked back, a dazzed look on his face, only to receive another hit to the jaw. "Kill me and be done with this!" Nakath yelled out.
"Kill you...? No... I'm not here for that. I'm here to thank you... Without you I would not have become what I am today!" He said, lifting his Revolver in one hand from the floor and slamming the butt of the weapon into the younger V'keelaii's skull.
"Tavise. Bring me his family... Kill The staff and any other V'keelaii..." Rakath said coldly. Tvise then stood and did such. Thats when Nakath began getting brave.
"NO! LEAVE THEM BE!" He demanded, moving forward only to be caught by two other Heretics, Rakath's cold orange eyes glaring through his cleared visor. "KILL ME INSTEAD! PLEASE!" Nakath yelled out. Rakath kept the same, cold experesion until Tavise returned, two Heretic guards pushing the family, a female and three children, to the wall.
Grabbing Nakath up by the collar, lifting him right off his feet, Rakath there him don in front of them by a few feet. A Spec-Ops instantly reacting and seizing his left arm.
"I'm going to make you.... Just like me... Feel what I felt..." Drawing a spare pistol, an M6D, Rakath shot out his brothers knees. before walking behind his brother, slipping the gun loosely into his hand and aiming it at his family.
"Your going to kill them... Each of them..." Rakath said into his brothers ear, only to get a shaking head.
"Oh but you will... do not worry..." Rakath said in a chilling tone, the room seemingly growing darker and colder by the second.
Guiding Nakath's hand, Rakath aimed at his wife first, a few seconds later a "CRACK" left the air, and the woman collapsed with a blown out chest, Nakath groaned in agony, the Spec-Ops holding him reacting by drawing his energy dagger and searing his left two jaws off.
Next, came the children. They each fell dead and Rakath let his brother go, walking out of the room and dropping the M6D. A she walked away he heard Nakath's anguished cries.
"I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN RAKATH! I WILL. MURDERER!"
"I WILL KILL YOU ALL! I WILL KILL YOU ALL WITH MY BARE HANDS!" He bellowed out as Rakath left the manor and stepped out on the charred grass. Phantoms landed and took off, others were being refitted for take off. Rakath just stood and watched until Roma came to his side.
"What now, father?" She asked.
"Knock him out, leave him here... With a single gun. The one I used. Leave one bullet... One..." Rakath said.
"Your... You aren't going to kill him?" Roma asked, crossing her arms.
"No, Roma... I am going to make him cold and numb... Give him a choice..." and with that last cold statement, Rakath vanished into the large number of Heretic troops, returning to the Intent.
