novelraw Chapter 33: Thrall
Chapter 33: Thrall
Posey laid on the ground barely breathing, at this point he could tell Jensen had been toying with them since the beginning.
Despite everything he tried he still couldn’t take him down... they hadn’t even injured him.
The simple gash he had been able to leave on his cheek with the sacrifice of two deputies closed almost instantly.
Now the only thing he could move was his neck, his limbs were pinned down with several swords in each limb.
He watched as Jensen’s claws caught one of his men across the face.
The left side of his head peeled open in three wet strips. Skin and muscle came away from the bone beneath, and blood erupted from the wounds in thick spurts.
The man’s eye rolled out of its socket and hung by a string of red tissue.
He fell backward; his hands went to his face but there was nothing left to hold together.
Blood poured between his fingers as he choked on his own scream.
Jensen was already in the air again.
A second man broke whatever formation was left and ran.
Jensen flicked his wrist; a dagger appeared and flew straight through the back of the runner’s skull.
The blade punched out through his forehead, taking a chunk of bone with it.
Posey watched his men drop one after another unable to do anything.
Until finally, they all died.
The last man fell with a gurgling sound, his hands wrapped around his own throat, trying to hold in what Jensen had torn out.
He lasted longer than the others but not long enough.
Jensen landed in front of Posey, and he had a big smile on his face that scared the shit out of Posey.
Jensen walked closer and got on one knee beside him. He looked at Posey the way a man looks at a meal that is about to be served.
"What do you think?" Jensen asked.
Posey said nothing, he just stared at the bodies and at the blood soaking into the dirt.
There was nothing he could do so he did not bother fighting it, fighting was for men who still had hope and Posey had nothing left.
"Not speaking?" Jensen tilted his head. "I guess despair is truly something, uhn?"
He paused for a few seconds and took a deep breathe that carried the smell of blood and opened bellies.
"Answer all my questions and I promise not to torture you." Jensen said as he glanced back at Posey.
Posey did not respond, his jaw stayed locked and his eyes stared upward at the sky.
Jensen’s smile faded and his face went cold.
"If you do not answer, your end would be far worse than death."
Posey frowned, he was already beaten but he did not want to know what this crazy man would do to him in the name of torture.
The bodies around him were proof enough of what Jensen was capable of.
"What do you want to know?" Posey said.
"How many entrances do you have into the mine?"
"Just one."
"The one behind your tent?" Jensen asked.
"Yes."
"Good." Jensen nodded. "Any other thing I should know about?"
"Nothing."
Jensen chuckled, "You are lying."
Posey’s heart skipped. "What do you mean?" Posey asked.
"I can hear your heartbeat." Jensen leaned closer. "Oh well, I did give you a chance."
Jensen stabbed his claws into Posey’s chest.
The pain was immediate causing Posey’s back arched off the ground, his mouth opened but no sound came out.
Jensen pulled down slowly his claws dragged through flesh and muscle and Posey felt each individual claw like a line of fire.
Then Jensen stopped.
He sat back on his heels; his claws were red to the knuckles. Drops of blood fell from them and landed on the ground with soft taps.
Posey was breathing in short, sharp gasps, his hands trembled at either side of his body although he couldn’t move.
He could feel the air touching places inside his chest that should never feel air.
Jensen looked at his bloody claws and then he looked at Posey.
One of the abilities Jensen had was called Thrall creation and the best part about having abilities from powerful bloodlines was their flexibility.
There were many ways to use them.
The first way combined blood regeneration with blood to create a body without a soul.
You cut off a part of your body, either a finger or a limb is good, then you regenerated your lost finger or limb.
Then you used blood regeneration to grow the severed piece into a whole new separate body.
After that, you could cut a piece of your own soul into it, this made it something akin to a clone and allowed easier control from a distance.
Or you could take a different path, you could let this new body wander.
Let it gain life experience, over time, the soul could grow and evolve into an entirely new person. Some semblances of control might remain, but the clone would be mostly its own being.
Or another path was to use it to escape death. You used the new body as a backup and when your main body died, you woke up in the spare.
But there was another way.
A simpler way.
You could refine a target’s body, turn it into something like an artifact using blood. This way was far simpler and did not have adverse effects like cutting the soul.
And Posey made just the perfect subject to create a Thrall.
Jensen place his hand over the hole on Posey’s chest.
He did not take all the blood, just most of it, leaving enough to keep Posey alive for a few seconds.
Posey’s blood rose from his open wound in a red mist and Jensen absorbed it through his hands.
And Jensen immediately began the refinement; it was like body cultivation but faster and rougher.
He cut his own hand and dropped his blood directly into Posey’s open heart, then he used Posey’s own blood to refine his body.
Posey’s eyes widened as the pain slammed into him all at once.
His back arched off the ground and his mouth opened wide. A scream tore out of him that sounded like nothing human.
Jensen ignored him completely and kept going.
Posey screamed until his throat shredded and the sound became a wet rasp and then slowly nothing came out but air and blood.
His vocal cords gave out somewhere in the middle, after that, his mouth kept moving but no noise followed.
His lips tried forming words that had no sound.
He tried to struggle. His body thrashed against the ground, but the blades pinned him down firmly.
Jensen frowned. ’The blood is not enough,’ he thought.
He looked around the camp at all the bodies scattered across the ground.
’Well... so many bodies.’