Bloodlust, Written by a Fan Fiction Newbie Options

[The Metal Mallet]

Greetings, I have been a fairly longtime reader of the Fan Fiction section of these forums (back when it was still W4O) as a guest. I thought it was about time to get out of "veil" per se. Hopefully, this Fan Fic will be enjoyable for you guys as your fics have been enjoyed by me. Criticism is always appreciated. Anyways, here it is!


- Bloodlust -

The knife slashed through the man’s throat with ease, causing an eruption of blood to pour out the gaping tare. A shocked gurgle escapes the man’s lips as he begins to pale. The only warmth he feels is the body that is holding him up and the bodily fluid running down his chest. His eyes finally cloud over, still locked in their state of shock. The body is then silently lowered to the ground.

The killer stares down at his latest handiwork. What a rush! The sound of the blade tearing through skin and flesh, the sudden burst of blood spouting out the wound, even the sickly sweet scent of the man’s life force intoxicated him. He inhaled the scent deeply as he bent over to clean off his knife on the man’s shirt. This was just another stepping stone in order to prepare himself for his main goal.

Vengeance, he thought, I will have it soon. I just need to make sure my skills are up to par to get away with this. Hopefully this gets you quivering in those expensive boots of yours as well.

The figure cloaked in darkness exited the alley where he committed his crime, casually integrating with the night’s pedestrians. As he passed a homeless man and his fire barrel, he casually tossed his bloodstained gloves into the flames. An experienced killer will not leave any incriminating evidence. Fortunately he didn’t get any blood on his clothes this time.

After handing the homeless man some coins, he continued on. The journey home was uneventful after that. No one paid any attention to the moderately well-dressed man walking down the street. No one knew the chaotic thoughts running through his mind at the moment. No one knew the pain and suffering he has gone through to get this far, or the lengths to which he’ll go to achieve what he wants. All they see is an average man who prefers black colours and cloaks. No one would suspect he was the one behind the current string of murders that have been happening.

The killer arrived at his home, located in a quiet, peaceful part of Kvatch. As he hung up his cloak, he contemplated his next move. The best approach would be to wait a couple of days before initiating his next murder. There was no need to be hasty and become careless. The point was to get away with his mission in the end; suspicions must be avoided at all costs.

As he climbed into bed, his thoughts were still running through his actions of the night, reliving every beautifully bloody moment. He closed his eyes and knew what his dream was going to be. It has always been the same recently.

Sweet, bloody revenge.

This post has been edited by The Metal Mallet: Jun 19 2006, 05:52 AM

[The Metal Mallet]

Time to see if Savlian survives this... who knows, I might pull a George RR Martin and kill off a main character just for my own amusement. No one is safe! Hahahahaa! Ok, the power is getting to me...


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The eyes of the thugs surrounding Savlian sparkled with malcontent for him. They wanted to hurt him. Badly. A sly grin broke across Uragh’s face. “I think it’s about time the good Captain here met his maker. Kill him.”

As the three goons crept closer Savlian drew out his broadsword. While his attackers may be armed, there only possessed low quality daggers. They needed to get close to use them. Unfortunately for them, his broadsword was long enough that he could possibly keep them from getting close. The nearest Dunmer pounced first, flicking out with his dagger. Savlian easily intercepted the flick with his broadsword and pushed him off, quickly turning to parry the attack on the second Dunmer. He rewarded the Dunmer with a kick to the midsection to ward his off.

The male Orc had yet to act, he was busy talking to Uragh, obviously questioning her for the appearance of Savlian. His angered expression clearly showed that he wasn’t happy with it. Savlian put a mental note on the Orc’s position as he returned his attention to the Dunmer.

Savlian tried to keep both the Dunmer in his sights, but they were trying to keep one of themselves behind him so the effort was proving futile. Savlian opted for an aggressive attack. He made a sudden rush at the Dunmer ahead of him to try to take him off guard but his cross swing was avoided by an agile roll to the side by the Dunmer. Savlian had to quickly regain his footing as the Dunmer behind him went in for the attack. The attempt brought a small slash to the Dunmer’s arm. A quick yelp escaped his lips before he backed away again to reform his stance with the other Dunmer. They were obviously hesitant to break through Savlian’s guard. Personally, Savlian wished he brought his shield. This problem would be fixed by now if he did have it.

