Clen Thoran threw a bucket of ice cold water into Elmo Benok's face. Benok gasped and opened his eyes, first looking at the winged former Lord Marshall before him, then around at his surroundings. He was in some sort of cave, bound to the wall with iron chains, a pool of amber colored liquid behind the Lord Marshall from which an eerie glow lit the chamber.
"Pah," was all Benok could manage to utter as he looked up into Thoran's glowing red eyes, "You're the Lord Marshall!" "Not any more, Benok," rumbled Thoran as he stretched his wings. They looked like dragon's wings, or bat wings, with a creepy skin-tone color to them. Thoran produced a spear that he had behind his back. It was a regulation guard spear, a thin wooden pole with a high-quality steel tip. Thoran pointed it at Benok's shoulder, and before Benok could move or protest, the former Lord Marshall bore a hole into Benok's shoulder. Benok let out a yell that reverberated throughout the chamber. Thoran withdrew the spear and leaned close to Benok, placing his hand on Benok's shoulder near the wound. Thoran's hand was warm, almost hot. "Where were you taking the girls, Benok?" growled Thoran through clenched teeth. "What girls?" blubbered Benok, "I don't know what you're--AHHH!" Thoran jammed his thumb into Benok's wound. "Do you hear that scraping sound, Benok," growled Thoran. Benok did indeed. "That's the sound of my thumbnail grinding against your shoulder blade. Where were you taking them?" "Please!" yelped Benok. "That's not an answer, Benok!" Thoran's thumb began to pull apart the skin and muscle that was severed by the wound. "I can't tell you!" Benok cried. Tears streamed down the sides of his face, "Gods please don't kill me!" "Why can't you tell me, Benok?" Thoran brought his face just inches away from Benok's, "And newsflash, idiot. If you don't tell me I will definately kill you." Benok began to hyperventilate. "Doctor... Doc... Doctor Bloor! Mysthaven University! The basement! The basement! Please don't kill me! Please!" Thoran narrowed his eyes. "What time?" "On the Hixa Vedek! Midnight! Please..." Benok let out a gurgled scream as Thoran rammed his fingers into Benok's chest. Blood sprayed everywhere as Thoran showed Benok's own heart to him, still beating. The last thing Benok saw was Thoran taking a bite out of Benok's heart. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://www.dragonmyst.f2s.com/lists.php3
