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Famine | Fia Black (black_horse) wrote in nevermore_past, @ 2014-07-27 08:22:00

Current mood:

tired

Who: Famine
What: The hits just keep on coming for China; Famine almost winds up headless
When: 1337
Where: China, near Beijing
Warnings: Talk of starvation, sickness, and death; attempted beheading


Famine could feel her energy starting to wane. She wasn't done yet, not quite, but she was starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Already, over five million had died, but there was still work to be done. She knew Pestilence was somewhere close by, her sister ever seemed to dog her footsteps. They went hand in hand, a terrible force of destruction, no matter that their missions came from Above. No one seemed to care about that part.

She walked through what seemed to be one of the last fertile rice paddies in the area, setting her hand to one of the plants. She watched, impassively, as the plants turned brown, starting to wither and die even as she watched. It spread outward, like dropping a stone into a still pond, and she knew it would reach even the farthest unseen corners of the field.

Heading back to the main road (and oh, how she wished her horse was still around), she started heading back to the direction of the village. She'd barely gone more than half a mile, when the thunder of hooves started to grow louder behind her. Imperial guards, in full armor, armed and headed right for her. She sighed internally. This wasn't going to end well, she could tell that already.

They pointed swords and spikes at her, shouting that she was a witch and a murderer, a demon come to cast an evil curse upon the Middle Kingdom. Famine knew she was none of these things, so she simply raised her eyebrow and said nothing. Even if they killed her, Death would simply come for her, and she'd reappear shortly in another part of the world in need of her...services, so to speak.

"Have you nothing to say?" One of them threw this at her after a few moments of silence. He looked to be their leader, if she was any judge. Famine just shrugged. The man dismounted from his horse, stalking towards her. She almost laughed, the act was wasted on her. When he reached her, instead of saying anything, he simply looked her up and down, like a farmer might look at a cow they meant to purchase. Then, without saying a word, he swiftly raised his arm and brought down the pommel of his sword onto her skull.

Strong she might have been, but her human shape still had to obey the laws of nature, and she went down like a sack of flour. She remembered nothing of the ride to Beijing, of being placed in a cell, of the fearful looks the guard gave her door as they passed. She did, eventually, reawaken, pissed to high Heaven, but more or less intact. She took to pacing the length of her cell, mostly for something to do. There was only one tiny window, and the view was nothing special.

When the door finally creaked open, she stood and faced it, wondering what was coming for her. It was the same captain from before, a grim smile on his face. "We told the Emporer what we observed," he said. "And I will have the honor of killing you, and lifting the curse you have placed on our land."

Famine rolled her eyes. "Killing me won't solve anything," she told him. "And I'll just come back. This whole thing is pointless, really."

Her only answer was the scraping noise of a sword being unsheathed. "Oh, fuck this," she muttered. Rushing forward, she wrapped one hand around his neck, exerting her will over his body. The soldier went pale and sickly, as all the nutrients were sucked out of him. She could literally track the life and vitality leaving his body.

When it was done, she grabbed his sword and dropped the body on the floor. China had just made her list of 'least favorite places ever', and she knew she needed to escape, finish her work, and get the hell out.

Provided, of course, that no one else tried to chop off her head.