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Jericho shouldn't be here. How the hell had a farmer from Jumael IV end up captured by Dark Eldar raiders? All he had been doing was tending to his fields, and wondering how things were going for Arvin larn in the guard. Now he was going to die.

"You have absolutely how lucky you are to die here monkeigh!" yelled one of the figures behind him as he was shoved out from the tunnel into the bright arena.


"Where is this one from, Malikco?" asked Archon Desric of the Kabal of the Boodied Spine Breakers. Beside him in the arena's luxuriary box sat Malikco, the Archite of the Wych Cult of seductive Murder. "From some farm world. Apperntly he killed twenty before fleeing. He was trying to hellp his family. Sentimental fool." She said in her seductive voice. Down in the floor the human stumbled up, and looked around in the harsh light. "This will be a slaughter." the Archon said.


"I am going to die." Thought Jericho. Here, for the sport of these Zeno scum. He could see the lithe figure of the one who would kill him, her blade, blue and red, held loosely in her hands. Well he had killed before. Hadn't he?


The wych was excited. She was aroused as she walked out into the arena, the cold air raising goose flesh on her skin. She wore kneehigh boots, a loincloth, and bodice. The sword in her hand didn't deserve to be wasted on a monkeigh but her Succobus had ordered her to fight, and she would.


Jericho streched his legs and dropped into a crouch, balacning on his toes. He would do whatever it took.

The wych walked, and when she stood ten feet from the prisoner, she drew the knife from her boot and held it in a reverse grip in her left hand. Then, without warning, leapt at her victim.

Jericho rolled into forward, knocking into her with his shoulder. He heard the soft "thump' as the knife fell from her hands into the sand. Quickly regaining his feet he leat for the knife, grabbing it in his right hand. rolling over he brought it up in time to block the blow from her sword, barely. Damn! They were fast! Bringing his knee up into her groin, he slammed his foread into her chin. Without wasting his time he stabbed at her stomach, and heard her gasp as it slip between two of her ribs, puncturing her lungs. Swiftly rolling her over he proceeded to punch her face until there was nothing but a mass of pulp that was once brain. Crying he took the hand that had held her sword and pulled the blade free. Taking it he cut free the index index finger, and put it into his pocket. A fine prize. Standing as the tears dropped and stained the sand. The guards who had shoved him into this were slowly advancing, cluthcing their weapons. Now he would have some small measure of revenge. drooping to his knees he let the sword fall. The blade was nearer to his hand then the hilt. One, now confident, walked faster and was about to deliver the death blow when jericho grabbed the blade and shoved it into the helmet, between the eye lenses. jumping up, ignoring the pain coming from his palm, He grabbed the body, turning as he did so, letting their weapons rounds tear into the meat shield. Taking hold of the pistol, he continued the spin, now as death rained from the alien weapon. Three warriors immediatley dropped, gleaming shards protruding from their chests and face. He knew that he too had been hit, but the most of the rounds had thankfully been absorbed by the shield. Slowly but surely more Zenos died, but the pistol ran out of ammo. Dropping it, he broke off one of the spikes from the helmet. Rushing forward he shoved it into the throat of the nearest Zeno.

How? How the hell could this monkeigh have done this? He looked over and saw Malikco laying down on her chaise. She was breathing quickly, and smiling. She was moaning in the pleasure of the slaughter that was occuring, like a true Wych. Standing up he screamed into the arena.




"STOP FIRING!!!" The Dark Elder immediatley ceased, and the human stood, stooped over, body slick and covered in blood, pantign drawing in all the breath he could. The leader jumped effortlessley from his seat in the balcony. Landing, he walked over calmly to one of the bodies, and insde, he cried. His lover, Serif, lay dead. Standing, he walked over to the monkeigh and spoke.


"You have cost me much, Human." Desric said. "Good. Now, just do me a favor and DIE!" Screamed the human as he lunged at the lord. The archon side stepped, and pulled his glaive from it's holder on his back. Drawing it back he stabbed the human in the throat.


