Sticks and Stones
Lead the way!
(Be prepared to chuckle a little)
"What is this, some kind of fun house?!" -Mr. Salt
"Why, having fun?" -Willy Wonka (Original)
Renne fell to the ground, and WOULD have met with sand...
Had the human not damned the rules and whatever else he might have thought applied and caught him.
Renne had just saved his life... the life of a human stranger. Dusty didn't know why or if Renne was even aware he had done it, but he was grateful never-the-less. And he didn't care what it took, he'd prove he was innocent of whatever crime he had committed.
"Any of you blokes know the way out of here? I came with the guided tour last time and got seperated from my group." Dusty said with a smirk, causing Matthew, William and Derek to share a glance; that was... odd. Cracking jokes...? In the pits of Hell?
"Er, yeah... but we have a problem." Derek said gently.
"Yeah? What's that? Oh, don't tell me we're out of the petite marshmallows for the hot cocoa??" Dusty said, and everyone shared another significant glance; this was REALLY odd.
"No... we're surrounded." Derek pointed out... and indeed, there was in fact several hundreds of demons standing at the ready, weapons pointed, arrows knocked and slings twirling overhead. Dusty held Renne that much closer, shielding him from view. This is... bad.
"I can make a path..." Matthew said, panting gently, but William held him back.
"No, you're too wounded, let me do it; I don't remember being alive anymore, so they can't tire me out." But even he, for all his talk, showed signs of tiring, so Derek sighed gently.
"No. I'll clear the way... Tree-Ma... William. The way out isn't any different than when you came in; guide them out, will you?" Derek hefted his sword and walked towards the demons, glaring. "Dusty... Matthew... William... Blue Kid. Thank you. All of you... gave me the courage to defy my fate. Thank... you..." And Derek began to focus his energy, readying himself to fight... when he felt a presence beside him. He looked, and it was William, standing at the ready, a sword in his hand that he pilfered from one of the fallen demons. "WILLIAM! I SAID-!"
"Yeah, I heard you." William said, and stood ready. "But if we all fight, we can all get out of here. Nobody gets left behind!" And he watched as Matthew joined the ranks too, cracking his knuckles.
"Let's do this." He said, his voice at a normal volume. "We'll slow them down for you guys! Hurry and get the Blue Kid out of here!" He shouted at Dusty, who was glaring.
"LIKE I'M REALLY LEAVING ANYONE BEHIND!? SCREW THAT!" But he was at a loss of what to do; Renne was in his arms, and he wasn't moving right now. Renne couldn't fight... and honestly, he was just as tired. But he wasn't leaving everyone behind!!! "Never again will I let anyone I care about be set adrift through my inactions..." He found two shields near the pile of leftover demon corpses, and picked them both up, stuffing Renne up his shirt and tucking it into his pants to keep Renne close. He held the tower shields close to him, his eyes scanning the circular formation of the demons. "This is bad, guys..."
"Well, THANK YOU Captain Obvious!" Derek growled. The demons were starting to close ranks and move closer... "Guys, we may not make it... but we can at least buy Dusty some time, aye?"
"Aye." William said, willing to lay his life... well, his afterlife on the line to help his new friends.
"Aye." Matthew said. He'd already faced Oblivion AND Satan. To die now... helping to save a life or two... would be the greatest thing he had ever done... and the demons began to charge.
Until they heard the music. It was an unearthly beautiful, yet bone-chilling melody that seemed to resonate from the ground, the trees, even from the clothes they wore. It was beautiful... yet it sang of death.
Only this music wasn't coming from Renne. It wasn't coming from any visible source at all! The demons all began to shift nervously, not daring to attack while that deadly music played...
"YAH!" A deep voice shouted, and several demons were cleaved in two, dissipating into smoke instantly.
"WHOA!" A collective gasp arose from the escapees; they couldn't see who this new fighter was, even with how TALL he was! The music kept playing... it was a strange kind of music, almost flute-like in sound, and it now began to produce an invigorating melody, one that brought to mind woods in which you easily became lost... yet the melody prompted you to move your feet. Fast.
"GET OUT OF HERE! FOLLOW THE HAWK! REVANCHE, LEAD THE WAY! I'll follow once I've dealt with these... interlopers." The owner of the mysterious voice instructed, hacking and slashing at demons aplenty with a sword that seemed almost impossible for anyone under seven feet tall to wield. To add to the oddity of it all, a huge, magnificent pair of wings arose from the black smoke of the demons, a pair of wings that closely resembled a snow owls wings. A golden colored hawk was hovering in the air, screeching loudly to her owner in compliance. The others didn't hesitate; they knew, though they didn't know HOW, that they could trust this strange giant of a man... but Dusty remained behind for a few seconds, staring at the figure through the smoke. An odd scent upon the air... fruit. Apples, and good, clean earth...
"Who are you!? Do I... know you?" Dusty asked, puzzled, confused. The warrior in the smoke paused for only a moment, and seemed to be grinning about something. He didn't answer at first, and instead sliced at several demons that came too close to following those that fled. Suddenly, the smoke began to clear and a pair of golden eyes stared through the haze.
