In the Name of the Emperor
folder
+S through Z › Warhammer 40,000
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
7,136
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
+S through Z › Warhammer 40,000
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
7,136
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Warhammer 40k, not do I make a profit from this Fanfiction. I own Jenavive. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental.
Chapter 5
Sorry ya'll. Short chappie. BUT I'M WORKING ON THE NEXT ONE NOW!
Reviews are loved.
=======
Jenavive woke to something warm across her face. Her head hurt horribly and her body was sore all over. When she opened her eyes everything was blurred for a second, but when they cleared, she noticed one of the giant monsters standing not twenty paces away from her. She sat up and looked around. In front of her body lay a blood spattered body covered in gold. Jenavive cried out in anguish and moved towards the fallen man. Her guard, her King, her friend, her future...everything lay in a pool of blood, head twisted oddly. The sobs that spilled from her lips as she tried to wake him and he would not rouse were of pure anguish. Jenavive lay across the dead man's back, crying and begging him to wake up.
A scream made her head snap up, tears temporarily forgotten.
Her father was across the throne room. Jenavive had to shake her head to get the fog out of her mind to actually see what was happening. Galrick was suspended in the air, arms and feet spread wide, body completely naked. She couldn't see what was holding him up, but what she could see was a circle under the man's feet in the shape of an eye. Another circle was behind him, as if projected there. The little man who had invaded their kingdom was standing inside the circle using the knife atop his staff to cut into her father. She couldn't see what, but with every cut he made, a whisp of green or black smoke emanated from his skin. And he screamed in agony. Her mouth opened, but movement made her eyes turn towards the giant stone monster that had had it's back to her.
"AHH, ANOTHER LAMB FOR THE SLAUGHTER!" The voice was thick, sticky like and hissed out. It made Jenavive want to vomit. The monster started moving towards her, eating up the ground. she started moving backwards, over dead bodies and as far back as she could. The monster suddenly stopped, head turning to the right. Jenavive turned as well. The Prince!
Maricce ran out from the shadows, sword in one hand. The other lay limply at his side and he looked worse for wear. as he ran, he screamed, "RUN JENA!" She couldn't move. She was frozen in her place. The Prince stopped in front of the giant monster and stabbed it. The monster laughed and knocked the Prince aside. There was a very loud, sickening crack that echoed, even over her father's screams. Jenavive's head turned in slow motion to see the Prince's body sliding down the wall he'd been knocked into. His head was nothing more than a blotch of bone and muscle. He was dead, just like that. The tears that had stopped falling suddenly sprang back into action full force. She couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop the wrecking of her body as she sobbed and gasped for breath. her head hurt, her chest felt like a boulder was being set upon it slowly, crushing the life right out of her. What was happening?
The monster came forward and grabbed her by the front of her nighty. It started tearing at the seams, but she had been tossed into the circle and there wasn't any time to think of a new nighty. Upon entering the circle, it felt like her body was moving through a thick wall of sludge before she 'popped' through. Jenavive landed on her hands and knees, scraping herself up a little. Another scream made her jump to her feet and look over to her father. She brought her hands up to her mouth to cover a scream. He was covered in the same markings as the little man, only his were bloody and oozing black and green and purple. When she looked up to his eyes, the knowledge that the man hanging suspended by invisible ropes was not her father came clearly. The man who had helped give her life was no longer in that body. He was gone. Another scream made her snap away from the torture.
Now that Jenavive knew that her father was for all intents and purposes, dead, she caught a ripple of energy when another cut was made. it was subtile, but malicious, horrible and it rank of evil. Portal. That one word ran through her brain like a web. The little man was using her father's life and death to open a portal, and whatever was going to come out of it was not going to be a bunny. Whatever he was trying to bring forth could not be allowed out. It would destroy everything that was left, not that there was much.
