"I'll kill him," said Anat, not for the first time that night, a hard punch to the wall of the courtyard. The tears that refused to pay stung the eyes and rage choked like a vice and as a tremor ran through her limbs. He could not stand still, simply could not do it, then walked with long strides to the inner courtyard of the palace of Anubis.
Horus, the fucking asshole, he wanted the sentence of exile was effective immediately, but it was clear that after all he had done during the morning, Seth would not hold your trip at least for a few more days.
Fortunately, Anubis had offered to new medical care. There was a look of defiance
on his serious face when he saved his brother and before he had announced his decision to host Seth at home until he was able to leave for exile. Horus, for his part, seemed rather annoyed, but he had to agree, not without his consent to accompany with a sarcastic joke. "You really become the patron saint of lost causes, little brother ..." he said with a mischievous smile on his lips and Anat had seen Anubis stiffen and tighten the jaw, clearly point to the heart.
And that was how they had returned to the starting point, the infirmary of the palace of Anubis.
Seth had not yet regained consciousness, even when Anubis had to fix the points of the wound groin. It was really worth watching, covered with bruises and whip marks, and besides all this, he said Anubis, also had a principle of sunstroke and dehydration.
If you think back to what had happened that morning, the blood boiling in his veins and darkened the view.
When Baba and his henchmen had begun to kick him, Anat wanted to kill them all and would have done had it not been for Amatcheret and Astarte, who had held her with all their might. The same fate was touched to Ash. Trapped in the arms of Mehen, much taller and stronger than him, the Libyan had been discussed with all the forces blowing like a cat, with tears running down copious face. Anat Even she realized that she was crying and Hetepsebet, a few steps behind her, wrapped in a long gray coat, she rocked back and forth, sobbing.
All around them, the last open supporters of Seth, was a thick cordon of guards with aggressive air and bored. Clearly, they wanted one of them did a crap to be able to beat up and the envy of their colleagues when sadistic fun.
"We will kill all you bastards!" He growled in a voice choked Anat, rushing forward and almost managing to disrupt her friends.
When it was over, she and Ash were the first to shoot out of the crowd to go to provide relief Seth. Ash now had nothing to lose, it was too compromised. Everyone knew of her relationship with Seth. Anat, however, simply did not care of what others might say netjeru. Moments later, however, had arrived the other.
The crowd around them was open, in silence, when we were on our way to the palace of Anubis. The prince opened the way, his face an expression that sanguie curdling in my veins even the most experienced warriors.
Ash had insisted on carrying Seth and none had objected. The other fellow had to wrap around to protect them both.
The crowd watched them pass, respectfully quiet. A group of guards was
to camp out on the street corner and stared at them with a mocking air. Anat had to exercise all his self-control to remain in place and do not lash out against them, but tried not to give them the opportunity to do even more damage.
Baba was inflated in the midst of his men, like a fat toad who swallowed a fly very tasty. "Look at that cute, boys! A fag in the arm that carries another! "Snickered, accompanied by the choir of coarse laughter of the guards. Anat
started to shoot, but Hetepsebet stopped her grabbing her by the shoulder. "Not now, my friend. - Whispered - Later we retaliate, but now we think to bring Seth safe. "
Hours later, the palace of Anubis were only her Hetepsebet, Ash and Amatcheret. Mehen was due to leave at sunset to reach the boat of Ra.
"Now that our best fighter is knocked out, - he said bitterly - we must use all available resources."
Astarte had gone with him. Defend their adoptive father Ra was more important than taking revenge on a gang of shits, he said apologetically. Anat gave her right across the board: If Ra fell, everything else would have had more sense, but could not go on. He could not let it go.
and she knew it was absurd: Seth knew from just ten days, but there it was, together to people who had always been at his side, planning to avenge him.
It was not because of the fact that for about half an hour, had threatened to marry him. She would gladly have done without the antics, had it been for you ...
