"Where is IT!!!" Arrastar shouted at the farmer.
"I don't know what you're talking about! I don' thave what you want!" The farmer whinned.
"Well, fine. Maybe the sweat child knows." Arrastar walked over to the corner of a room where the farmers wife and daughter were also bound to chairs.
"No! Leave them alone! Deal with me! Kill me! I don't care! Just leave them ALONE!"
Arrastar paid the man no attention, "You want me to find what I'm looking for and leave, don't you? Leave you and your daddy and mommy alone and never come back, isn't that what you want?"
"Yes." the child replied in a small voice. "Please don't hurt daddy any more. Please." Tears began leaking down the childs cheeks, but she held in her sobs.
"I wont hurt him, not if YOU tell me where I can find the scroll. You know what a scroll is, don't you?"
"No." the word was bearly above a whisper, hardly distinguishable above the yells of the farmer.
"SILENCE HIM!" Arrastar commanded.
Immediately one of Arrastar's men smacked the farmer over the head with the side of his gun, knocking the man unconsious. The farmers wife let a small gasp and looked at her daughter, the child's tight red curls clung to her tear soaked face.
"Please, don't hurt us anymore. Don't hurt my daughter. Please. Please." The farmer's wife cried.
"If you don't want her hurt than either you or your daughter will tell me where my scroll is. NOW!" Arrastar screamed.
"I don't know anything about any scroll!" The woman sobbed.
"Then you better pray that this little one does." Arrastar replied pleasantly.
"Crystal, honey, if you know where that scroll is, just tell her. It's alright. She'll leave if she finds it. Please, just tell her."
"What's it look like?" The child asked.
"A scroll is a very old, rolled up, piece of paper. Have you seen anything like that child?" Arrastar asked. Her voice was pleasant, but her eyes were cold.
"I...I...Daddy said not to tell. Ever." Crystal answered. She pulled her head down and her knees up, coming into as tight a ball as her bindings would allow.
"How old are you child?" Arrastar asked.
Crystal looked to her mother to make sure it was alright to answer before saying, "Seven."
"Seven. Well, that is very young. You don't want to DIE at seven, do you child?" Arrastar's voice was so quiet now that only the child could hear it. Crystal shook her head, her curls swinging back and forth as she did so. "Well, if you want to live, even one more day, than you'll tell me WHERE MY SCROLL IS!" Arrastar finished.
Crystal broke into sobs that shook her whole body, inabling her from speaking for a moment. Arrastar waiting, feeling that this is was it. In just a few moments she would be getting The Scroll of Tigghial.
Voices could suddenly be heard coming from outside. Arrastar recognized the voices at once...it was the DUCKS! The door swung open, revealing Wildwing, pucklauncher in hand. The others could be seen behind him.
"DAMN! STOP THEM! KEEP THEM OUT OF HERE!" Arrastar screamed to her henchmen.
"Don't fire your pucklaunchers unless absolutely neccessary! There are inocent humans in there!" Wing ordered his group.
The fight was over almost before it began. Three of Arrastar's men lay unconscious on the floor, while Ali stood in a corner, housted up by Lucheea and Starwing, cradling an arm that had been badly burned by lazer-fire. Arrastar stood in front of Wildwing holding the now-conscious farmer in front of herself as a human shield. She held a knife to his throat.
"That's right. Everyone freeze. You wouldn't want to make me slit this...prescious...human's throat. Now, why don't we make a deal. You leave, and, after I've gotten what I want, I'll let the humans live. Deal?"
"And what, exactly, do you want?" Duke asked.
"Well now, that's really none of your business. All that you need to worry about is whether or not you are going to allow this human to live. Because if you don't leave NOW, his blood will be on your hands." Arrastar said, her voice slowly growing more and more vicious as she spoke. The ducks didn't doubt for a second that she would even hesitate to slit the farmer's throat.
"Arrastar. DON'T hurt that man." Shahareazat said, stepping through the door with the second group of ducks. The Migrator travels slower than the Arrowing and they had just arrived.
"Shahareazat. How incredably nice to see that you've grown a spine. Pitty that I'm planning on ripping it from your body as soon as I get the chance!"
"We're not going anywhere Arrastar. Whatever it is here that you want, your not going to get it. We'll make sure of that." Wildwing informed her.
"Really? Fine. Alu, grab up the pretty little wifey." Alu obeyed the order immediately and slit the bonds that held the farmers wife. He pulled her up out of her chair and put the knife to her neck. The child, who had been crying silently up until now, burst into load, heart renching sobs.
"I hope you ducks like watching people die. I know I do." With that Arrastar slit the farmers throat, spraying the walls of the house and all the ducks with his blood. He clutched at his neck as he fell to his knees. His eyes were blank as they searched the room, and finally landed on his daughter. He made a choaked gasp and fell over, dead.
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