Post by thebutlerdidit on Feb 6, 2013 20:55:04 GMT -5
He sat in the kitchen. There was the cutting board with meat on it. He smiled and started hacking at it with a meat cleaver. Then the cook walked in, "Oh! My lord! Do you wish for me to get that for you?" He looked down the corridor and up the back stairs, "I see no one. Good. You know how much I hate calling you 'Lord', Tristan." Tristan smiled and acted as though were to hit him with the cleaver. "We leave tomorrow and was preparing some food." They had been best friends since they were 4, meeting each other at a local library. Both their mothers were nurses and loved reading. They first got into a fight over who would read, Crystals of the Galaxy first.
They started reminiscing and a guard ran down the back stairs, "My Lord! We have a soldier that has been shot in his mid-section!" Tristan jumped up and quickly asked, "Is there visible bone?" The soldier replied, "You can see right through him!" Tristan ran out of the kitchen still clutching the meat cleaver. "My Lord, the knife!" Looking over his shoulder he shouted, "I'll need it!" The cook sighed, "And I just washed it..." Tristan and the guard ran out into the West Courtyard. Inside of the sea of people was a soldier on a portable table. A nurse tried to tie up the bleeding. "Get back!"said Tristan pushing people aside. "Let me see him!" The soldier lay with the ability to see through his abdomin and see his three hearts pumping. "I'll need a sewing needle, thread, Chlorine Diarsenic, a cyndrotane lighter, a copper wire, and a bed sheet!" all of these were brought to him. He first wrapped the bed sheet around his mid-torso. He poured the Chlorine Diarsenic on his open wounds. The soldier screamed from the pain but another layer of skin began to form in the hole. As swift as a machine, he heated the wire and pinched it through the remaining muscle holding the sides of his waist in place. He then strung the needle without flinching and sew his organs back into place. Then slamming the meat cleaver... to cut the string from the needle. Tristan turned to the nurse, "Take him to the infirmary. I'll make a cocktail of Sodium Germanate and Mercury Disilicon. It will form a protective seal around his waist.
He will heal in about 2 months." Tristan pulled out the cleaver from the table and began to walk towards the West doors. There was silence in the courtyard. When he got inside, instead of turning back towards the kitchen, he went strait into the conservatory. The gigantic glass chandelier hanging from the glass roof reflected the light of the sun, washing the plants in a bright yellow light. In a clearing of the plants there was a black case that held a writing thing that Tristan's great-great-great Grandmother traveled to a strange planet in an eight-planet solar system. In a pile of rubble with a sign that said 'Antiques' with this heavy writing implement in a metal cabinet. She took it and it was passed down through the generations. Tristan slammed the cleaver into the table and sat down to type: To my best friend...
They started reminiscing and a guard ran down the back stairs, "My Lord! We have a soldier that has been shot in his mid-section!" Tristan jumped up and quickly asked, "Is there visible bone?" The soldier replied, "You can see right through him!" Tristan ran out of the kitchen still clutching the meat cleaver. "My Lord, the knife!" Looking over his shoulder he shouted, "I'll need it!" The cook sighed, "And I just washed it..." Tristan and the guard ran out into the West Courtyard. Inside of the sea of people was a soldier on a portable table. A nurse tried to tie up the bleeding. "Get back!"said Tristan pushing people aside. "Let me see him!" The soldier lay with the ability to see through his abdomin and see his three hearts pumping. "I'll need a sewing needle, thread, Chlorine Diarsenic, a cyndrotane lighter, a copper wire, and a bed sheet!" all of these were brought to him. He first wrapped the bed sheet around his mid-torso. He poured the Chlorine Diarsenic on his open wounds. The soldier screamed from the pain but another layer of skin began to form in the hole. As swift as a machine, he heated the wire and pinched it through the remaining muscle holding the sides of his waist in place. He then strung the needle without flinching and sew his organs back into place. Then slamming the meat cleaver... to cut the string from the needle. Tristan turned to the nurse, "Take him to the infirmary. I'll make a cocktail of Sodium Germanate and Mercury Disilicon. It will form a protective seal around his waist.
He will heal in about 2 months." Tristan pulled out the cleaver from the table and began to walk towards the West doors. There was silence in the courtyard. When he got inside, instead of turning back towards the kitchen, he went strait into the conservatory. The gigantic glass chandelier hanging from the glass roof reflected the light of the sun, washing the plants in a bright yellow light. In a clearing of the plants there was a black case that held a writing thing that Tristan's great-great-great Grandmother traveled to a strange planet in an eight-planet solar system. In a pile of rubble with a sign that said 'Antiques' with this heavy writing implement in a metal cabinet. She took it and it was passed down through the generations. Tristan slammed the cleaver into the table and sat down to type: To my best friend...