No, could not have said why, but ever since the first time he had seen in the courtyard of the palace of Ra, he felt a sense indefinable, but not unpleasant. It was desire, certainly, but not alone (even if he had to admit that Seth was one of the men was stripping the more absolute). It was more a sense of kinship, of camaraderie between warriors, ... Aaah! It was so frustrating. Anat could not understand why, but stay at his side and suffer for he was the most natural thing, as a logical consequence of the circumstances. And now Seth was lying in an infirmary bed, wounded and feverish, and the logical consequence was to avenge him and break the barrel of nullity arrogant Baba.
Hetepsebet that, finally, the arrival of the dark had taken off his cloak, sat on the floor, staring into space. She would have to leave to go to fulfill his duty as protector of the tenth hour of the night, but it had, saying that there were still many hours to go. Even
Amatcheret remained, even though he had just had a baby. She had not wanted to tell anyone who the father was, but it was clear that he wanted it to be Seth, also if it was not possible. The baby, named Wepawet (an absurd name Anat second) had been entrusted to the care of the wife of Anubis for the day.
Ash, meanwhile, was still inside the building, to discuss with Anubis. They were just waiting for him to come back to leave for their punitive expedition, but it was getting long. Anat
could not help but be worried. Although Anubis had refused to dissolve the prognosis was not deaf, however, Anat, and had heard rumors that they ran out of control, saying that Seth would remain disabled forever, that he could not fight anymore. Anat
not want to believe. They were only rumors put about by the court, he repeated. One of the things
which had affected more than Seth was just his way of fighting. It was as if he was as natural as breathing, and fury with grace and always with a smile. It was truly a force of nature ... Anat could be hours of watching him train with the spear, perhaps, if she could dominate the desire to jump on him and fuck till you drop ...
And the night he was up on the solar boat, had been literally amazed to see what he was capable of doing when things were serious. At that point, Anat was absolutely certain that he never wanted a man so ... Seth was fanatically devoted to Ra and carried on with joy and dedication to its mission of protecting him night after night, a mission that would have exhausted anyone else. It was not fair that was made impossible to carry out its mission. Anat could easily imagine how you would feel right now: just the thought of one day no longer be able to protect his brother Baal was plunged into the darkest despair.
were very similar, she and Seth, both voted to protect at all costs a loved one and both were considered not just a place to head off the rest of the world, because who, in healthy conscience, they never would vote for such a life?
Perhaps that was why he felt so attached to him, he thought Anat, precisely because they were so similar, and so Seth was one of the few people indeed, perhaps the only one who knew it when she spoke of her relationship with Baal, that fight was one of the few things that really made her feel alive and that gave her sideways glances of others.
Seth looked at her with his bizarre scarlet eyes, had smiled and understood. Sitting on a wall at the pier, had spoken to long, as the sun, laughing and telling stories of battles as if they had known all along.
In the few days of their friendship, Anat had learned to appreciate his sarcasm, which was often directed toward himself, his spacconaggine and above all the bitterness that hid. Netjeru I particularly did not like him and, as apparently had not done so even before the unfortunate story of Osiris. The people of Kemet knew he needed him, but did not love him. Perhaps the respected but not always, and often feared. Traditionalists and conservatives were, could not appreciate one that apparently was not able to do one thing as everyone else. All wrote with his right hand? And Seth with his left. All were awake at night and slept during the day? And Seth otherwise. And so on, for a long list. Most netjeru could not conceive that there was another way of being and doing things.
"I tried to be like everyone else, Anat. You do not know how much I tried. - Had laughed that night on the pier, after told them that a child he shaved his head because he wanted to be like other people - but even so, everyone will realize that I was different. So I gave up and decided to just be who they are. Even if they are wrong ... "he concluded with a crooked smile and full of bitterness. Anat
was left not knowing what to say. He had to throw a joke to dispel sadness, or was it better that he was shut up and wait? Anat felt very frustrated.
"Wrong or not, I like the same," he said finally, blushing a bit 'and angry with himself for blushing. Seth looked at her with a vaguely surprised.
