Of rage and revenge- M!Tabris Fanfiction
Title: Of rage and revenge
Author: promisetruth
Characters: M!Tabris, Soris, Shianni, Cyrion. (Other characters that are in the story have been made up)
Rated: M- for violence, blood, implied rape, and other things.
Summary: M!Tabris storms an estate in search of a little girl's mother.
Warnings: Written in first person and no name is given to M!Tabris. Dark story!!!
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Living in the Alienage has brought no happiness. I have seen nothing but harm and death come to my brethren as we try to live as free elves. If this is freedom then I would rather be dead.
"So what's the plan today?" I asked my cousins as we leaned against the wall of my father's house. "Besides listening to Soris go on about his soon to be wife."
"I swear she does look like a mouse!" he put his hands out in defense like he could block his fate. "You haven't seen her cousin, but Shianni has though! Hey Shianni, doesn't she look like some kind of rodent?"
"Rooooodenttt," she giggled. "That's a funny word. Ro-da-ent!"
"There's a surprise..." I murmured as I looked down at Shianni; she had slid all the way down and sat in a drunken stupor.
"You said you needed somethin' to do?" the woman looked up to us with a grin on her face; she then preceded to wiggle a bottle of ale that was a few sips from being empty.
"I'll take some!" Soris answered as he reached for the bottle and took a swig. "Thanks Shianni." I sighed and looked down the cobble road noticing a girl who might have been of but seven summers running towards us.
"Mister!" she called as she finally reached us. Her face was covered with muck and she looked as though no one had been taking care of her for days. A sight like this, where a child was orphaned and starved, was such a common sight that it made me more angry then sympathetic for her. "Mister, please I haven't eaten in days. No one else will feed me. Do you have anything I could eat?"
"Where are your parents?" I asked the child, bending down so that I was at her height. Dull green eyes looked back at me, and I could tell she was not lying about not being fed.
"Papa went after Mama after she was taken by the who-mans."
"Who-mans?" Shianni stirred. "What's a 'who-man'." Soris answered for her.
"I think she means 'humans'. Poor thing." Anger swelled in my heart. No doubt her father had been killed as he tried to rescue his wife. The mother would only have been lucky to receive the same fate.
"Stay with Soris," I stood up and looked over to my cousin. "Get her something to eat and don't let her out of your sight." For some reason I felt some connection to this little elf child. I felt a tug at my sleeve.
"Where are you going?"
"To look for your parents. Which direction did your father go?" she pointed outside of the Alienage. Great. Just great. The mother was taken to one of the noble's estate. This will be tricky.
"It was a who-man with a bushy red beard. And dark eyes."
"Sounds like her mother was taken by Ser Darren. Now there's a vile man," Soris turned to me. "If you are going, which is a stupid and rash idea might I add, you should go at night. Less chances to be caught on the streets."
"I think you should do it," Shianni slurred. "Give them who-mans a good, swift kick in the 'ead." I nodded. Giving the humans a kick in the head would be the least of their worries. That would be minute compared to what I was going to do.
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Night had fallen and I was inside my house with Father. He gave me disapproving glances.
"What are you planning son?" I stared outside the dirty window into the darkness. "You've got that look about you, it looks exactly like your mother when she was going to do something risky."
"A child told me that her mother was taken by Ser Darren, the father went after them," he did not say anything so I continued. "The father is most likely dead, but there could be chances that the mother is alive. I'm going to rescue her."
"Don't be foolish son!" he yelled. "Looking for revenge will only bring disaster to the Alienage!"
"I am not going for revenge Father, I am going to save that child's mother," It was a lie. And I'm sure my father knew that. Sure I was going for that reason to save the mother, but it was time that the elves got their revenge. I was driven by this anger and needed no other excuse. "I'll be back." I did not look back as I snuck out into the night. Two daggers that belonged to my mother before she died where perched on my back, easy to get out in case of an emergency. Or in case I ran into a human. Either way I was willing to use them.
After sneaking through the streets I made it to the rich estate of Ser Darren. He had an affluent house that overflowed with decorations and plants and idiotic possessions. It was gaudy none the less. I ran to the side of the house not even knowing if the mother would be kept in the upper rooms. But sadly that didn't bother me, as long as humans where there I was going to be happy. I could kill. I scaled up one of arbors of roses and reached the windowsill. Maybe there were bonuses to living in the Alienage as a thief. Noiselessly and easily breaking into windows was one of them. As I hopped inside I was greeted by two surly men who towered over me in height.
"Look what we got here. Little knife ear with sissy daggers. What's a matter knife ear, got lost trying to play soldier?" one of the men barked out, pulling a sword from its sheath. "Let's see if this thing knows how to fight." The other man also pulled out his weapon. I smirked at them, drawing my mother's blades. She had killed humans with it and so will I. The first man raised his sword high above his head and dragged it down so it would have landed on to my shoulder. I easily dogged out to the side and ran behind them. I jumped onto the man who had called me a knife ear and slid the dagger into the base of his neck. Blood shot out and his scream ended in a gurgled sigh. As the body started to fall downwards I rolled off of it and spun around, crouching, to meet my next opponent. He charged at me. I blocked his blow once but missed as he used the pummel to knock the wind out of me. I gasped and he smirked.
"Easy." he spat. I was blinded by hate as I jumped onto the human like a mabari and dug the daggers into his chest. When the pain registered in his mind the man's mouth opened to yell but I silenced him with a slit to his throat.
