Where's Yuber?

“Wait a minute,” Albert said, stopping in his tracks.

“What?” asked Luc, whose uniquely carved mask hid the confused
look upon his face.

“Where’s Yuber?”

“Huh? That’s strange...” Luc’s voice showed a trace of
uneasiness. Their group had exited a warp moments ago and had been
walking--supposedly altogether--since then. “I was pretty sure he teleported
with the rest of us.”

“Maybe he went back,” suggested Sarah. “Anyway, can’t
you sense him?”

“Hmm.” Luc bowed his head. “Let’s see...yes, he’s
still somewhere in the Karaya village.” After a pause, he added to himself,
“What could that fool be thinking?”

“Gulaawaaaaaugh!” The dying scream came from the throat of one
of the Karaya fighters. He stumbled back just as Yuber yanked the sharp steel
out of his stomach.

Yuber smiled. Not a broad or friendly smile, mind you, but he was contented
by such a sight. He watched gleefully as the warrior fell down, rolling slightly
onto his side. The blood spilled thickly from his wound.

“I wonder what kind of sound the next one will make?” The man in
black turned around with that twisted smirk still on his face. His eyes flashed
in excitement as a frightened Karayan woman came into view.

“P-please!” she cried as he started to approach her. “L-leave
us alone! Just-just go away! Think of the children!”

Yuber stopped in his tracks. “‘Think of the children’?”
he repeated. “Okay, how’s this. After I’m done here, I’ll
wake them up in their little beds right before I stab them in their little
hearts. What do you think?”

The woman’s eyes bulged in anger. “Y...you monster!” she shrieked
at him.

“Well, duh.” Yuber scoffed and resumed the ominous stride toward
his soon-to-be victim.

While backing up, the woman lost her balance. “N-no!” she yelped
as she fell onto the grass. Light from the flames caused Yuber’s shadow
to expand vertically in the woman’s direction as she scooted her body
away in a poor attempt to escape him.

Behind one of the Karayan huts on the other side of the village, Luc, Sarah,
and Albert had reappeared.

“Did you hear that?” asked Sarah.

“Hear what?” Luc questioned.

“It sounded like a woman screaming.”

The three stopped in silence. Luc was about to shake his head no, when...

“Aiiiieeeeeee!! Please...not tha- augh...!”

“It came from the other side of the village,” Albert said.

“Damn,” said Luc. “Are the Zexens still around?”

“Only a few, but they’re starting to leave,” replied Sarah.

Though it was not visible, Luc wore an extremely furious expression.

Meanwhile, Yuber was decorating a wooden post with a new ornament he had
acquired from the now deceased woman.

“There we go,” Yuber said happily as he mounted the woman’s
severed head upon the flat surface of the post. “Aside from chaos,
there’s nothing better in the world than some good hard wood!  Come
to think of it, I think I’m getting some hard wood of my own!”
He began to giggle as he moved a hand over the crotch of his pants.

“What are you doing there?” a voice demanded from behind him.

The man in black whirled around to find himself looking upon a knight from
Zexen. “Me? I’m savoring this moment. So shut up if you will...unless,
of course, you’d like to become a part of the next moment.”

The knight glared. “What did you say?! Who do you think you are?!”

Yuber’s eyes narrowed as he whipped out his blades. “I’ll
be your slayer in a minute, I told you. Are all you fools hard of hearing?”

“H-how dare you?!” The Zexen man drew his sword and charged ahead
at Yuber.

Yuber swiftly dodged the attack, countering with a couple of swings to the
man’s back.

The knight dropped to the ground facedown, releasing his weapon. He let out
what sounded like a groan of pain.

“Heh.” Yuber’s smile was clear indication of his amusement.
“Pathetic. This is the best you Zexen knights can do? I’m not sure
you’re even worth the effort of slaying!” With that, he started
to walk away.

“H-hold it...!” There was a faint sound of metal scraping the dirt.

The man in black turned his head. “Hmm...?” From the corner of
his eye, he could see that the knight had moved to his feet and was struggling
to stay standing. “What is it you want now?”

“Aa...I’ll...I’ll kill you...!” Sword in hand, the knight
ran toward Yuber once again.

Yuber quickly spun around. “Not if I kill you first!” One of
lon
long blades skewered the man completely through the left side of his stomach.
Yuber glowered nastily as he then proceeded to shove the other weapon
symmetrically through the knight’s gut.

The knight never had the chance to scream. All he could do during his last
moments was gag on a thick, crimson liquid, while helplessly leaning toward
his opponent.

“Yeah...you like that, don’t you?” taunted Yuber as he sneered,
symbolically thrusting the sharp metal into the knight’s wounds.47;Y47;You
wanted to--ungh!--take me on--ungh!--didn’t you? Well,
that’s--ungh!--fine by me!” He continued grunting and thrusting
until the knight’s corpse had slid almost completely across both blades,
its head resting upon Yuber's chest.

“Ha ha ha.” The man in black then brought his foot up, pushing
the dead body messily off of his twin blades. “That gave me such a chubby.
By chaos, I love war!”

“What?! By the Goddess, what has happened here?!”

Yuber sighed in annoyance as he turned his gaze to a pair of Zexens. Without
a word, he summoned a bolt of lightning, striking one of them dead. He
wasn’t feeling too creative at that moment.

“Nooo!!” cried the other knight as he caught his smoking comrade.
“Hey, you all right, buddy? Hey, answer me, man! Hey...” When he
received no response, he turned his head back at Yuber, glaring at him in
pure hatred. “You bastard...I’ll make you pay for that!”