Jenavive turned to stare at the little man. His black, beady eyes looked over her small form and for once, Jenavive understood what that look meant. Her heart pounded, her body shook. He had done this. He had taken away everything from her. Her family, her home, her people. He's killed her King and was using her father to summon something better left alone. All of the emotions that had been simmering just under the surface, the hatred, the anger, the sadness, hopelessness, the fear all came to the forefront. And there was no end to the depths of the emotion. As the tears fell down her face, the sobbing stopped, the shaking ceased. The more she went over what had happened, remembering the King and her people, hearing the screams of her father who was caught in agony, watching the murder of the guards who tried to stop him, the harsher the emotions got. The stronger they got.
The amulet around her neck started glowing brightly. She pulled it from her nighty and dropped it. It was so hot it had burned her hand leaving behind a brand. The little man made eye contact with her amulet and hissed. Jenavive didn't know what happened next and if asked to explain, she never would have been able to put words to it. Her emotions, the turmoil inside her, needed a way out. They sought release.
Her small body started glowing just as brightly as the amulet around her neck; a bright golden color. The light around her spread to encompass a small space around her. The little man's eyes widened and he looked passed her. She would never see the large imposing figure in golden armor standing behind her, hand upon her shoulder, smiling down at her. She would never know it was He who stood there--protecting her.
Jenavive's tiny hands came up, criss-crossing in front of her face and glowed a very angry red color. She screamed and pulled her hands across and down, almost as if she were scratching her own face. Lines of brilliant white energy formed in front of her face, and it seemed as if everything happened in slow motion after that. The lines too the same path as her fingers, but they grew longer and wider, flying out in front of her. The brilliant white light cut through the little man, the three giant monsters standing behind him, the walls behind them and on through trees and rocks until they faded from sight.
her small body started to collapse, knees going weak. Her mind started phasing out. But even though her mind and body were shutting down, she could still see what was happening around her. The giant monsters started falling down, torn to pieces by whatever it was she had just done. Her silver eyes landed on a smiling face.
"Andrus..." the smiling face turned into another monster, but this one was black and white. A cross decorated his giant shoulder. His hand was reaching for her--and that was all she knew. Her mind shut down and her body gave in to darkness.
Reviews are loved.
=======
Jenavive woke to something warm across her face. Her head hurt horribly and her body was sore all over. When she opened her eyes everything was blurred for a second, but when they cleared, she noticed one of the giant monsters standing not twenty paces away from her. She sat up and looked around. In front of her body lay a blood spattered body covered in gold. Jenavive cried out in anguish and moved towards the fallen man. Her guard, her King, her friend, her future...everything lay in a pool of blood, head twisted oddly. The sobs that spilled from her lips as she tried to wake him and he would not rouse were of pure anguish. Jenavive lay across the dead man's back, crying and begging him to wake up.
A scream made her head snap up, tears temporarily forgotten.
Her father was across the throne room. Jenavive had to shake her head to get the fog out of her mind to actually see what was happening. Galrick was suspended in the air, arms and feet spread wide, body completely naked. She couldn't see what was holding him up, but what she could see was a circle under the man's feet in the shape of an eye. Another circle was behind him, as if projected there. The little man who had invaded their kingdom was standing inside the circle using the knife atop his staff to cut into her father. She couldn't see what, but with every cut he made, a whisp of green or black smoke emanated from his skin. And he screamed in agony. Her mouth opened, but movement made her eyes turn towards the giant stone monster that had had it's back to her.
"AHH, ANOTHER LAMB FOR THE SLAUGHTER!" The voice was thick, sticky like and hissed out. It made Jenavive want to vomit. The monster started moving towards her, eating up the ground. she started moving backwards, over dead bodies and as far back as she could. The monster suddenly stopped, head turning to the right. Jenavive turned as well. The Prince!
