Dartho (not based on my old RPG)

SimonW said:
lol...yeah. :D

Here is start of Chapter 6.


Chapter 6: Of Death And Sorrow....

Tabitha remained on the ground, weeping at her friend's demise a few moments ago.
Sammy had been watching the whole thing, almost indignant that The Illustrator was dead. Sammy Gibb knew he wasn't really learned in things like Tabitha, he was slightly bitter at what he thought was "special treatment" but he admired her for a whole lot of other things aswell.
Sammy walked over to Tabitha and gently knelt beside her, glancing over at the dead body of their mentor and once dear friend.
Sammy was a caring fellowq, really he was, but he was a child whom had not learnt how to cry at such morbid things that appeared to shock him so.
"He 'as a good un," muttered Sammy, slightly abashed at the sound of his own voice.
He was not fully aware of how quiet everything was until he had spoken, besides the sobs of the crying Tabitha.

Tabitha slowly stood up, brushing the tears from her face. She could cry all she wanted, but she had lived through rough things worse then this, she could get through this aswell.
She noticed Sammy glance up at her, his pitiful form seemed somewhat shrivelled but that was due to the angle she was looking at him.
She did not pity Sammy, he was like her sure, but every orphan looked out for themselves. That was the way of the streets.

(End of part 1)
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The way of the streets.....

Yeah, that got my attention. :D:p
 
lol...it wasn't meant to be a "stay in your memory" statement, it just where part one was where I decided to stop.

(Chapter 6, Part 2)

A new resolve had built up in Tabitha, the ordeal of her mentor dying had toughened her up somewhat after going through the grieving process.
Sammy was still in a state of shock, his life was cruddy, but he had never experienced death before in his young life.
"He's gone," muttered Sammy in a hushed voice, his usual merry exterior now brazen with remorse.
"And he's not coming back," stated Tabitha matter-of-factly, her own voice alien-like to her own mind.
"Why must ya say that?" asked Sammy to Tabitha, glancing at her after quickly looking at the dead body that was about twelve feet in front of them.
"Because it is the truth," replied Tabitha, in a slightly more mild voice.
The two children stared at each other for a few minutes, Tabitha above Sammy wearing a large dirty singlet and clasping tightly to her moon-shaped pendant. Meanwhile, Sammy was staring up at the girl Tabitha wearing the same dirty clothes he wore when they first met, his eyes slightly red from the supressed tears he dared not to shed.
The two knew themselves but not each other. Yet, circumstances beyond their control had fated them to keep meeting each other. Wether this was planned or not, nobody can be certain. But, the total assumption of there being a circumstance in which they had shared a tragic experience, one would not deny that Fate had most likely intervened on their behalf.
As to what they were to do now, that was still a matter left undisclosed. They were kids, orphans, children of the streets, no adults to help guide them, no others to know of the tragedy they have just faced. If anything was learnt in this world, it was that one had to fend for oneself.
Sammy sniffled and stood up, brushing his eyes though they were dry. He looked over at the dead body once more.
"Wha' are we ta do?" he asked, both to himself and to Tabitha.

(To be continued...)
 
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lol...you think about a lot of last lines, Carz.

Ben......lol! :D

(Chapter 6, part 3)

Tabitha hesitated, not at all sure what they were to do. She opened her mouth to speak words of comfort but found the words she was stating were harsh and not intentional.
"We had better get out of here," were the words she had spoken.
In her mind, Tabitha knew the honourable thing to say was that they should bury the body, but she was too far gone in shock and grief to utter those words.
Sammy sharply glimpsed at Tabitha, his eyes held a note of shocked horror. But, he resolutely nodded his head slowly, trying to gather his own thoughts in order to get his body to function.
He could have stated that they could not leave The Illustrator's body like that, but he knew better not to argue with a person he thought was smarter then himself. He trusted Tabitha's judgement blindly, almost as blindly as he trusted The Illustrator, despite knowing in his own mind that some of The Illustrator's teachings contradicted themselves.

"Learn! That is what you are here to do! I spend my time helping you children think of better things then what your own schools would teach," The Illustrator had stated one evening.
A boy in the back piped up, "Sir? What's school?"
"A thing you are better without," had been the reply of The Illustator to the lad. "Whereas, my dream of a better world is nearly complete. There would be no more smog, no more disease....a happier world for all."

The words of The Illustrator had echoed through Sammy's brain, the words of a man now dead, his dream of his world no longer able to become a reality.

(To be continued...)
 
SimonW said:
lol...you think about a lot of last lines, Carz.

Ben......lol! :D

(Chapter 6, part 3)

Tabitha hesitated, not at all sure what they were to do. She opened her mouth to speak words of comfort but found the words she was stating were harsh and not intentional.
"We had better get out of here," were the words she had spoken.
In her mind, Tabitha knew the honourable thing to say was that they should bury the body, but she was too far gone in shock and grief to utter those words.
Sammy sharply glimpsed at Tabitha, his eyes held a note of shocked horror. But, he resolutely nodded his head slowly, trying to gather his own thoughts in order to get his body to function.
He could have stated that they could not leave The Illustrator's body like that, but he knew better not to argue with a person he thought was smarter then himself. He trusted Tabitha's judgement blindly, almost as blindly as he trusted The Illustrator, despite knowing in his own mind that some of The Illustrator's teachings contradicted themselves.

