Post by ubiquitous on Feb 24, 2010 0:28:25 GMT 10
TORTALL FANFICTION SMACKDOWN
Round One Fight D - Winner
Round One Fight D - Winner
Owen stumbles into the infirmary, clutching his stomach as he tries not to hurl again. His hair is plastered to his head, wet with sweat. Tired, he sits up on one of the infirmary cots, trying to catch his breath without passing out.
It doesn’t take Baird long to find and examine him. The Duke’s emerald Gift blazes, but Owen feels no relief as his body is scanned. Finally, he says simply, “You’ve been poisoned.”
Shocked, Owen stares at him with his mouth agape. “How?”
“Something you ate or drank, most likely.” Baird says nonchalantly.
Owen’s mind boggled. “Who would do such a thing?”
“Me.” Baird grabs a fistful of Owen’s tunic. “Kel is mine,” he hisses, and lets the squire go.
“No, Kel is mine,” the squire whispers as he lunges at the older man. Tackling him to the ground, he asks, “will I die?”
Baird grins, a cruel smile blossoming on his face. “Yes.”
“Isn’t there a cure?”
The healer sighs. “It’s called an anti-dote. And there is one.” He pushes Owen off of him and reaches into his desk to pull out two small, identical, vials. “Here. One of these contains more poison, the other has the antidote. If you pick the poison, you’ll die instantly, but the antidote will only work if you take it soon.” Baird threw the bottles at Owen, who fumbled, barely catching them before they fell to the ground.
“Thanks,” Owen’s voice was weak as he fingered the bottles in his hand. Baird sniffed, making it clear what he thought of the squire. A messenger knocked on the door and called Baird away, leaving the young boy alone with the bottles. Even in his dazed state, he knew what he had to do. Opening the bottles, he poured the contents of one over his dagger, and drank the contents of the other just before he passed out.
Baird returned to the room, and grinned as he saw the young squire lying prone on the floor. Victory was his. He moved over to the body, his fingers reaching out to check that the boy was really dead.
Owen’s eyes fluttered open, and as Baird looked at him in surprise, he wildly plunged the dagger into the healer’s chest.
The duke fell back, blood sputtering out of his mouth. “How...how did you guess?” he asked, still in shock.
“That was easy. The one that smelt horrid was the cure,” Owen grinned as the older man’s breathing slowed. “Looks like I won this one, Queenscove.”
FINAL TALLY
Owen of Jesslaw: 74
Baird of Queenscove: 58
Total: 132
VICTOR: Owen of Jesslaw
Owen will now advance to Round Two!!
A big thank you to EVERYONE who participated.
Owen of Jesslaw: 74
Baird of Queenscove: 58
Total: 132
VICTOR: Owen of Jesslaw
Owen will now advance to Round Two!!
A big thank you to EVERYONE who participated.