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Very good chapter hlow. :( I'm wondering if Seth has become like Sytin. I'm thinking some traumatic event with Zen may have triggered this...?

 

Here are some mistakes I found:

 

Letting go the hilt, he clenched his fists and socked them into the faces of two opponents...

 

It should be "Letting go of the hilt..."

 

That's all I could find...

 

It's really good so far, but I really think you let Seth and Derek get captured too much. True, the capture/escape ploy can be pretty intensive, but I don't think you should overdo it.

 

I like your fight scenes. They are very delicious like Buland and Fake's fight scenes. I am drowning in the buffet of fights with yumminess. :D

 

So, I'm not that good of a final rater. In fact, I suck at marking things on a scale of 1-10. Oh well. 9.3(repeated)/10

 

-Wabbit

They've only been captured like two times (one in this story, the other in the first book).

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Chapter Four: Distortion

 

"Wakey, wakey," Royius taunted in front of Seth and Derek's motionless bodies, "It's time to get up."

 

Seth and Derek's eyes slowly peeled open, still fearing of what they were going to see. They knew they were in a tight situation, as they were tied with their hands behind their back, wrapped neatly behind the chair they were sitting on. Their ankles were surrounded tightly by strong, durable rope against the legs of their seats. They found themselves in a small room, with one torch on the side of the wall. There was just one door, which was enforced with a defensive steel material. There was a leather chair plotted behind a wooden desk topped with many text-filled papers. They could spot puddles of water on the ground; they were most likely to still be in the sewers, possibly in Royius' office.

 

The two brothers stared at each other helplessly, unknowing of what to do.

 

"Finally..."

 

"Who are you?" Derek muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes looking down and his voice uneasy.

 

Royius just glanced at him weirdly, his mischievous presence still existing amongst the three men in the small room. Without even hesitating, he responded, "My name is Royius. I am the leader of the Fraternity of Lost Thieves."

 

Seth, with an angry and puzzled, yet guilty look on his face swore at Royius' feet. "I swear, those guys are supposed to be dead. We made sure of that."

 

"I understand," Royius answered, a smirk on his face, "I should let you know though; that whole incident in Falador definitely left a powerful blow to us, but we are a gang that covers a lot of land in Gielinor, even as far as Ardougne." His smile grew only wider.

 

"Is this what you do?!" Derek suddenly burst out angrily. Seth stared at his brother, surprised. "You lure people into your stupid little tournament, force them to kill opponents, and then hold them captive? Is this what the Fraternity does?!"

 

At that, Royius chuckled with laughs made of pure evil. He was a man that would be able to put on a friendly act, yet drive fear into the veins of his enemies, because behind his smug and sarcastic self, he was a very powerful man that was willing to do bad things. "We did not force you. Simply not attacking would have stopped you from not killing them. Or you could have not used your blades, and just knocked your opponents out. That would have gotten you out of the cage without any guilt. Your brother here, just decided that it was right to have killed the opponents, I guess."

 

"Shut up!" Derek spat, defending his brother from any further guilt.

 

"Why are we here? Is it because I killed your men?" Seth mumbled, looking down at the floor with an expressionless face.

 

"Partially," the leader of the Fraternity replied bluntly, "But I've brought you here to make an offer for you two." He leaned a little towards Seth and Derek. "I would like to ask you two to join The Fraternity of Lost Thieves."

 

"What the hell?" Derek responded, "Why in the hell would we like to join The Fraternity of Lost Thieves?"

 

"I don't know," Royius shrugged, backing away from the two a little and taking a seat atop his desk, "But I'd like to let you know something..."

 

"Look," Derek interrupted, his aggressive voice in suit, "First thing we become part of this stupid gang, and we're going to kill you and all your buddies in here. Just like back at Falador. We nearly made this whole thing extinct!"

 

"I know," Royius said, picking up a whole sheet of paper from behind him on his desk. He skimmed through it and showed it to Seth and Derek.