"Learn! That is what you are here to do! I spend my time helping you children think of better things then what your own schools would teach," The Illustrator had stated one evening.
A boy in the back piped up, "Sir? What's school?"
"A thing you are better without," had been the reply of The Illustator to the lad. "Whereas, my dream of a better world is nearly complete. There would be no more smog, no more disease....a happier world for all."

The words of The Illustrator had echoed through Sammy's brain, the words of a man now dead, his dream of his world no longer able to become a reality.

(To be continued...)
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hmm..I must say I like this Illistrator guy.....he seems a little crazy...but in a good way. Like me...:D
 
tottyfruitty said:
Haha yep yep.
Its like he's dead now so his words are wise :p
So what now for Sammy and Tabitha and what happened to Ben?
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lol...yeppity yep yep. :D
lol..that was what I implied in my last post...lol.
Well.....I can't tell you everything.
But, here are inside tips. Sammy.....he will soon be out of the story.
Tabitha....she gets to wander the streets once more.
As for Ben, he will make an appearance later.
lol...that raises more questions then answers. :D
 
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Hmm....due to popular opinion....three or four people.....this shall continue. lol.

(chapter 6, part 4)

The child's thoughts were interrupted as a menacing shadow cascaded over the two unaware children.
Tabitha felt an eerie presence and turned, fear gripping her chest while she fearfully gripped her moon cresent necklace.
Within the half-light of the tunnel, Tabitha could hear the scraping of most likely claws or something. Her persuer had found Tabitha at last.
There was a low and animalistic growl from the thing that had been stalking Tabitha, a glint of something metal in the flickering glow of the fading light from the candles.
Sammy was now aware of the presence too, he stood up and turned around, gulping lightly.
Tabitha started to move to the side, the shadow followed her movements....a sardonic and animalistic laugh that chilled Tabitha right to her bones.
Suddenly, the shadow turned as Sammy started to move toward it, planning to face the unknown menace face-on.
A seething hiss was heard coming from the shadow, it moved forward and Sammy moved back, gulping once more.
Sammy continued back as the shadow stalked forward, almost in the dimly lit room when the candles suddenly snuffed out.
Tabitha had backed up against the wall, frightened, not just for her sake but for Sammy's aswell.
The heavy breathing of the shadow echoed throughout the chamber, Tabitha could not tell in the darkness wether it was coming for her or Sammy.

In the darkness, Sammy continued to back away until he tripped over something behind him and fell. The thing he tripped over was The Illustrator's dead body. The only source of light left was the very dim glow from The Illustrator's candle.
Before he could gather the nerve to move, Sammy heard something come towards him.
"Tabitha? Is that you?" whispered out Sammy, lifting the lantern with the candle.
It wasn't Tabitha. Sammy uttered a cry of horror and dropped the lantern, the light going out as the shadowy form leapt at him!

(to be continued...)
 
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SimonW said:
Hmm....due to popular opinion....three or four people.....this shall continue. lol.

(chapter 6, part 4)

The child's thoughts were interrupted as a menacing shadow cascaded over the two unaware children.
Tabitha felt an eerie presence and turned, fear gripping her chest while she fearfully gripped her moon cresent necklace.
Within the half-light of the tunnel, Tabitha could hear the scraping of most likely claws or something. Her persuer had found Tabitha at last.
There was a low and animalistic growl from the thing that had been stalking Tabitha, a glint of something metal in the flickering glow of the fading light from the candles.
Sammy was now aware of the presence too, he stood up and turned around, gulping lightly.
Tabitha started to move to the side, the shadow followed her movements....a sardonic and animalistic laugh that chilled Tabitha right to her bones.
Suddenly, the shadow turned as Sammy started to move toward it, planning to face the unknown menace face-on.
A seething hiss was heard coming from the shadow, it moved forward and Sammy moved back, gulping once more.
Sammy continued back as the shadow stalked forward, almost in the dimly lit room when the candles suddenly snuffed out.
Tabitha had backed up against the wall, frightened, not just for her sake but for Sammy's aswell.
The heavy breathing of the shadow echoed throughout the chamber, Tabitha could not tell in the darkness wether it was coming for her or Sammy.

In the darkness, Sammy continued to back away until he tripped over something behind him and fell. The thing he tripped over was The Illustrator's dead body. The only source of light left was the very dim glow from The Illustrator's candle.
Before he could gather the nerve to move, Sammy heard something come towards him.
"Tabitha? Is that you?" whispered out Sammy, lifting the lantern with the candle.
It wasn't Tabitha. Sammy uttered a cry of horror and dropped the lantern, the light going out as the shadowy form leapt at him!

(to be continued...)
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HOLY BUCKETS OF GRAVY!!!!!!

:eek: :eek: :eek:
 
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