18
(Season 2, Episode 5)
ORC FIGHT!
The orcs are one of the few remaining creatures of fantasy
that, for the most part, only exist on Avalon. Orcs are larger than humans, the shortest of
their race standing at six feet tall. They
have thick green skin that is nearly bullet proof. Their broad shoulders are
wide, with heavy set jaws with tusks protruding upward from the bottom jaw.
Almost always angry and prone to violent outbursts, they are confined to the
ground level of Avalon and only allowed to stay because of their skills at masonry
and metal working. By maintaining the bases of the giant towers that stretch
above their heads they guarantee their place. Without them, the floating city
would have crumbled to dust years ago.
Nevertheless, they are detested by the politicians and kings
above them and very rarely do the two civilizations meet. On the rare occasions that these two worlds
collide, it is because the orcs; because their violent tendencies and short
tempers make perfect contract killers and strong arms.
It doesn’t help that they are attracted to anything shiny or
polished, regardless of its actual value.
Seamus had found and secured one of the biggest, meanest
orcs he had ever seen.
The orc’s name was Vul’ Garr. He stood seven feet five inches tall and was
nearly five feet wide. He had hard
piercing red eyes that promised violence. His head was shaved but for a long black top-knot
going down his back. His body looked as
though it had been carved out of wood.
Seamus had to buy two disguise charms from a shifty witch
just to get him through the halls undetected.
And even with the two charms, his eyes were still blood red.
Seamus stood at the corner to the hallway leading to the
Rognaithe’s room. “Okay, we’re here. I
will get rid of the guards by taking over for them, then, I’ll let you into the
room and kill everyone inside. Did you
bring any weapons?”
Vul’ Garr turned his big head toward Seamus and smiled. “I always have my weapons with me.”
Vul’ Garr flexed his hands in front of himself cracking all
his knuckles at once. Seamus understood
what he meant.
“You will have to hit me to make it look like I tried to
stop you.” Seamus said.
Vul’ Garr grinned again his tusks making him look distorted
and ugly. “Not a problem.”
Seamus nodded, still worried about using the beast. He had always found them to be unpredictable
wild cards when it came to the job, but this was his father’s wish.
Seamus walked out around the corner and the two nexs
standing guard nodded to him with a smile. “Hey Seamus, what’s up?”
Seamus waved. “Shift
change fellas, let the druids watch them for now. Go get some rest.”
The two skinny sorcerers looked at each other. One adjusted his glasses. “But we still have an hour on our shift.”
Seamus looked confused. “Didn’t think you would mind getting off
early, but if that’s the way you want it…”
He left it hanging and the nex not wearing glasses laughed
it off. “No, no, they’re all yours. The forsaken is in the library studying.”
The rule following nex started to protest but was silenced
by his partner. “Catch you later
Seamus.”
Seamus waited until the two left his sight then motioned the
orc to come forward.
Vul’ Garr strode around the corner and ripped off the charms
revealing his hulking true self.
Seamus nodded to him. “Okay remember, hit me to make it-”
Seamus was unable to finish the sentence as Vul’Garr stepped
in and pivoted on his back foot sending his massive fist into the completely
unprepared druid. The blow was explosive,
sending Seamus flipping backward through the air twenty feet before crashing
into the wall and falling to the stone floor, completely unconscious.
Vul’ Garr grinned maliciously. “Like I said, not a problem.”
Vul’ Garr then turned to the door, behind which were his targets.
They had no idea what was about to hit them.
****
The door exploded off its hinges and flipped into the room
with a crash. This event happened at the
exact same time as Zachariah was taking a drink of is beer. The resulting surprise made Zach also inhale,
sending the beer up his nose.
He began to choke and gag as the lumbering green monster
ducked through the door way and entered the room. It swiveled its head and locked its eyes on
Zachariah. “Are you Zachariah?”
Its rumbling voice was low and full of intent. Zachariah continued choking, trying to catch
his breath.
