A Rise of a Villain Jul 20, 2018 10:46:57 GMT -5
Post by Jacob Winters on Jul 20, 2018 10:46:57 GMT -5
As the orange sun descended onto the horizon in the distance, Jacob breathed a sigh of relief, no longer having the endure the sun’s harsh radiance upon his skin any longer. Part of him wished that he had made the trip on his boat towards Sundial Island at night, so that he would not have to sit underneath the sun’s scorching rays whilst travelling, but he knew that arriving at night, robbing the villagers while they were sleeping, and sneaking away before morning was the best strategic idea.
As Jacob’s meager boat inched closer and closer to Sundial Island, Jacob saw some spots of civilization here and there, mainly in the form of streetlights and the lights inside homes. However, he also saw a fire pit on the beach, with several Marines seemingly drinking and celebrating. Jacob did not know about the concept of alcohol yet, so he was confused as to why the Marines were wobbling around and acting like complete and utter buffoons.
Jacob felt an urge to kill every last one of them, having been deprived of any murderous activities while traveling on the flimsy tug boat he traveled to Sundial Island on. Realizing that they were in a weakened condition, Jacob simply placed his boat at a safe distance from the coast, and walked over to the Marines, who were also roasting a pig. He walked over and calmly asked “Could I have a bite of what you’re cooking?”
The Marines took one look at Jacob and they screamed in horror, believing him to be a demon, with their inebriated condition playing tricks on their mind. However, they quickly realized that Jacob was just an “ordinary” young man, and quickly got angry. One of the older Marines said “What is this punk doing? Trying to scare us. We have to teach him a lesson”, as the others nodded in agreement, some still struggling to stand upright.
As one of the Marines charged Jacob with a rusty sword, he slipped on some empty beer bottles that had been on his path. Jacob smirked and brought out his weapon, his trusty saw cleaver, and relished the look of utter fear the drunk Marine had exhibited, savouring the moment, before he slammed his weapon onto the Marine’s back, drawing blood. The other Marines looked on in horror, and exclaimed “What the hell! That thing is a demon! We have to run away!”.
However, before the Marines struggled to run away, due to their drunk condition, and Jacob laughed maniacally as they made a desperate attempt to get away from the cloaked, blood-stained figure. He calmly walked over to one of the Marines and stared deep into his eyes, with his bright blue eyes reflecting back onto the dilated pupils contained within the Marine’s brown eyes, before Jacob made a swift motion with his cleaver that sent more blood gushing through his face.
One of the Marines attempted to shoot Jacob, but their aim was incredibly off, and before he had the chance to reload his weapon, Jacob brought his cleaver to the Marine, not quite ending his life, but likely leaving him with no option other than to bleed out on the beach. The last Marine had started praying for redemption, rather than trying to fight for his life. “Please God, I know I’ve done wrong in my life, but please save my soul!”. Jacob felt a tinge of sadness for him, before bringing his cleaver onto his head, ending his life quickly and relatively mercilessly. As Jacob counted the number of bleeding and dead Marines on the beach, he only counted four. One of them was missing, and Jacob quickly deduced that it was the senior Marine that had initially confronted him.
Jacob expressed slight annoyance, as the Marine would likely alert the Marine post on the island, and possibly act as a foil to his plan for a quick and sneaky excursion onto the island for supplies. He thought to himself that things probably would’ve been better off if he had just left them alone, but the rush of adrenaline and joy that had been brought to him was amazing, and he knew that he could never stop. Jacob sheathed his weapon and he took the time to sit down next to the fire pit, and carved out some of the roasted pig, before chowing down. He actually had not eaten in a while, and despite hunger being a very familiar sensation for him, he gorged down on the food like a ravenous beast.
Jacob even decided to try out some of the alcohol that were miraculously not yet consumed by the Marines. As Jacob put the bottle to his lips, a bitter taste flowed onto his lips and his tongue, and he quickly threw away the bottle, wondering if it was actually poison instead, and he wondered why the Marines seemed to enjoy this particular beverage, as it tasted awful and only served to put them in a weaker state of mind, a state of mind that would eventually lead to their brutal deaths at the hands of Jacob himself.
Jacob thought to himself, “Humans really are weird creatures, but I guess I shouldn’t be talking. I’m the epitome of weird myself after all”, before eating the rest of the pig. For a couple of drunk guys, the Marines sure knew how to cook a pig. Jacob wondered if he should’ve let one of them live, so that they could be his Cook. Jacob had no interest in being a part of a pirate crew, but he did think to himself that most pirate crews did have a cook. Unfortunately, Jacob never learned how to cook himself, and the food he made always turned out to be quite bad, both in taste and in nutrition, as he has a penchant for accidentally burning his food. Most times, Jacob usually just steals the food of the people he robs, but that’s not always a viable option.
Jacob decided to leave the beach, looking for homes of families that appeared wealthy, in order to rob them of their valuable belongings and such, but he knew that time was running out, as the escaped Marine would likely inform the others and send out a team to take care of him, and they probably would not be as weak and defenseless as the group of inebriated marines that Jacob had wiped out a few short moments ago. With that in mind, Jacob started running towards the nearby village.
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Task I finished.