Yuber sighed boredly. “You say it, but you don’t really mean it.”

“Let’s see if I mean this!” The knight dropped his friend
and predictably advanced toward his opponent, but was knocked back by a swipe
of Yuber’s weapon.

“Again!” whined Yuber in exasperation. “Are you men even
trying?” He walked up to the knight, looking down at him in disappointment.

The Zexen groaned as he brought himself to one knee. “You...you dare
to mock me?!”

Yuber immediately knelt down to the knight’s level, a menacing glint
in his odd-colored eyes. “No. I dare to
kill you!” Before he knight
could protest, Yuber shoved a blade partly into the man’s midsection.

“Guh...h...” Yuber then jerked the bloodied blade out, and the
Zexen stumbled backward and fell over.

The man in black began to chuckle again. “I love it. I love it!”
With an evil grin, he looked upon the knight once more. “Are you still
alive? Well, how about this?!” He took his other weapon and slashed
the man across his throat, watching with fascination as the blood seemed
to spray outward. Yuber drew closer and brought his head down, as though
taking a drink from a water fountain. The dribbling liquid colored his cheek
red.

“Ohhh,” Yuber moaned in ecstasy as he brought a hand up to that
cheek. “So much blood I have drawn, but...never have I had the pleasure
of experiencing its warm touch!” He moved back, smearing the blood across
the right side of his face. His mouth parted slightly, and he began to breathe
a little faster. He ran his stained fingers across his open mouth, his tongue
sampling the thick, crimson ooze. It tasted like raspberry Kool-Aid.

“Sweet is the satisfaction of extracting human blood, but far sweeter
its taste! Argh!” Yuber fell back, breathing even harder. He swung his
untainted arm full-force onto the ground, his eager fingers ripping and clawing
at the dirt. “Oh, chaos! My only love!” He violently pulled up
thick clumps of dirt, grass and all, and brought it up to his non-stained
cheek.

Yuber giggled hysterically as he shoved the dirt into the clean part of his
face, while still rubbing the other side with the knight’s blood. He
began to roll over on the ground slowly as he did this. After a while, his
hands were traveling southward, fingers trailing filthily down his neck.
Yuber moved over on his back then, putting his soiled gloves upon his chest.
The man dirtied the fabric of his coat as he rubbed his clutching hands all
over himself. His body squirmed on the grass as a wonderful sensation filled
his soul.

“Must...have...more!!” Yuber screamed excitedly, turning over on
his stomach. He got up on all fours, and began a slow, seductive crawl toward
the Zexen whose blood he had tasted. “You don’t mind, do you?”
he asked teasingly as he approached the armored man. “Tee hee...”

Lowering his face in a cat-like manner, Yuber brought his lips to the open
throat of the dying Zexen knight. Just then, his mouth parted, and his tongue
began a gradual trek across the bloody laceration. “Oh...yes...not chilly
yet...YES!” There was a massive bulge within Yuber’s pants, and
by now he had grown quite desperate to free it. He had to free it. He just
had to...

“GOOOOOOOOOO!!” shrieked the man at the top of his lungs.
“Nuh...!” He flipped the knight over on his stomach, rapidly tearing
away his clothes and armor. Yuber grabbed his blades, slicing and cutting
fanatically at the soldier’s back. Being as brutal as possible, he drew
enough blood to make himself happy.

With another roar, Yuber threw his weapons aside and hopped to his feet.
In a disturbing euphoria, he ripped the button off of his trousers and unzipped
them, pulling them down completely. With a relieved sigh, he set his gaze
upon the knight once more.

“Yuber?” Albert called. He had been walking on this path for some
time now, while Sarah and Luc had taken separate routes.

“Yuber--” He stopped in his tracks as he heard a horrible noise
in the distance. It was a combination of animal shrieks and grunts. “Oh
no...”

Albert sprinted toward a collection of huts, hoping he wasn’t too late.
As soon as he turned a corner, however...

“Yuber? Yu--” Albert came to a complete halt as a horrific scene
played before him.

There, in frof hof him, was the one known as Yuber making a complete spectacle
of himself. He appeared to be straddling the mutilated body of a Zexen knight,
and he was not wearing pants. With one hand, he was energetically rubbing
the exposed wounds of the dead body in a circular motion, causing the blood
to swirl in the middle. With the other, he was vigorously masturbating, using
the crimson he had collected from the palette of the knight’s back.
Yuber would bounce on the backside of the corpse from time to time, evidence
the aggressive fellow was no longer repressing his lust for brutality, to
the extent of any compromise he might have made with his temporary comrades.

A few seconds later, Yuber finally noticed Albert’s presence and lifted
his head. Wearing a strange look upon his face, he unabashedly grinned at
Albert while Albert stared back, completely expressionless.

No words were traded as Albert lowered his eyes down to Yuber’s left
hand, which was still on the corpse’s back, and then up to Yuber’s
dirtied, bloodied face, and down again to Yuber’s other hand which was
sliding down a certain portion of Yuber’s anatomy, and again up to
Yuber’s sullied face with those piercing, two-toned eyes. A long,
uncomfortable silence ensued.

And then, Albert backed away slowly, hands lifted slightly. He continued
in this manner until he was completely of sof sight. About five seconds later,
Yuber could hear Albert’s voice in the distance.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. Let’s try
again tomorrow.”

*** THANKS TO SUPERMAN DUO AND ~KASUMI, WHO INSPIRED ME WITH THEIR WARGASMIC
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