 

He pointed to the many words on it emotionlessly. "Both of you were pursued by The Fraternity of Lost Thieves when you lived in Varrock. You know, before you guys moved to Ardougne. You were attacked by many assassins, but managed to fight back and get rid of them." Seth and Derek stared at him, puzzled, but Royius just continued, "You arrived at Falador, met a man named Synit who was kidnapped by The Fraternity and forced to kill you two. With all unneeded explanations aside, The Fraternity of Lost Thieves began their attack on Falador, where you three, at the time were white knights. You managed to kill most of the thieves, and murder the leader of the Fraternity, Steven." He paused, and took a small sigh, "And then you two moved to Ardougne; you guys must've left the city because we lost track of you from there."

 

"Okay, so...," Seth started slowly, "What are you even trying to say here?"

 

Royius got off the top of his desk, looked directly in Seth's face and with a serious voice, he spoke, "I'm saying... that I can find out where you guys are at any point in time."

 

Seth didn't flinch at Royius' words, instead he replied, "Alright, but it seemed like you didn't know where we were when we left Ardougne." There was a doubtful, but serious look on his face.

 

Royius took a long sigh, and looked away from Seth. He stepped back, and took a seat on his desk again. "You know... I knew your father." Those words repeated in Seth and Derek's head one more time. A puzzled state of mind began to take over their souls.

 

Derek laughed nervously and even stumbled in his chair a bit, "How would you know our father? He was just a fisherman."

 

Seth glared at Royius carefully as he began to speak, "Yeah. How in the world would you know who he was?"

 

"Simple," Royius said, "He was not a fisherman. He was one of us; a part of the Fraternity of Lost Thieves."

 

Derek quickly yelled in response, "That is just a bunch of bull..."

 

"That isn't possible," Seth interrupted his brother's words, "He was a fisherman!"

 

"I'm sorry it had to turn out this way," Royius answered with a serious voice, "Your father was a part of this gang. In fact, he was a highly-ranked captain." He looked down at the floor. "I actually knew him myself. He trained me," the leader of The Fraternity of Lost Thieves said softly.

 

"No," Derek replied in denial with a hoarse voice, "He trained us only! He was not a part of this stupid gang! He did not kill any..."

 

"How did he die?" Seth's voice was helpless, and his head was in the direction of the concrete floor, "And why...?"

 

"It was because he was getting too involved with other gangs," Royius responded, "Our one rival gang at the time saw your father as a real threat. They murdered him. It was sad, because they killed your father while he wasn't even working." He looked at the two brothers with a blunt look on his face. "They killed him, and although they said they killed your mother too, they didn't. They took her."

 

"Where is this gang?!" Seth burst out suddenly, his eyes teary, "Do they still exist?!"

 

"Seth...," Derek interrupted with a concerned look on his face.

 

"In fact, they do," Royius simply answered, "This is why I'm asking for your help. For both of you to join The Fraternity of Lost Thieves is what your father would have wanted. It is why he trained you, why you have the skills you currently possess today, why you are not dead yet!" He paused, and got off the seat of his desk again, staring straight at the two brothers. "You are destined to get your revenge; destined to fight against this gang, and you will only be able to do so if you fight with us."

 

Derek stared at his brother as Seth continued to stare at the ground with thoughts erupting his mind. Seth was caught in a real dilemma. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak, "I..."

 

 

"Seth," Derek stopped his brother from speaking, "Think about what you're going to say. How will this affect us?"

 

"Look," Royius said calmly, "I can help you two get your revenge. We can stop this gang with your help. It is what your father would have wanted us to do."

 

"Shut up," Derek yelled at Royius, "He was not your father! You don't know more about him then us!"

 

"Oh really?" Royius said in doubt, "Did you know he was a thief and that he was not a fisherman? Did you know he killed people?"

 

Derek, ignoring Royius' words just glanced at Seth, "Seth, you can make the decision. We are brothers, and we'll stick together until the end. But think to yourself,is this worth it? Is it worth getting involved with illegal activities and underground gangs to get the revenge?"

 

We are brothers, and we'll stick together until the end, Seth thought carefully, Is it worth it?? These thoughts only hurt his mind, and he just ignored them. He made it like his brother's words didn't mean a thing when he opened his mouth to speak.

