The Fox's Lament

By Randy Healon

Scifi / Other

A Deadly Game pt 2

Lament looked to Kursed then his surroundings; the arena Fyra had mentioned was exactly what she said it was, a massive, round, stone colosseum...Lament recalled reading about them before, these places were scattered all over human history, but nothing he'd ever read about them was very pleasant. Immense battles, slaughtering the helpless, it was all sickening, unfortunately he was about to have a close encounter with the way some humans used to live. He blazing desert sun beat down on him as he examined the grounds, bones and fresh bodies lay strewn about the arena, large patches of sand were stained red with the blood of past warriors, the base of the walls that held the spectators high overhead, were lined with sharp stone spikes which made sure the participants couldn't get to the spectators. Kursed seemed to be in immense pain, all of the negative thoughts from the hundreds of onlookers were overwhelming her Telepathy...it felt like someone was spreading her skull apart...

"Shut up! SHUT UP!!"

Lament tried to help but, he wasn't psychic and had no way of helping her...she'd have to find a way to just control it...It was in instances like this where she was surrounded by negative emotion and thought that she'd always looked to Fox, she couldn't explain it but his presence had always made it easier to drown all other thoughts from her mind, but he was gone now. For some time Lament stood there trying to snap Kursed out of her pain but he himself became distracted as the entire stadium became eerily silent...

"Kursed?" He said nudging her with an elbow to no avail, "Yo! Now would be a good time to snap out of it..."

As he said this a familiar voice rose up over the silence, "Welcome to hell Lament!! My dear Fyra wants to see the extent of your skill! So I've taken the pleasure of giving you a little something to play with!!!" Slash's voice echoed over the still silence.

As Slash spoke another set of doors across the arena grounds slowly opened; four large characters stepped out into the open, they were clad in strange armor that consisted of a skull cap, and metal plates that covered choice parts of their bodies, their chests were left exposed for the most part. Lament could instantly tell that one was a Sharpclaw from Sauria carrying a massive axe, the one to his immediate left was most definitely a wolf who rested his grip on the handle of a massive sword that extended from his back some ways barely not touching the ground, the next of the four Lament was raven who wasn't carrying a weapon of any kind, the last was carrying a pari of longswords, she was clearly a raccoon...

"Fyra is a very good judge of character don't you think!? These animals are her personally trained guardsmen! Enjoy yourselves! I know I will!"

Lament knelt down beside Kursed who still seemed to be unable to fight, he stealthily took out one of the knives he'd made and slid it down the front of her uniform, concealing it between her breasts, to anyone in the audience what they saw could have been mistaken for a hug as Lament drew his muzzle near her ear...

"Can you still hear me?"

Kursed nodded slight...

"If any of them get too close use it...I know you're in pain so just sit back and let me handle this."

Lament stood up and stretched his back, a rough series of cracking sounds, the group of guards simply stood there studying Lament who flared out his long coat and stepped forward...

"So! Who's first!?"

The four exchanged some muffled words that were inaudible to Lament on his side of the arena; after a moment the Saurian slammed a fist into his own chest shouting something then held his axe high over his head. The unusually large and muscular wolf stepped to one side and made a motion as if inviting his partner to have his way with Lament. The Saurian let out a roar and rushed toward Lament...Lament simply stood his ground and rolled his eyes. The dinosaur hefted his axe into the air as he approached Lament who reached into the back of his coat; as he got close enough the Saurian made a large swipe at Lament's head...but, the nimble fox bent backward a bit allowing the axe to swipe past his nose. As the Sharpclaw recovered his heavy axe Lament shot back into an upright position and with both fists pounding away at the monster's body landing several blows across his chest ending by landing a spinning backhand into the Saurian's face. The dinosaur stood still for a few moments his arms twitching violently before Lament pulled his fist away from the creatures face allowing the body to fall lifelessly to the sand, a small wound in the attacker's forehead spewed blood as it was uncorked by the small bone knife held in Lament's hand...the arena was filled with the dull whispers and shocked gasps of the spectators at the spectacle at hand...

Lament stood over the Saurian, "NEXT!!" He yelled .

The three remaining didn't seem to know what to do, they seemed a bit shocked, to them Lament didn't look like much of a threat...he was not nearly as big as they were...and to their knowledge had been completely unarmed. The wolf then pointed to Lament and the other two remaining guards rushed in at much greater speeds than the dispatched Saurian. Lament had found their routine; power first, then speed, and to his only guess the last one...the wolf was the skill. The one that rushed upon Lament, which he thought was unarmed, turned out otherwise. The raven's feathered fists were wrapped by gauntlets specially made for dealing death; eache knuckle was tipped by a small spike, the fingertips of the gauntlets were clawed, and each had a foot long blade extending over her fists from the middle of her wrists. Lament ducked the bird's first punch but, the attack was a fake as her knee struck him in the face forcing him to the ground, where Lament rolled through the fall back onto his feet. The raccoon didn't seem half as interested in Kursed who she simply held under her foot. Lament quickly pulled a bone knife and hurled it at the raccoon which penetrated the creature's muscular abs...forcing out a scream of pain as she dropped her weapons, the scream had been enough to snap Kursed out of her painful state, who rolled toward the injured raccoon scooping up both swords, swiping the blades through her arm pits severing them at the shoulders, with this new pain the raccoon fell to her knees before having her own blades thrust into her eyes and out the back of her skull...