Jericho awoke in an unfamilar place. That air was filled withthe copperery smeel of sweat, and incense burned. He took stock of his surrondings. He lay on cushions, and was still dressed in the jeans he had been wearing when he had been captured, though now they were clean. His arm was wrapped in a bandage, dark with dried blood. His chest was stiched up. Standing he found a transparent long sleeved shirt. Shrugging it on, he was not surprise to find it fit. Turning on his heel, he saw an archway that was blocked only by a lavender veil. Out side he found a large arrow pointing towards the right corridor. he followed it and saw a large chamber.



The Wych heard the footsteps behind her and turned her head to look at him. She smiled. His return was an icy stare, that of a killer who has long been repressing his urges. Standing she said "I am the one who saved your life." As she stood the thick purple robe she wore slid off her form, revealing her naked body. The cold air felt good against her bare skin. She cold see his jaw tense as he fought to keep his cool. Stepping to meet him she pressed her naked body against his clothed one. "If your looking for gratitude, you won't get any from me."He said through gritted teeth. "We didn't expect any." She replied. "WE?" questioned the human. Sometimes the monkeigh were so stupid. Stepping from out of the shadows were other Wyches, all naked as well. That was when his will power ran out. "Ah!" he moaned, and she saw what was the cause. Sliding her hands around his neck she pulled him down onto the floor, and the Wyches followed. She smiled.


Breathing heavily, Jericho basked in the warmth of the bodies around him. From prisoner to... whatever this was, in only a few hours. Nothing short of amazing.



AND THAT'S ALL FOR NOW! STAY TUNED FOR MORE MY FRIENDS!!!

Thanks, as ever critiscm and comments are always welcome.

Hope you enjoy.

Jericho lay asleep. Around him the Wyches lay satisfied, moaning slightly.

Scrape, Scrape.

The blade brushed against the floor, making a noise. The assassin tensed, waiting to see if he would awake. He did not move. resuming, the assassin quickly stood before the body. Raising the axe, he swung downward. The head would detatch from the shoulders, just as was planned.

Thump.

Jericho opened his eyes, and rolled out of the way. The blade instead cut into the arm of one of the Wyches. She screamed in pain as it tore her arm from the shoulder down. Standing quickly Jericho brought up his fists. The attacker swung again, this time horizontily. By now the Wyches were alert and getting up. The axe was thrust forward, the spike that stood on top of the staff barely missing his neck. Stepping into the range of the halberd, he grabbd the staff and wrench it with all his might.


As the human he was ordered to kill took his weapon from his hand the Incubus realised how much he had underestimated the target.
Jericho quickly spun the weapon into a reverse grip and stabbed the spike into the assassins' foot. Grabbing him by the hroat Jericho began to choke him.


The Incubus felt his life slip away as the pain in his foot slowly faded, along with his vision, slowly turning black.

The body slumped to the floor. Jericho stood, naked. He felt more alive than ever, and he was enjoying it. That was what scared him.
Turning Jerich found the Wyches, still naked, but now armed. Taking up the halberd Jericho Pointed it at the one who had spoken first. "Where am I?"

The Wych replied. "Commagrah. And this is where you will die."


Well I hope you like it. Will post more.

Wow... this is dark, really dark.

I like it.

There are a few editing errors in the beginning of the first chapter, the most notable when the dark eldar guy says

"You have absolutely how lucky you are to die here mon-keigh!"

maybe you meant "you have absolutely no idea how lucky you are to die here" ?

Also, why is Jerich such a bad-@$$? Or is that something we find out later?

I don't know what sound splinter pistols make so just deal.

