ragnarbm (ragnarbm) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2015-01-01 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | amnotananimal, coolaccountant, ragnarbm |
I dreamed the dream...
Ragnar and Damon’s binge went on for a good few hours, the two drinking and just enjoying the food whilst Ragnar refreshed himself with the bottle of turps he’d found, only grumbling about its lack of any distinct flavour and that it was a dull drink that relied on its heat. Thanking Damon for his company the marine stood to leave and on auto-pilot Ragnar returned to his room, his belly full with some of the finest and yet strangest foods he’d ever tasted and a pleasant buzz from his drink that his bio-engineered organs were quickly filtering away.
Although his mind was still buzzing about the events earlier in the day he disrobed and lay on his bed, hands laced behind his head. When he wanted sleep he could go to sleep in the space of a minute yet despite trying, Ragnar didn’t get to sleep for a full thirty minutes, drifting off slowly into an unsettled sleep.
His armour was torn, internal systems faltering and dying, the fusion reactor in his backpack was making truly alarming noises but Ragnar grinned savagely even as his blood ran down his breastplate. His target was in sight, the object of his hate and scorn. The architect of the lies that had shaped his and uncounted trillions of lives and was willing to spend them with barely a thought. Its guardians had fought and died bravely but they could not, would not stay his hand.
But all it was, was a corpse, sat atop a massive golden throne who’s intricacy and ostentation were covered under thousands of cables and wires going into the armoured skeleton that sat immobile and upright, a sword of huge proportions across its lap.
Pulling Frostfang back to strike the marine rocked back as a voice hammered into his mind.
*Why?*
“Because I must…because everything you stand for, everything you are is a lie, a lie you could stop, but do not.. why? Because I must. Because humanity will never be free with you at its helm. Tyrant!”
Ragnar’s blade descended with glacial slowness and just as it made contact with the skull of the Emperor everything went black.
‘Have I done it? Are we finally free?’ Rangar thought, glancing down to see his armour repaired, looking good as new, there was no pain, no blood, just darkness. Darkness that filled with fire and booming footsteps.
The…creature was immense, as tall as a Warhound titan, its fists the size of a rhino, its head savagely saurian with iron and bronze dreadlocks coming from the back to form a mane of hair. The runes on its armour burned Ragnar’s eyes to look upon them and he knew what this was even as the stench of blood reached him.
“Well done little mortal.” The things voice was like tank treads on rubble or the rumble of distant thunder and artillery fire.
“You have done what I never could…what Horus never could…”
“Who are you…” Ragnar growled, his teeth bared.
“I have so many names…titles and honorifics…I will settle for the most simple…Angron.”
Ragnar’s hearts skipped a beat, his blood running cold. A traitor Primarch…
“You and me..we are alike, in more ways than you know. Like you I hated our father, he betrayed my brothers and sisters, left them to die…chained us ALL to his will…but you…brother…you severed those chains for ALL of us..” As the great beast approached its form was shimmering altering changing into something more human in looks if not scale. The face could have once been handsome, but rage had altered it into something hideous.
“I…did what was needed…”
“As did I…”
“You broke your oaths!”
“You killed the Emperor…driven by your hatred, your strength your need for vengeance..there are rewards for such acts of slaughter…and you ARE a killer Ragnar Blackmane..Brother…”
Ragnar blinked and his gaze was drawn down, gone was his storm grey armour, in its place was armour the colour of freshly spilled blood edged with bronze that seemed to pulse with an inner light in time with his hearts beating.
“Say it…say the words you KNOW you want to…deep down, we’re the same…killer, butcher…weapon…servant of Khorne..”
“NEVER! I AM NOT LIKE YOU! I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU!” Ragnar surged forwards even though he knew it was death to do so. He would not submit, not again, not to any ‘god’ or creature that fancied itself as a god. He was now free…and would live and die free.
“So be it…” Angron growled, his axe, swinging, biting into armour, flesh, bone…organs.
Ragnar roared in pain. “I’ll die a free man…not a slave..never a slave again…traitor…” His last act was to swing his blade as the world went black.
Ragnar awoke with a start, his hand embedded in the wall up to the elbow, his sheets kicked off him, one pillow torn to shreds the other flung against the opposite wall. Pulling his arm out of the wall Ragnar put a hand on his chest, his breathing hurt and his hearts hammered, his body keyed for combat.
“I’m no traitor...if I could do that…I’d do it gladly..to be free..”