 

Royius and Derek looked at him carefully, waiting for an answer.

 

"Will you do it?" Royius asked once again, "Will you two join The Fraternity of Lost Thieves."

 

There was a brief moment of pausing, but then an answer finally came out from Seth's voice.

 

"We will."

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Chapter Five: Management

 

And at that, Royius couldn't help but flash a grin. "You have made the right choice, Seth," he said, still continuing to smile, "Your father would have really wanted this."

 

"Seth, did you even listen to me?" Derek whispered angrily at his brother, "Did you even think about what we're getting ourselves into?"

 

"What's our first job?" Seth questioned bluntly.

 

There was a moment of silence for a brief second in the room.

 

Royius took a seat in his desk again; he was a little relieved of Seth's answer. "Well, you're eager, aren't you, Seth? I suppose I could get you two to perform a mission today." He observed at the papers on his desk, picking one up and reading from it. He spoke with his eyes moving along with the text on the page, "I trust you two are experienced enough to handle some dangerous people?"

 

"Yes, we've had our experience, definitely," Seth answered, "What do we have to do?" Derek did not bother to speak, and just glanced at Royius and Seth as they conversed.

 

"It's at the Varrock lumber yard," Royius explained, "We've recently found out that some of our trusted men have been scamming us... taking our merchandise... keeping it over there to sell for themselves."

 

"Merchandise...?" Derek asked suspiciously, "What are you talking about?"

 

Royius spoke, giving out a straightforward answer, "Stolen goods. We steal goods, and sell them at discounted profits. We're called The Fraternity of Lost Thieves for a reason."

 

"Go on with the job...," Seth said, a little impatient.

 

"Yes, of course," Royius began once again, "We need both of you guys to go there and teach them a little lesson..."

 

"We're not teachers," Seth interrupted.

 

"Kill them," Royius responded, annoyed, "Because you see, whether or not they are our fellow employees, if someone double-crosses me, I'll make sure there is a cross above their head." He thumped his fist against the top of his desk, and hollered 'hey' towards the door. Two men walked inside quietly. "Untie these two and let them out," he ordered casually.

 

Seth and Derek were silent as the henchmen worked on the ropes around their feet and hands. They then stood up, relieved from the fact that they were able to move.

 

"Follow me," one of the henchmen said in a low voice, and so the two brothers followed him.

 

"Wait," Royius interrupted their brief exit, "Once you guys are done; go to the Jolly Boar Inn. There will be two men sitting at a table nearest to the stairs. There's going to be a crate filled with valuable diamonds near the sawmill machine. Take one, and bring it to the men at the inn. That way, we can get that place cleaned up well, and that I can trust both of you. And if you ever so try to escape Varrock, I will have you by the necks."

 

Seth and Derek stayed quiet as they were led through the long, damp corridors of the sewers. Finally, they arrived at where this all started; the manhole. They exited the sewers, climbing silently out of the dark underground. The manhole lid closed tightly behind them. Together, they casually strolled away from the area, after their weapons had been recovered to them. They were on their way westward, slightly uneasy about their mission.

 

***

 

"Why are we doing this...?" Derek inquired, with a hint of a whining tone.

 

"It's for our family, Derek," Seth simply replied, "We're doing this for him, to avenge his death."

 

"I understand that, Seth!" Derek yelled angrily now, "But it doesn't mean we have to get involved with something like this!" He paused for a brief moment. "Man, a couple years ago, we were fighting these guys to save a whole city. Now, we're helping them destroy one!"

 

"I don't want the justice for our parents to go unanswered," Seth explained, still with a calm voice.

 

"You think I don't like that the murderer got away with this?" Derek said, looking directly at his brother with disappointed eyes, "I understand the idea of revenge, but it's not worth joining a dangerous gang and doing deeds for them!"

 

"Listen, Derek!" Seth finally answered back with a powerful voice, "You heard him; if we try to escape, we'll get killed. And I know you can tell it too; this guy isn't like Steven. He's much smarter and powerful. And if we refused to join The Fraternity, he would've killed us." The two walked forward, slowly arriving at the eastern gates as they passed the local bank.