"You look beautiful, you know?" He explained, blushing again, and it was true. His unnaturally pale, long red hair and exaggerated eyes scarlet, that his compatriots seemed so alien and disgusting, she seemed so strange, but fascinating. "And then I think I already told you fuck ..." he concluded, rather viciously, uncomfortable because she realized that it was getting sloppy. This time Seth was to blush, in fact, had done both at the same time, but Anat was fascinated by the veil of color that had appeared on his face and his expression a bit 'surprised. Should not be used to receive explicit advances by women.
"You're a girl who knows what she wants ..." Seth had said softly.
"True." Anat had failed to respond, before shooting forward and kissed him forcefully on the lips.
Unlike the other men who had reserved the same treatment (few in fact), Seth had not been portrayed, intimidated, but had responded to the kiss with equal passion. Anat could not tell how long it had been sitting on the wall of the dock, tied into a long kiss, but certainly enough that she found herself sitting on her legs and discovered with great pleasure that he was very happy to be there . The thing had begun to deteriorate further, with both hands that fit where they should not have, and Anat had thought that if they continued it would have ended up doing it right there on the spot, and it would not have even a little sorry '.
Unfortunately, the more beautiful the vizier Toth was announced with a cough angry and both were snapped up in a flash, a little 'unkempt, but ready to respond.
Toth had sent them a look of disapproval and had climbed on the boat. The magic moment was broken and the next two days, before the duel, they had not had the opportunity to "continue the conversation" and now I wonder if they would have more, he said, with a certain amount of regret.
"Here I am." Ash is announced, interrupting his reverie. "Poor Ash." Thought Anat.
The Libyan had some very pronounced eye socket and his eyes were red greens. This, together with uncombed hair and rumpled clothes, helped to make it look like a living portrait of exhaustion and anxiety.
"What did Anubis?" Asked Hetepsebet, splashing up.
Ash shook his head. "A lot of things, all understandable - IKN said wearily - but I think the bottom line is that even he knows exactly what will happen." He sat down on a stone bench by the wall. "It's about probability. - He explained, waving a hand in the air how to draw a shape and faint nebula - that says it all depends on how the situation will evolve in the coming days ... "he tried to remain impassive, but his voice still trembling with tears. He paused, as for comfort. "But he can not ... Seth does not .. "Ash could not continue, but the implications of his words failed to clear the yard and all confirmed their worst fears, fed by rumors in the days before. "And what did this morning ... May have deteriorated even more things ... "he added, wiping her tears with the back of the hand.
"Damn! - Anat growled - What are we waiting for? We regret to be born! "He said, shaking his fists convulsively ..
Ash nodded. "They have to pay, especially Baba, that ..." Ash did not finish the sentence, obviously could not find a shameful insult enough to describe the head of the royal guards.
Hetepsebet looked at the starry sky "So let's go. We do not have much time ... "he said, throwing back his cloak on his shoulders. His companions nodded.
The plan was clear and simple: it would be introduced into the barracks of the Royal Guards in the service of Baba and they would split the ass to anything that moved until he stopped moving. They agreed that they would not have killed anyone, but this did not mean that they would not want them to be already dead, "said Anat, while all four were heading towards the goal through the streets almost empty.
"Four seventy-eight against. - Anat calculated giggling - Bella challenge. "
arrived at the corner of the street where the barracks stood, Ash, who headed the party, made a sign to stop. From the barracks came a great noise, mixed with shouts and raucous drunk risate.Le guards were partying, like many in the city, and there was no surveillance on the front door.
"What idiots." He murmured with a smile Amatcheret fierce that clashed with the delicate features of her face.
"So, we enter the main entrance? "Hetepsebet asked with a predatory gaze light
Ash nodded. "Roviniamogli the party." He said quietly. Anat
grinned like a possessed and ran towards the entrance. He could hear the footsteps of his comrades who were running behind her like the wind, like her. They entered the barracks
undisturbed, without encountering a single sentinel at the entrance or in the front room and even the corridor leading to the parade ground. Following the uproar of the festivities, venture into the military complex and found the first guard. He was drunk, leaning against a wall with a stupid smile, which turned into a mask of terror when the victim became aware of who he faced.
