The Purging

WARNING: there be blood... I made myself sick drawing this and the next picture last week, but... this was the part of the story I was writing.


Sorry guys.... You're gunna hate me when you click on this


"With the Sun Rise" Sneak peak
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"Is is almost sunrise yet?" Kainne asked me. He spoke it with nothing more than hollow curiousity.

It scared me.

"It's almost like you are looking forward too..." I couldn't say that word - death- it was too real, to near to bare now. But I didn't have to say it. He reached up and turned my face down to look at him, though his own eyes bore straight through me to the ceiling, they were so cold.. so... dim.

"I'm not afraid to die..." His voice demanded truth, but his fingers trimbles againts my chin. I felt rage grow inside me once more and could no longer soat my words in false gentleness.

"You are LYING!" I cried in anger, I could feel another break down trying to claim me, but I refused it.

"There will be peace." He spat at me, the closest he'd come to a shout in weeks now. I'd final gotten a rise out of him. If he could fight me, he could find the will to live! I tried to find other things that might remind him of life and make him want it.

"And what of Adelaine? What will I tell her? That you layed down and gave up, then?" Surely his twin would bring his spark back, I thought.... but I was wrong....

"She's already mourned our deaths, Adaire... she doesn't... cry for us... anymore" He whispered, that spark of energy vanishing like a vapor, all too quickly.

"NO!" I shouted, punching the hay covered ground beneith us. "You of all people should know she'd never give up on us! SO don't you give up on her! Kainne GET UP! Get up for her! For yourself! For me!"

"Stop it" he whispered angrily

"What?" I hissed.

"Lying to yourself.... we're never going to see her again. We're going to DIE here, Adaire. You as well as me."

"N-"

"And you know it." He let his head fall back against the floor and closed his eyes.

"...No... Kainne," I whispered, as the lump grew bigger in my throat. "I'm not giving up.... I'm going to make it home..."

Kainne groaned and turned his head away.

"So that's it then..." I choked. He was going to die. Not because his body was, though it was, but becuase his spirit was. It was the death of his hope that left him stricken on the ground.

"Life isn't worth living like this" he whispered, " everyday is pain.. fear... and hopelessness... brother... you were right... The sunrise-"

"Is here!" I gasped, as a scream souned down the corridor. They were just out of sight. I could hear them though, many dark elves jeering and shouting, and worst still, the poor centaurs whose lives were no longer useful to them. The purgers were shouting names... and coat colors... and after every shout came more screams. Each one was closer than the last. And on and on until they reached our cell. I held my breath that whole time, but now it came so fast I felt that my lungs might gave out... I felt i was suffocating. I wished I was. I turned and looked back at Kainne, still held in my arms, but his gaze had glazed over and again returned to the ceiling.

"Kainne!" I just wanted him to look at me...

"Ah! Another one in here! How I;ve looked forward to this one!" That heinous laugh that followed will forever haunt me. It was Versai, he'd hated the extra work Kainne'd made him do, the extra runs, the less water he could bring back, the less money he could bring back. he'd been waiting for this moment. His shrill voice made my blood run cold. Everything within me wanted to jump up and kill him where he stood. But I didn't Kainne needed me now.. this one last - LAST time.

I wished this moment had never come, and yet already be over. I didn't know (and still don't know) how I survived it... with my sanity. I only prayed that it would be over quickly... and they would take me too.

But neither happened. No, this was no Execution Style purging.... it was - a feast.

I pulled my brother closer to me and wrapped him in a bear hug. I hadn't done that since we were little, we thought we were too old for it now, but it was the only thing I could think to do. He returned it weakly, as Versaid opened our gate. The vile man said something in our direction, most likely ordering me to get back, but I didn't hear him. I focused all my attention on Kainne. My heart beat wildly in my ears. It was maddening. It felt as if eterninty and yet no time had passed or ever would. These were our last moments together. My blood again ran cold as Kainne held tighter. He had seen the instrument of his (probably ours) death... the Jikonti, three of them. I felt tears, Kainne's tears, on my fur. Every muscle in his body was clinched, waiting for the end.

"The night is almost over" I whispered to him between sobs. There was no point in holding back the tears now. There was nothing I could do to change his fate. Nothing anyone could do now. I had to accept it as he had. He was far braver than I, but I felt his confidence in death, subsiding, he could not mask the fear we both shared... the last thing we would share.

Versai had the Jikonti on short chains and he now lead them into the cramped, space. They snapped viciously - at eachother, at him... at us. There was a wicked smile on his face. He'd been waiting purposly. I glared at him from the corner of my eyes.

"Don't worry Golden-One," He hissed at me, " You wont be harmed... infact, you'll be returning to work in a few moments. Just like this never happened!" He let the Jikonti loose with a loud CLICK.

I burried my face in Kainne's hair as the horrible dog-dragons lept upon us. Kainne thrashed out in one sudden and final burst of life.

"Adaire! No! Don't let them do this! Don't let them tkae me!" But there was nothing I could do... but hold on as they ripped at him. He flailed and kicked violently, using what little energy he had left. One lucky kick killed a Jikonti, to which Versai gave an enraged grunt. A wild pawwing of his front foot, cut into my face opening a wide arc in my chin. But I didnt' feel it. I held more tightly, as the beast did there best to tear him from my arms.

"Wait for me in freedom!" I cried louder than his blood curdling screams. Oh! that the Jikonti would work more quickly! But no they were trained to drag it out for the viewers pleasure. That's what this hiddious gore was! Entertainment! I could no longer hold back my sickness. My screaming, Kainne's agonized pleading cries, the beasts growling and Versai's laughter all bled together in a macobre medley of blood, gore and death.

The trama sent Kainne into involuntary convulsions and his tortured soul let out one last blood gurgling cry. And finally, My baby brother fell into freedom.


He died of bloodloss... or mabey choked on his own blood...That's when I realized, there was no peace in death. he did not slip away. His life was torn from him. Stolen. But at any rate - I was all alone.

I felt Versai's whip on my back then and breathed as deep, anguished sigh.

"Back to work now. Shows over" He laughed.

But I descided then, it had only begun.

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I cried when I first wrote that... It's not polished or anything. So sorry for the typos.