Lament at the time had his hands full, the avian was fast and strong, and had obvious martial arts training...he knew how strong her kicks were and was happy that the gauntlets hadn't hit him. As they squared off the avian's constant assault was driving Lament toward the door they'd come in through. Another series of punches caught up with Lament, a blade cut into his forehead, and another on his chest until she finally jammed one of the blades into his shoulder pushing him into the door, She started to bring a fist down to his face but Lament reached out and caught her by the hand interlocking his fingers with hers. He then pulled her other hand away from his shoulder, then pulled her arms into the door behind him forcing the blades quite a distance into the door. Having her arms stuck she snapped at his face several times with her beak only to have Lament's paw latch onto her beak, thrusting her face upward until he could hear the crunch of her vertebrates shattering. Her wrists snapped as Lament moved letting her dead weight fall against the door. Lament then noticed that Kursed was unconscious, the wolf had gotten to her as he was standing there with his sword held to her chest...

"I'll give you credit..." The wolf said as Lament approached him, "...we underestimated you...not even afraid to kill a woman."

"Killing is a funny things..." Lament said stopping at the raccoon's body long enough to dislodge the swords from her face, "...gets easier and easier the more you do it. Before you know it...just as natural as breathing."

The wolf turned his gaze to the vixen for a moment, "Is she in your future Lament?"

"She is...she'll eventually end my life. As for you however..." Lament replied pointing one of the two swords at the wolf, "...you are just like this rabble..." He added making a wide motion with his other arm, "...you don't have a future. You were a dead man as soon as you stepped through that door behind you. Because like it or not my only way out of here is thru you...but don't worry...I'll make this quick..."

Lament didn't waste any time with this one, he rushed forward, the wolf hefted his massive sword into the air preparing to cleave the fox in two. As the mammoth sword threatened to crush him, Lament rolled forward driving his swords into the wolf's armored feet forcing a shrill howl to rush past the wolf's lips. His cries of pain were cut short as Lament leaped up from his crouched position slamming the top of his own skull into the wolf's jaw creating a sickening sound as his teeth and jawbone shattered form the gathered force behind the strike. As the wolf fell to the ground Lament landed on his chest and without second thought latched his jaws onto the wolf's neck; the sick crunch of the wolf's larynx was followed by a loud gurgling sound as blood rushed into the wolf's throat flooding his lungs, his violently shaking limbs caused the enraged fox to bite harder forcing the blood to explode into his mouth as his fangs severed the wolf's jugular artery. With one last crunch Lament jerked his neck to one side taking everything in his powerful jaws with him,, causing the wolf's body to convulse into an epileptic fit spraying blood everywhere until all signs of life faded...Kursed had been fortunate enough to regain consciousness just in time to watch Lament finish the job, who spit out a large mass of flesh, bone, fur, blood and cartilage...

Lament laughed a bit, "What's so funny?" Kursed asked.

"He tasted horrible..." Lament laughed some more spitting out more and more of the blood that flooded his mouth.

Kursed couldn't help but to laugh...it was one of the stupidest things she'd ever heard. As Lament helped her to her feet two guards jammed rifles into his back. He instantly took the hint tossing the small knife of bone to the ground...the two quickly searched him , but when they came up with nothing they turned him and Kursed to face the door where the dead raven was still hanging. High above the door on a balcony Fyra and Slash stood with an arm around each other...

"Good show Lament..." Slash declared, "...I expected nothing less from the fox that took my eye. Now take them away..."

The guards backed away giving Lament and Kursed the room to get in front of them, as soon as they were a suitable distance from the guards Lament lowered his head...

"Listen...when we get into the halls just play along alright, I'm getting us out of here." He whispered lightly.

'I hope you know what you're doing.' Kursed's voice echoed into his skull telepathically.

'God I wish I could do that...'


As the guards led Lament and Kursed down the hall, Lament drew himself close to her side...the guards began to whisper to themselves as they saw this. Unexpectedly Lament pulled Kursed around in front of him forcing her into a kiss full of mock passion, as her eyes were still open from the shock Kursed noticed that it had gotten the guards's attention. Even more so when they saw Lament's paw snake it's way up to her breasts...the two guards didn't want this to go any further and began to jam their rifles into Lament's back who broke their fake kiss with a huge grin...

"Yo break it up you two..." One guard said.

"No problem boss..."

Lament turned into a fast spin slashing the hidden knife he'd retrieved from Kursed's uniform as the guards were distracted by the vulpines's false passion. The sharp spinning motion sprayed Lament in even more blood as his hidden attack had slashed a deep wound in the throat of both of the guards who both fell to the ground. Lament picked up both of the rifles handing one to Kursed who was still in a bit of shock, Lament had laid that whole act on a little thick and suddenly...

"Hey you alright?"

Kursed quickly snapped out of her shock and slammed her fist into Lament's face, then stuck the barrel of her rifle to his eye, "You had no call to touch me like that."

"HeyHeyHey...sorry but it wasn't exactly a fully thought out plan..." Lament said, "...but look at the results; those morons are dead and we have guns now...It worked! Or maybe you'd have liked to spend another night in the cell! I don't know about you but kissing someone I don't like...or even hate is a lot better than dying here! Neither of us was going to keep that up forever! They'd have eventually gotten tired of us and would have just put a bullet in my head at least...I don't want to think about what they might have done to you!" Lament scolded her, "Sometimes you just have to swallow your god damn pride in order to get what you want! Now get the rifle away from my eye and lets get the fuck out of here before these douche bags are missed..." He finished kicking one of the bodies.

Kursed pulled the rifle away and rested it at her side...

"Now that we understand each other...were you conscious when they carried you through here?"

Kursed thought to herself for a moment, "Only up to the hanger which isssss...tttthat way I think." She said pointing down the hall, in the opposite direction of the cell.

The two hid the guards's bodies and headed off not knowing what would happen next, but they did know that they needed to get to Lament's ship at the least...

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