"No. But don't worry; I'm a friend." The warrior said with a deep voice. "Go on! Follow Revanche, that hawk you just saw! I taught her the safest route out of here, but you must hurry!"
"What about you!?" Dusty yelled, even as he began stepping back towards the path.
"Don't worry about me, human, just get Renne out of here!" The warrior said, and demolished more demons, thickening the smoke again. Dusty stared wide eyed, but didn't ask questions; he ran down the path and caught up with everyone, holding Renne close. When he was gone, the warrior gave a grin. "Heh... good to see you again, Renne." He said, and using his left arm, which was made of plants for some reason, he slashed again with the sword.
The hawk, Revanche, lead the way unerringly all the way to the river Styx, where Charron and Cerberus was waiting to impede their escape. Derek, Matthew and William readied themselves to fight, but Dusty simply grinned and handed a shield to Charron.
"Here, this enough silver for all of us?" For indeed, the shield was inlaid with silver and other precious gems... Charron immediately nodded, and gestured to the boat... which left Cerberus free to try and attack. But Dusty had had enough; he wanted to be free of Hell, NOW. "Back off, puppy." He said, but Cerberus didn't take notice, and roared at him with all three heads.
"Um, Dusty, he never went to obedience school." Derek cautioned him, but Dusty simply grinned like a raving lunatic.
"Oh, don't worry... Cerberus... c'mon boy..." Dusty said, and picked up...
...a stick.
"Oh, no..." Derek groaned. "You don't actually think he'll..." But he trailed off. The moment Dusty picked up the stick, Cerberus began panting. "............" Derek's mouth, along with Charron, Revanche, Matthew and Williams mouth all hung open.
"C'mon boy! Get it! Get it! C'mon get it!" Dusty waved the stick back and forth, and Cerberus' heads followed it enthusiastically. "FETCH!" Dusty yelled, and threw the stick as far as he could, using a little energy to make it levitate even further down a tunnel, and Cerberus, with three mighty barks of happiness, gave chase to it. They swore, as Cerberus bolted down the tunnel, they heard a faint, echoed,
"PLAY!"
They all boarded Charron's boat and were ferried across without incident. The final stretch of tunnel was in sight... the light was shining through... they were almost there!!!
"We... we made-" Derek began, but Matthew, William and Dusty covered his mouth.
"Wait until we're top side WITHOUT a thousand and one demons chasing us, THEN you can say it!!!" Matthew hissed. Dusty began chuckling about something, which earned an incredulous look from the others.
"I was just thinking... those demons... what if they were really Arab damned souls sent here by mistake?" Dusty asked. Derek gave a groan, but Matthew and William were still confused.
"What would that have to do with anything?" Matthew asked, and Dusty grinned.
"What if they also happened to be part of the royal army?" Dusty asked, and now Derek AND Matthew groaned. William, however, was still completely lost.
"I don't understand...?" He admitted. Dusty simply chuckled.
"We've definitely got some stories to tell, don't we?" Even Revanche looked like she was trying not to groan, but STILL William was lost, so Dusty just said it. "If they were, we just went through a Thousand and One Arabian Knights." Even Charron looked pained by the terrible, terrible, TERRIBLE pun...
They made it across. They climbed through the tunnel. They went THROUGH the portal... and entered the bitter, freezing cold. It was another blizzard, and Derek saw two Archangels awaiting them. He flinched and cringed away, but they took no notice of him.
"Thou hast returned." Michael said to Dusty, who had yet to cross the boarder. "Your body awaits you. Simply overlap it, and you shall return to life." Michael instructed. Dusty flinched, and set Renne down near the shield.
"What about William and Matthew? Will my... can I...?" Dusty began, and Michael shushed him.
"Have faith, child." And so Dusty did; he overlapped his own body... and with a painful jolt, felt like he had just awoken from a long, deep sleep.
"BWAH OH DAMN! IT'S COLD ENOUGH TO FREEZE THE BALLS OFF A BRASS MONKEY!!!!!" He shouted, causing everyone to chuckle. Dusty then ran and grabbed Renne and held him close; now that he was sober, he could stay awake better. "C'mon Renne... let's get to a warm town." Matthew and William, now incorporeal spirits, floated along behind him, breathing- well, technically they didn't BREATHE, per se -a sigh of relief. Revanche lighted on Dusty's shoulder, shivering, so Derek conjured a thick fur coat and draped it on Dusty's shoulders. He then grabbed the jewel-encrusted silver shield Dusty had managed to salvage from Hell; it might fetch a good price in town, if they needed gold.
"Well, how about it...? Will you really say it...?" Derek asked, and Dusty grinned. He leaned close to Derek and whispered a name that nobody else could hear... and Derek grinned. "Thanks... boss." Derek said with a grin, and together, Demon, Shaman, Blue Kid, Hawk and two spirits braved the blizzard towards the closest town. The human, Dusty, knew that his actions in Hell had seemed strange to the others, but that was only because they didn't know him. If his brother-friend on Earth were alive, he'd tell you... Dusty is such a silly asshat, and the way he stays calm under pressure is to crack a joke or ten. It wasn't that he was crazy- he was, don't get any misconceptions -it was just that he was goofy.
A-hyuck.