EVE Fiction

This story is part of the same world/ contains one of the same characters as the first piece of I have written.
Although I have by now revised my previous story and removed some of its obvious flaws. I still a little uncertain as to the exact timelines so I havent dated this one.

I have posted this for the "Bloodmaer Academy EVE Fiction Contest : December-January"

Previous story
http://kraiks.blogspot.nl/2012/11/eight-thousand-suns-in-new-eden-fiction.html




The enemy of my enemy.


"Well, well, look at this," taunted Kuntac. Kuntac continued; "Seems you got yourself in a little trouble, haven't you. Fresh out of pods. Interesting feeling isn't it. Mortality, being one of us mortals. All of a sudden you are weak, even more fragile than I ever was." Kuntac looked down at the restrained man sitting in front of him. The man stared up defiantly, attempting to maintain his dignity, while resisting the temptation to rail at his captor.

Kuntac snorted, and squatted down in front of him. Lowering himself to level with the man's height. He looked him straight in the eyes and said, "You know why we got you? It is because you have been asking questions.. to many questions."

The man stared right back and remained silent. "This is the part where you will start answering mine," Kuntac but an emphasis on the word mine. He slowly got up and took off his coat, he hung it delicately on a hook on the side of a metal closet. Next he took off his shirt, showing the bulk of his muscles. The man in the chair seemed undisturbed, "Is that supposed to intimidate me?" it was the man who snorted this time.

The man flinched slightly, someone behind him stood up. He clearly hadn't noticed his presence before. Kuntac waited until the man settled and looked back at him, "Normally this is the part where I beat you for a while." Kuntac paused, "Normally, I enjoy that part. Loosening the muscles and work up a sweat." Kuntac then points at the man behind him, who just got up. "From there on, my associate would normally take over," he paused again; "Normally."

The associate walked up to the closet and opened it, exposing neatly sorted rows of expert torture tools. The associate placed a small knife in to the one open slot in the closet, he proceeded to look back to the man. The look in his eye shocked the man, it appeared to be a mixture of pity and disappointment.
The man looked back at Kuntac, who now smiled. "Normally, alas this is not a normal occasion. We don't always bag ourselves a former-immortal. See how I used former there, awkward detail." Kuntac laughed. "Now about those questions, you seem to be looking for a child aren't you. A little pathetic Amarrian child. You little pervert."

The man looked back at Kuntac, he was furious and could no longer keep quiet. "You can't do anything to me I haven't experienced before. I know what it is too die you impudent little slave. God will welcome me in his arms for my service to the empire! Amarr VICTOR!! You hear me!! AMARR VICTOR."

Kuntac remained perfectly calm and in control. "You know where we are? Where we arrived?," he said. The door in the back slided open. The associate left and another hooded man entered. The man couldn't see who he was, but he knew instantly. Kuntac reveled in the fear now visible in the man's eyes. He pointed to the hooded man and said, "See I couldn't spill your blood, because he now owns it." Three more hooded men enter and drag the captive man away.

Now only Kuntac and the hooded man were left. The hooded man turned to him and said, "Thank you, my men are in place. When you strike, remember, try not to spill blood. You get the Matari, we get the Amarrians and any child between four to eight years old will be delivered to me personally."


Kuntac again smiled and said, "It's a pleasure doing business."