The thing took a few huge steps toward him. “Are you Zachariah?”
Zachariah, still trying to catch his breath, managed to
speak. “Um… no?”
The thing seemed to smile but it was hard to tell through
his giant upward pointing tusks. “Wrong answer.”
It cocked its hand back to throw a punch that would end
Zachariah in one blow. Zach grimaced and
chucked his beer into the beast’s blood red eyes. It howled and launched a wild haymaker, but
Zach was able to use the distraction and the beast’s sudden lack of sight to
throw himself over the counter and into the dining area.
At the same time, the monster’s massive fist collided with
the solid oak cabinets, turning them instantly into kindling. It roared and Zachariah scrambled to his feet.
Mary was on her feet now and staring in disbelief.
“What the fuck is that?!” She screamed at the top of her lungs just to
be heard over the creature’s roaring.
Zachariah slid to a stop next to her. “I’m not sure but I think I made it angry!”
On cue, the creature
smashed the oak and stone counters between it and the dining area.
“I don’t like it when it’s angry!” Zachariah said and the comment forced Mary lose
focus on the creature and narrow her eyes on Zachariah. “You’re making Hulk jokes?”
Zachariah smiled back at her. “I love you just cuase you know that was a Hulk
joke.”
The creature was not impressed with their romantic cuteness
and began to charge, hurling the giant oak table out of its way with one hand. They turned back as it gained steam, raising
both its hands above its head in order to finish the two love birds.
Mary, completely at a loss as to what to do, turned and hit
the beast to the face with a right cross. The blow had thunderous effect to it and the green
giant actually staggered backwards.
Zachariah watched in disbelief and stared at her, confused. Her reaction mirrored his as she stared at her
hand as if it was foreign to her body.
“How did you …” Zachariah began to ask.
“I have no idea.” Mary answered, unable to take her eyes off
her fist.
The creature was not giving them time to figure it out. It picked up a person sized chunk of the
counter top that had been destroyed and hurled it with ease, sending it
slamming into Mary.
She rolled away as the debris shattered and went everywhere.
Mary’s body came to a stop ten feet away
against the far wall. She was bleeding
from her forehead and was not moving.
Zachariah’s eyes narrowed and he turned toward the smiling
monster. “You ugly, son of a bitch!”
Zachariah charged the monster, picking up a chair in both
hands and yelling as he swung the object over head into the giants face.
The chair shattered and the monster didn’t even flinch. Its head just turned toward Zachariah and
cracked its neck.
Zachariah frowned at the piece of chair he had left in his
hand. “Okay, so that didn’t work. Look before Hulk smash puny human, can I at
least know why you’re here?”
The creature snarled. “No.”
“That’s fair.” Zachariah
shrugged.
The creature took a step in his direction and Zachariah winged
the stick into the beast’s eye.
It yowled in pain and grabbed its eye staggering and
Zachariah saw his opening, leaping onto the beasts back and wrapping his hands
around its throat while hooking its legs around its waist.
“Time to go to sleep!” He said as he applied the choke hold.
The breast however, just shook his head. Its neck was far too thick and muscular for
Zach to even remotely affect it.
The beast just took a deep breath as if frustrated with the
stupidity of the maneuver.
“Are you at least feeling a little drowsy?” Zachariah
finally asked, pitifully.
The orc reached back, grabbed Zachariah’s shoulder and
ripped him off his back, sending him crashing through the oak table and leaving
Zachariah in a broken heap gasping for air. Before Zachariah could do anything but moan,
the monster had his neck pulling him up and off his feet, squeezing the very
life out of him with one hand.
“Now, you die.” The beast growled.
All hope looks lost for our hero (for lack of a better word). Will he be able to escape the beast’s grasp? With his trial a day away, it looks like
Zachariah won’t even make it. What has become of Mary?
Find out next time on…
Stranger Things: Zachariah’s
Trial.
TO BE CONTIUED…
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