Maricce ran out from the shadows, sword in one hand. The other lay limply at his side and he looked worse for wear. as he ran, he screamed, "RUN JENA!" She couldn't move. She was frozen in her place. The Prince stopped in front of the giant monster and stabbed it. The monster laughed and knocked the Prince aside. There was a very loud, sickening crack that echoed, even over her father's screams. Jenavive's head turned in slow motion to see the Prince's body sliding down the wall he'd been knocked into. His head was nothing more than a blotch of bone and muscle. He was dead, just like that. The tears that had stopped falling suddenly sprang back into action full force. She couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop the wrecking of her body as she sobbed and gasped for breath. her head hurt, her chest felt like a boulder was being set upon it slowly, crushing the life right out of her. What was happening?
The monster came forward and grabbed her by the front of her nighty. It started tearing at the seams, but she had been tossed into the circle and there wasn't any time to think of a new nighty. Upon entering the circle, it felt like her body was moving through a thick wall of sludge before she 'popped' through. Jenavive landed on her hands and knees, scraping herself up a little. Another scream made her jump to her feet and look over to her father. She brought her hands up to her mouth to cover a scream. He was covered in the same markings as the little man, only his were bloody and oozing black and green and purple. When she looked up to his eyes, the knowledge that the man hanging suspended by invisible ropes was not her father came clearly. The man who had helped give her life was no longer in that body. He was gone. Another scream made her snap away from the torture.
Now that Jenavive knew that her father was for all intents and purposes, dead, she caught a ripple of energy when another cut was made. it was subtile, but malicious, horrible and it rank of evil. Portal. That one word ran through her brain like a web. The little man was using her father's life and death to open a portal, and whatever was going to come out of it was not going to be a bunny. Whatever he was trying to bring forth could not be allowed out. It would destroy everything that was left, not that there was much.
Jenavive turned to stare at the little man. His black, beady eyes looked over her small form and for once, Jenavive understood what that look meant. Her heart pounded, her body shook. He had done this. He had taken away everything from her. Her family, her home, her people. He's killed her King and was using her father to summon something better left alone. All of the emotions that had been simmering just under the surface, the hatred, the anger, the sadness, hopelessness, the fear all came to the forefront. And there was no end to the depths of the emotion. As the tears fell down her face, the sobbing stopped, the shaking ceased. The more she went over what had happened, remembering the King and her people, hearing the screams of her father who was caught in agony, watching the murder of the guards who tried to stop him, the harsher the emotions got. The stronger they got.
The amulet around her neck started glowing brightly. She pulled it from her nighty and dropped it. It was so hot it had burned her hand leaving behind a brand. The little man made eye contact with her amulet and hissed. Jenavive didn't know what happened next and if asked to explain, she never would have been able to put words to it. Her emotions, the turmoil inside her, needed a way out. They sought release.
Her small body started glowing just as brightly as the amulet around her neck; a bright golden color. The light around her spread to encompass a small space around her. The little man's eyes widened and he looked passed her. She would never see the large imposing figure in golden armor standing behind her, hand upon her shoulder, smiling down at her. She would never know it was He who stood there--protecting her.
Jenavive's tiny hands came up, criss-crossing in front of her face and glowed a very angry red color. She screamed and pulled her hands across and down, almost as if she were scratching her own face. Lines of brilliant white energy formed in front of her face, and it seemed as if everything happened in slow motion after that. The lines too the same path as her fingers, but they grew longer and wider, flying out in front of her. The brilliant white light cut through the little man, the three giant monsters standing behind him, the walls behind them and on through trees and rocks until they faded from sight.
her small body started to collapse, knees going weak. Her mind started phasing out. But even though her mind and body were shutting down, she could still see what was happening around her. The giant monsters started falling down, torn to pieces by whatever it was she had just done. Her silver eyes landed on a smiling face.
"Andrus..." the smiling face turned into another monster, but this one was black and white. A cross decorated his giant shoulder. His hand was reaching for her--and that was all she knew. Her mind shut down and her body gave in to darkness.