"Easy," I commented to their bodies. I lightly touched my chest and winced as it was tender. Would this bruise turn black, blue or yellow this time? "Come on," I whispered to myself. "Let's get this over with." I looked outside into the hallway and was disappointed when I noticed that no more guards had appeared. The room across from me seemed promising and I slid into the darkened room. I was met by a woman with dark hair sitting on the bed staring into her own thoughts. Part of me wanted to leave her, she was innocent. But that emotion was replaced by the rage that she was human and it was her kind that had started this mess.
"I am looking for an elf." I told her. My voice seemed to startle the woman out of her trance and she blinked up at me. Ruby lips turned into a smile.
"That's not very specific. And you are covered in blood. No doubt blood of my men." Her men. Oh out of all the luck of the Creators it had to be Ser Darren's wife that made this room hers.
"The elf is a woman and she looks like..." I trailed off, there was no way in this world I was going to be able to describe that girl's mother. I had not a clue what she looked like. The woman stood up; the material of her robe offering her no modesty. The way she walked and smiled was done on purpose and I was sure that it had tempted other men but it would not weaken me. I found all human women disgusting.
"Seems to me like you don't know what kind of woman you want," she twirled around me, tracing the outline of my jaw. "Perhaps I could help change that?" the woman purred. She turned me around so that my back was facing the bed. Then the human started to push me. Ruby lips kissed me. But that is when I see it. The child! The one that was supposed to be under Soris's care. She was standing there, a smile reaching her green eyes.
"By the creators!" I called, pushing the woman to the side. She fell harshly and being unaccustomed to being rejected the woman called out.
"Heeeeelp! Oh guards there is a rampant elf trying to hurt me. Kill him!" her voice was shrill. I did not care. Picking up the child and throwing her over my shoulder I hissed up to the girl.
"What are you doing here? You should be with Soris! Why are you here?"
"I found Mama." she cheered. I skidded to a halt.
"You what?"
"She's in that woom, down the hall." I placed the girl down. Blood of the human's that was on me had rubbed off onto her and my heart felt a pang of worry. What would happen if they found her? I looked for a place for her to hide.
"Do you know how to place hide and seek?" I quickly asked. She nodded. "Then do me a favor, see those curtains? Go and hide behind them. Your hiding from everyone but me. And this time do not move!" The girl grinned up to me and nodded once more. With a slight movement she slid something into my pocket. She thought it was a game. Just a game. Maybe it all was. Once she was hidden I went back for the mother.
"Halt, in the name of the good Ser Darren!" a guard roared out, he was joined by four others. And in that moment I could do was laugh back at them lest I show them my true fear that they could overwhelm me.
"Good Ser Darren, oh you've got to be kidding me!"
"Quick men, attack!" he commanded. There was no way that I could kill them all and in desperation I reached into my pocket to see what the child had left me. It was an acid bomb. Where she got it didn't matter. I threw the thing at the oncoming men and watched as it shattered and they screamed in torture. Flesh started to peel away from their body and it smelled horrible. I did not stay to watch the effects.
I found the hall that the girl had said her mother was in. I must admit I was surprised to see the woman alive. Relived, but surprised. Yet then I noticed she was bleeding from her legs. A pool of blood sat there and though the stench of blood was strong there was something else that smelled foul that I could not name. The mother looked at me.
"Come here..." she whispered, her voice faint and her lips dried. I did so, and knelt next to her. "You are elven, you came to rescue me?"
"Yes I did."
"It is too late for me," she coughed and blood trickled down her mouth. "And for my husband, he is dead also."
"What did they do to you?" I asked even though I knew the answer. But my rage was dying down and if I was going to make it out alive with the child I needed some new fuel against the humans.
"They violated me, and once they were done with that they struck me," I noticed her face, it was swollen and had bruises of all colors running down it. The anger was coming back. "They beat me till..." her eyes trailed down to her lower section where the blood was seeping from. "Lost my second child," Was all that she said, and I understood. "Make it stop, please, help me." I nodded and promised the woman I would take care of her girl. A silent passing of my blade to her neck made her death quick. I did not move right away. What these humans did made my body shake. Oh how they would pay. They would all pay. I would get revenge.
I heard a scream. It was the little girl. I ran out. She was cornered by one of the men who had survived the acid, he looked even more monstrous with flesh falling and swollen eyes. I chucked my dagger into his back and watched him slump down. Without retrieving it I grabbed the girl and made my way back the window.
"Mama?" she asked. I did not answer. It was difficult getting down the wall from the window but I made it. I heard the horns of Ser Darren's troops and the swoosh of arrows as they flew at us. I cursed and ran harder. More arrows fell.
We lost the men through the twists and turns of the city that I knew better then any of them. I felt warm liquid run down my back. The child might have pissed herself but she had been brave enough that I did not mind. She was alive and I was thankful. We reached the Alienage and I took her off my shoulders and cradled the girl in my arms.
"You did well. But I don't know your name, what's your name?" I noticed the liquid that had stained her clothes. Red liquid? Piss wasn't red. "But blood is..." I whispered. Oh Creators no. No, no, no, no! "Girl!" I shook the body. But it was no use now, she was long gone. With her mother and father. That's when I noticed the arrow that was sticking out of her back. My throat tightened. "I didn't even know your name.."
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I walked into the house withe the girl in my arms. My father stared at us. He had not gone to sleep.
"Give me the child, I will clean her up and prepare for the burial. What you have done son will bring only more bloodshed and nothing will change," he noticed my face and sighed. "But you did the right thing trying to save them." I walked upstairs to my room, jumped out the window and climbed to the top of the roof. A blood red moon shined down at me.
It was the same moon that free men looked upon.
It was the same moon that men without a child's blood on them looked upon.
It was the same moon that the men who caused this looked upon.
It was the same moon that murders, rapists, and vile men looked upon.
It was the same moon that I looked at.
And at that point I knew I was no different from them.