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James Black II, Dante's younger brother, was always superior because he was viewed as the eldest due to the fact that Dante grew much slower than normal humans. But now the tables had turned, along with the now superior Dante. James had crawled bacwards frantically until he hit a large tree. He tried to scramble past it, but Jareth put his foot hard into the human's chest. Tears welled up in his eyes, and soon they fell in streams down his face. They cleaved paths through his comrade's blood and the dirt that formed on his face, and his nose started running uncontrollably. His lips quivered as he struggled to breathe with the large boot pushing against his chest, and he managed: "W-w-what are y-you!?" Jareth only smiled wider, and motioned for Dante to come over. "B-Brother!? What are you go--guh!!--" Jareth had pushed him harder against the tree, his legs now at a 90 degree angle. "Poor James..." Dante said. "It seems that your time is... up." Dante couldn't understand why he had said this, the words just poured from his mouth without him thinking. He sounded like a monster, and for once he realized that he was grinning... that same evil grin that frightened himself, he was emulating perfectly. But his father took it as a sign. James screamed as Jareth shoved his foot through his frail body, hitting the tree hard enough to stir some leaves to the ground. Blood splattered against both Jareth and Dante, and something large and red dropped with a muffled splat from James's chest. All at once, James couldn't speak a word. Something Jareth had ripped through had stopped both breathing and speaking from being possible. The human gurgled in his own blood, now pouring from his chest and his mouth. He choked on the blood trying to breath and vomited hard on Jareth's pants, and Dante's father only smiled that devilish grin. Dante could only watch in horror--but strange fascination as his brother was slaughtered before his eyes. James reached out shakily for Dante, pure fear and confusion in his eyes. Suddenly Dante realized what was happening, and his legs buckled underneath him. James Black managed to scream one last time before death's grip tightened on his poor soul, and that ear-piercing wallow of despair would never leave his frequent nightmares, no matter how old he grew to become... Dante stood slowly, his legs shaking underneath his weight. "You... YOU MONSTER!!!" he screamed at Jareth, and lunged at him. His fingers were spread like claws, and he swung at his father's face. Jareth was obviously faster and stronger, and he had his son subdued in a matter of seconds. Dante struggled as hard as he could, but could not come free from his father's iron grip. He soon gave up, falling silent and limp in his arms. Jareth dropped him, a diguisted look in his eye, and then climbed back onto his horse. "We leave. Now" he said simply, and the rest of the order followed his command, including Dante.
Jareth Black · Tue Jul 05, 2005 @ 09:07am · 4 Comments |
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