It seemed with the yelp of the injured Dunmer, the male Orc decided to join in the fight. This was going to make things more difficult for Savlian. His attackers now formed a rough triangle around him, trying to keep two behind him now. Suddenly, the Orc rushed Savlian, raising the dagger high over his head and roaring. Savlian was able to deflect the dagger with his sword but the force of the attack, as well as the force the Orc colliding with him, knocked him to the floor violently. A flash of light, and a brief moment of blackness enveloped Savlian’s eyes.

Immediately, the two Dunmer sprang onto the downed Captain. Amidst the tangle of bodies, flashes of blade strikes appeared, followed by grunts and groans. A sudden shriek of pain erupted from the struggle and one Dunmer was kicked away. Savlian rose out of the tangle bloodied, but relatively unharmed. His chest heaving under the effort of surviving the twin attacks of the Dunmer. The other Elf was writhing on the ground, clutching at his abdomen, vainly trying to hold in his organs. Savlian decided to spare him the pain with a stab to the heart. The remaining Elf cursed at him, then charged wildly at him. Savlian easily side-stepped the attack and swung his sword at the Elf’s exposed back. A loud thud, brought by the flat of the blade, sent the attack sprawling across the floor. Savlian mentally cursed at himself for making that small mistake.

Now the odds were back to two versus one. Savlian was not relieved though. He had used a lot of energy to avoid being stabbed to death on the ground, and the injuries he did received ached as the sweat mixed with the blood. He needed to finish this quickly or else he would tire out. With a determined set to his eyes, he raised his sword and began to engage the Orc. This one was obviously running the organization, so it was likely that if Savlian disposed of the Orc, the other would give up.

Unlike Uragh, this Orc has much slower footwork so Savlian all ready knew what he was going to do. He charged at the Orc, but before reaching him, he dove down at the Orc’s legs, holding his broadsword out, he slashed his sword and rolled back onto his feet. The attack made a deep laceration on the Orc’s thigh which staggered him to the floor. The Orc roared out in pain as he collapsed to the floor, no longer able to support any weight on it. All the while, the Dunmer stared, dumbfounded that his leader was down. The Orc decided he wanted to go to his death fighting as he lunged at Savlian with his good leg. The attack caught Savlian by surprise, so his reaction to avoid the attack wasn’t fast enough. The Orc’s dagger was planted firmly into Savlian’s calf as he attempted to jump away. Savlian crashed awkwardly in pain, he quickly yanked out the dagger. He bit down on his lip to avoid yelling out in pain. At least the Orc was now unarmed.

Savlian got up, and stumbled over to the Orc, who was now yelling any profanity that came to his mind. A few quick stabs later and the string of profanities ended. The Dunmer suddenly jumped out of his shock and bolted for the door. Savlian couldn’t give chase due to his injury so he picked up the Orc’s dagger, took quick aim, and tossed the dagger. A sound of metal sheathing into flesh echoed across the room as the dagger planted itself in the middle of the Dunmer’s neck. Soundlessly, the Dunmer went rigid before collapsing loudly on the floor. Savlian knew he was either paralyzed or dead, possibly both. What concerned him now was where did Uragh go?

His question was answered quickly as a green blur began to head toward to warehouse exit.

No! Was all Savlian could think as his only lead reached the doorway.

As she did, a fist suddenly appeared from the entrance and clocked Uragh right in the jaw. The bone-jarring blow sent Uragh crashing back into the warehouse. Another Kvatch guard walked in. It was the one he thought had abandoned him.

“Sorry I was late, if I knew this was going to happened I would’ve followed you right away. I wanted to investigate that crate she dropped,” he said as he nodded to the now unconscious Orc, “It was filled with skooma. So I don’t think we’ve got the right suspects here. But I got to say, capturing skooma dealers is a very good thing.”

Savlian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “But her knife, it was bloodied I saw it.”

“Sorry sir, it wasn’t blood,” the guard said hesitantly as he pulled out a rusty dagger, “It was only really rusty. This is her dagger.”

Anger surged through Savlian’s thoughts. I can’t believe how foolish I was to think that an Orc could be a sneaky assassin! I was blinded by my own eagerness to end this! Look what it got me! An injured leg, and still no suspects. At least they were skooma dealers…

Savlian wiped the sweat and blood from his face. “Good investigation work then. I’m glad to get skooma off the streets any day. Arrest Uragh on accounts of drug trafficking, resisting arrest, and attempted murder. Get word to healer, I can’t walk on this leg right now.”

The guard nodded as he picked up the large Orc and walked out. Savlian sat down on the cold warehouse floor. Hopelessness began to creep back into his soul.

What am I going to do now?