Svin,svin. The sound of the crystal shards tearin all around him was something Jericho had a feeling he would get used to. Charging towards one of the Wyches,Jericho powerslid, knocking her legs from underneath her. Grabbing her headhe snapped it to the right, and the sound of bone breaking made him smile. Takeing her pistol Jericho aimed for the head of the nearest Wych. She fell to the floor, screaming, her eyes pieced by shards. Turning Jericho caught the blow of a knife with the pistols barrel. It was now useless. Grabbing the Wych by her left thigh Jericho stabbed into her hip joint with her own knife. Pushing her away jericho kicked the knife deeper in before swing ahigh round-house kick that broke her nose and sent her sprawling backwards. Takeing the halberd jericho beheaded another Wych with ease. The only other one left standing was the Succubus. Walking towards her Jericho pinned her against the wall. "Who is trying to kill ME!?" he screamed. "Desric, you killed his lover and he wants you to pay." she replied while trying to squirm her way out of his hold. Grabbing her hair he made her face him. "AND NOW HE"S GOING TO KILL YOU! DON'T YOU GET IT! YOU ARE MY LOVER!" As the realization slowly sank in she saw that he was right.She truly had wanted to makel ove to him,not jsut to distract him from the assassin.


Nothing was going as planned.

.... If you don't explain that last part in the next paragraph of your story, you will have lost most of your audience.

It could be cool, but it needs more explanation

You will see why I wrote that, even though it's just a tiny (i.e huge!!) cliche.

Desric was happy. The human who had killed Sarem was dead. TheIncubus hired to ensure the death stood before him, holding the mutilated head out. The human had apparently been aware of the asassin and had fought back, even managing to slice at the Incubus' throat, rendering him speachless for some time. Standing beside the Incubus was Malikco, rubbing her arms. "Why do you do this?" asked the Archon. She looked up. "I had to sleep with him. And that is a fate more terrible than being given to the Haemonculus." Desric could only imagine how disgusting it was. "Give me the head." The Incubus throw it underhand. He turned on his heel and walked out. The Archon looked at the head and smiled. Looking up he saw Malikco had already left. Turning towards one of his guards he spoke. "Have the Haemonculus mount this and place it on top of my temple."


As Malikco caught up with the Incubus she whisphered "I can't believe that worked." The Incubus spoke. "I need to get out of here."
Malikco blocked his way. "What do you mean? you're safe now." "In this place I will never be safe. Just momentarily out of harm's way. WE both know that."

After succesfully tricking the Master Incubi of the assassin's sect that Malikco wanted him to be her bodyguard they returned to the Gladiator Arena.

There she led him into her chamber. Laying on the bed she stripped of her armor piece by piece untill she was naked. Looking at him she signaled him to advance. Standing before her, she stood on herknees and began to unstrap his armor, until he to, was naked.

After they made love, they lay on their sides and looked at each other. "When the Cult next goes on a raid, I can help you escape. we will have to fake your death to do so."
"I can live with that."



Archon Desric stared at the screen. His face was contorted in a mask of hate. His hand curled into a fist. The tech who had been monitering the station at the time had alerted the Archon immediatly when he had seen the mon-keigh sleep with the Archite. When he had seen this he had looked down at his waist, and frowned.

The Archon struck out his fist. The tech fell to the floor, bleeding. Before he could so much as process what had just happened the Archon tore his left arm from the shoulder.
And beat the tech to death with it.

He would have his revenge.

Jericho settled the armor suit on, and made sure the weapons were within easy reach. He saw the Archon march towards him and readied himself. The Archon pushed him to the side, and burst through the door. He held a long, slender blade in his hand, and intended to kill Malikco with it. He looked from left to right, but he couldn't see her. THERE! Behind the curtains! Striding over he plunged the blade into it. No blood, no cry ofpain. Strange. "You should pay more attention to your surrondings!" He turned and saw the Monkiegh, in the stolen Incubus armor. He swung the axe downward and Desric blocked, pivoted, and kicked the Monkiegh in the ribs. He sprawled backwards, and Desric leapt, the blade in a reverse grip. He drove it through the monkiegh's stomach, and twisted it wildly. It screamed in pain and curse. But the curse was Eldricht. How could he have understood what it meant? Behind him someone shouted "Like he said." Desric turned in time to see the axe as it swung into his chest, liftedhim of the ground, and threw him into the wall. He slide down it. The human, drew a knife and tossed it, landing in his forehead. "That's funny...." he said "I haven't heard that ryhme in years." Malicko walkedout from behind one of the statues. She clutched the sheet to her chest. "Get some clothes on. The plan will only work if we move fast."