Quick as lightning, Hetepsebet grabbed him by the neck and made him bang his face against the wall repeatedly and forcefully, until it loses the senses and leave a large blood stain on the wall. Hetepsebet let him go with a grimace of disgust and collapsed to the ground in a broken heap. "Seventy-seven." He said with a smile. In silence
comrades came to the door of the refectory, where the party was taking place. The soldiers had gathered there to revel in varying states of inebriation. The raucous laughter of Baba dominion over all. "We gave him a lesson, then fennel! - Laughed, waving a jug full of beer and the soldiers broke into fat sgignazzate - Toast! His Majesty and fennel that know their place, "he said, swallowing a big gulp of beer.
Ash not contained anymore. One moment he was alongside his comrades, the time she was in the middle of the dining hall and at least two guards were lying on the ground writhing. To the surprise, Baba sprayed beer all around, stifling, and rolled his eyes.
"Nice party, captain of the guard - in Ash said coldly - Forgive my rudeness, I did not want to interrupt you. Please, continue, which would place us 'queers'? "He asked quietly, with a hint of a smile on lips.
Baba coughed and laughed, wiping the beer from his chin with his sleeve. "You want to die, huh, fag," he asked thickly. The guards were quite taken by surprise (except the two who were put directly on the road to Ash) and surrounded him.
"I'd rather kill you, if you are the same." Ash said.
Baba laughed again and nodded in response to his men, who promptly threw it against Ash. It seemed a hopeless situation, but Ash, as was low and apparently frail, was quick and precise and, in spite of appearances, deadly effective. Not for nothing was the Protector of the oases and trade routes, he thought Anat, who allowed himself a moment to admire the skill of his friend, claiming he was kicked and punched to the sound of the soldiers as if they were ears of ripe wheat, before throwing itself into the fray with a terrible war cry.
The first guard ran to her screaming and took a punch in the face, strong enough to stop halfway and let it fall to the ground like a sack of rags.
"I do not have to kill. I have to kill them. "Anat was repeated, and distributed liberally kicked, punched, head and elbows and everything else right and left. A guard smartest of the other tried to take over, but she managed to turn the hips and grab his arm and, with a thrust and a twist, the jerk was thrown forward, landing on another colleague.
Hetepsebet, meanwhile, was struggling with another pile of turds. She had taken off his coat and was using it to catch the guards, and shoved her stumbling toward him, within reach of his kicking. The coat snapped like a whip or a flag in the wind and his eyes glittered dangerously. Judging from the faces of the guards, they would have liked to sneak away, but Hetepsebet was not willing to give him time.
Amatcheret, however, seemed to have committed a personal war against the furniture as well as against the guards. He was carrying the remains of a broken chair and he was serving for hammering the skull of a guard, laughing. When the fragments became useless, she just threw them away and took another chair, laughing, and smashed against the back of a nearby soldier, sending him to face against a table. Anat
could not tell how many people had laid out in the end, or how long it had taken, but moving targets were over and she found herself panting and sweating, surrounded by soldiers lying sprawled on the ground, more or less unconscious but certainly unable to continue fighting. He had not killed anyone, but he made sure to leave a lasting memory of its passage in the form of broken bones, joints and torn characteristics altered. He drew back the wet curls
the face with a bloody-knuckled hand and looked around. The room remained standing only Ash, and Amatcheret Hetepsebet. Baba was lying down in a corner, surrounded by three. Ignoring the moans and groans of the soldiers scattered on the floor, Anat crossed the dining hall and went to friends. All three had abandoned the cruel smile that until recently had been raised before and now seemed deadly serious and unforgiving.
Baba, curled in a fetal position against the wall, seemed gripped by a paroxysm of terror, eyes wide, his face pale and sweaty, my hands up in front of him, how to protect themselves. Anat trembled and he could feel the smell of beer, sweat, fear and dog that emanated from him. "Do not you hurt me, please ... - Pleaded with a tiny little voice. He understood very well what awaited him. - The king will punish you. "
Ash laughed. The threat of punishment does not frighten him and anyway he had already decided to follow Seth exile. He felt calm and without remorse, as one who has nothing to lose. "You know I care about the king. - Seraphic said - It's time you taste your own medicine. "The light in her eyes not even remotely bode well for the captain of the guard.