After five minutes, they had summoned tone of the Wyches that looked most like Malicko, and killed her. Stashing the body, the set the scene up so that it would look like Desric had come in, killed Jericho, before Malicko killed him, and then commited suicide. They left through a secret passage and towards one of the warp gates, the looked back upon the city. "Goodbye...." Malicko said with a touch of sadness. Jericho shrugged. They turned and fled through it.

When they reached Jericho's home planet Malicko began to askhim questions, like what was his plan now, what would they do about the suit and weapons. She never saw the knife that plunged trough her ribs, into her heart. She had but a few precious seconds. She aske Jericho "Why.... I loved you." Jericho replied, no emotion. "The end justifies the means. I didn't love you." He said. Malicko fell to the ground. Jericho lifted her up, and began the trek to a nearby forest. When there he buried Malicko. He said nothing, and left no markers. As he reached the ruins of his former farmstead, he was pleased to find no one had yet discovered it. He walked into the main house, and went to his room. There he laid down and cried. He had loved Malicko. He pressed a stud on the bed post, and waited for the Inquistion to reclaim him. His tears had dried up the armor was set under hay, and he burned what remained of the ruins. is mission was a success, but as always he lost friends, human and Xenos. The Dark Eldar who hadbeen raiding this sector would now be too busy with in-fighting to raid for a long time.

And that's the end. Yeah, kinda weird, but it felt right to me.

Would have made more sense if it were a space marine or a daemonically possessed guardsmen. A normal human against a group of armed DE wouldn't ahev a chance.

The whole idea of a DE harlot trying to hit it with a humie is off as i'm sure there are plenty of Evil Eldar Dudes to pass the time with instead, why a human?

And why the hell did she bother helping him and running off with him when she'd just be screwing herself over. And then, with that big brain of his he has to go and kill her. You'd expect the DE to do something like that not the other way around, it's just weird that way.

The following sentence was just terrible:
"Stepping from out of the shadows were other Wyches, all naked as well. That was when his will power ran out.", so he loses his 'power' when he gets aroused and passes out? Geeze he'd be hopeless on his honeymoon, how does he even have kids?

I may sound a bit harsh but I didn't get the story and the parts I did understand made no sense.

Yeah I know it's a bit odd, and I plan on rehashing it to make itwork a little better. Besides the line where Desric looks down.......... He feels, I'll let you work that out for your self. Let's just say.... "OMG IT IS HUGE!" That's what she said.

And, no he doesn't lose his power when aroused, because instinct triumphed over reason in that case. He's supposed to NOT want to do it, but he falls prey to his lesser nature.

She bothered to help him because she thought that he loved her, but it was really just an means to an end for him, like he says. Besides, I remeber reading somewhere that Eldar and Human dna is close enough for them to have offspring. If I could find where I'd point you in that direction, but for the life of me I can't remeber. But if you want to read something that makes sense, try somewhere else, this was just for poops and giggles. It'll weill definateley get a face lift lateron,but I've got other stories to rehash for now, so I'll pm you about those so you can make me feel even worse about my writing.

Seriously, What is it withyou and demeaning my threads? It's called fluff for a reason, it's not supposed to be good. If you want good you can just read some blacklibray s**t.

Just healthy suggestions, how can you improve if not?

DAMN YOUR LOGIC!!! Yes, I see that now......... (mutters to his bodyguard) "Eliminate this one. It could pose a problem in the future."