Baba groaned inconsistently, turning the head sideways and shaking hands weakly before her face. Ash moved as if to hit him and screamed as Baba slaughtered a pig. A strong smell of urine into the air.
Ash stopped and shook his head. "I can not ... - Sadly said, spreading her arms to her friends - I can not. I can not even beaten up a man who defends himself. Look at him! "
Anat it was already doing and all she could see was a whimpering, smelly scum.
Ash dropped, twisting the nose for odor Baba grabbed by the hair, forcing him to face him. Baba groaned again and closed his eyes. "Look at me! - Ash shouted, shaking, until the captain of the guard, shaking like a leaf in the wind, he had opened his eyes - I do so sucks that I can not even stoop to beat you, Baba. Even those bastards of your soldiers have more guts to you. "Ash spoke in a voice tense with anger barely suppressed.
"You call us 'queers', me and Seth, and mock us why you think this makes us weak, but you're the one who acts weak. - Continued growling - You and your men have beaten up my friend while he was already wounded and in chains, but he has not screamed like a pig, did not whine and has not pissed on ... - He added with disgust - but I do not have yet touched, and instead look ... "
Ash let go of the hair Baba and the head of the guards crouched back against the wall.
"not worth a beat like that. - Ash said, turning to her friends - I only stoop to his level. "
Anat nodded. Fill the barrel of the soldiers, who had at least tried to defend himself, was one thing, pounding in a panic to another.
"What do we do then we go?" He asked. She did not even have a little 'Baba get away because of his cowardice. It seemed unfair. In the end it was his fault that they had put up all this mess.
If you think back to the whip marks and bruises scattered all over the body of Seth, was the desire to flay Baba, but let him go with a simple humiliation.
"If you have a better idea, would agree actually scram. - Said Hetepsebet - As I dry a bit between 'someone will notice the mess and then the time is approaching ... "
Amatcheret put on a lovely broncetto with one foot and touched the head of the guards, who gave the' another, pathetic sound terrified.
"Well -" said Ash stretching - On the road, then. "Anat bowed his head and followed his friends. Everyone felt in COPLA for not being able to consume at the bottom of their revenge.
"It is not right .." he thought. He really wanted to hurt the captain of the guard, as much as he had hurt Seth, but could not Because Baba was too coward.
Baba instead it would come out unscathed, and once as the fear he would tell a lie all that he would look like a bully and would have started over a bully. And no one would know he was a coward.
"Yes," thought Anat, jamming in the middle.
"I had an idea," exclaimed, turning around and returning to Baba, who still had not moved from his corner. His companions looked at her puzzled.
Ignoring the smell of piss and fear, Anat knelt next to the captain of the guard and forced him to raise his head. Baba's face was swollen and tears for alcohol and the snot dripping from his nose. Not to mention breath ...
Anat smiled, but was not at all a friendly smile or affectionate smile that was rather a lioness would have reserved a gazelle before taking the fatal leap.
"You are the most despicable person I have ever known, Baba - said, raising a hand wrapped in a light golden glow - You're so cowardly that I suck and it seems only right that everybody knows." Anat pressed the palm of your hand against the front of Baba and released its magic. "Coward." Ruled.
Baba shouted and tried to struggle, although it should not feel pain, but kept him firmly Anat. Completed the work, let go and Baba Anat slumped against the wall, and emptied more impisciato. Anat
stood up and wiped his hands on the tablecloth of the table survivor. He turned and stared at his work smugly. On the front of the head of the guards stood blacks hours the characters of the word "coward."
"Now that you're right!" Amatcheret passed, laughing. Ash Hetepsebet and nodded, satisfied.
"Let's go." Anat said, and the four left the barracks with a firm step, without looking back.
As he was walking from the barracks affect as if the world belonged, Anat had felt happy, his grief at the moment dormant, but now in the infirmary of Anubis, the face looking pale and suffering from Seth, he understood that was not enough.
"You have to heal. You, you understand? "She whispered, leaning his head on the bed, near his hand. "Please ..." he murmured, finally letting the tears flow.
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