 

Again, a pause of speech had occurred between the two as they exited the gates, ignoring the supervising guards.

 

"You're... you're probably right," Derek murmured helplessly, "But once this gets too crazy, promise me we'll get out of this."

 

"Alright," Seth answered, sighing, "I promise we'll get out of this if it's too crazy."

 

Promise may have been too strong of a word. Both of them spotted the Jolly Boar Inn, further away from the Lumber Yard near the dangerous wasteland known as the wilderness.

 

The sky above them was dark, with stars beginning to light the breezy night.

 

With that, Derek felt a little bit more satisfied, just as they arrived at the Lumber Yard he announced, "Here it is."

 

"We're killing criminals," Seth spoke, "It's not like they're all innocent or anything."

 

The two brothers stood in front of the Lumber Yard gates, which was bound together by a giant lock.

 

"Hey! Anyone in there?" Derek hollered, slamming on fist on the wooden gates.

 

A voice boomed from inside of the gates, "Hey! Cut that out! This lumber yard is closed, so go away!"

 

"Maybe we can get in from here," Derek said, peeking inside of the small shed connected to the yard.

 

Seth joined his brother and examined inside as well. "Nope, no door leading inside." He turned his head to the side, and noticed something, "Wait." Seth walked towards the side of the Lumber Yard, which was surrounded by a tall wooden wall. The two brothers stopped as they got to a hole in the wall, which was a bit covered up by a wooden box.

 

Derek chuckled, "Do they think this wooden box can stop someone from getting in from here?" There was even a little room for someone small to slip through.

 

"Come on," Seth began, pushing the box out of the way. They crawled through the hole and both stood up. They were in the Lumber Yard. They quickly glanced around at the area; there were a couple dead trees and some trees stumps around them.

 

There were a couple huts and cabins too. Everything was wooden, the walls, the crates, the fences, everything.

 

"Hey, who the hell are you two?" a man spoke from beside them at a distance away, "We've got intruders guys!"

 

And at that, men, criminals dressed in ordinary clothing, began to surround them. They slowly crept outside of the sheds, behind walls and just stared at Seth and Derek. The brothers whipped out their blades from their sheaths, and prepared to fight. Their opponents also stood there, battle-ready with swift-moving daggers and long-swords wrapped tightly in their hands.

Seth and Derek tightened the grip around their hilts, "We fight these guys, and then get to the sawmill for the diamonds." Derek nodded in response.

 

Then, the brawl began.

 

The men charged at the two brothers. Seth and Derek, their swords held up and ready to fight.

 

Seth swiped his blade skilfully at the oncoming attackers, slashing through the flesh of their opponents. He proceeded on to stab one man, kicked him out of the way in time to avoid the attack of another. The man that attacked Seth had aggressively lost his sword as it was jabbed right into the side of a dead tree in the area. Seth quickly saw the time to react, and as the criminal reached for his weapon, he elbowed his arm. The man bent down, clutching in his arm in pain. Seth threw a knee up at his opposition's face, who was knocked out cold and lay silently on the ground.

 

Derek threw his sword's blade through the stomach of one of the attacking men. He then used his foot, pushing the limp body off his weapon. Just as his victim had hit the floor, Derek was struck by a fist on his cheek. Derek violently hit the floor, his head hitting at the base of the tree. He was a little dazed and was about to ask for assistance, but then noticed his brother already caught up in his own fight against the rest of the men.

 

Derek looked back up in front of him, noticing the man that had previously hit him had both of his hands gripped tightly around the hilt of his hanging dagger. Derek, noticing a dagger jammed in the tree trunk his head lay on, quickly reacted by rolling off to the side, narrowly dodging the stab dropped down by the criminal. He then bumped his body against the trunk of the tree, knocking the dagger off and dropping right into his hands. Derek whipped the dagger into the leg of his attacker, who fell to the ground, screaming in pain. He stood up, and left his opponent on the ground to die.

 

Seth was fighting away from his brother's area, and was easily handling himself by killing off the remaining betrayers. He turned around, about to finish with his last victim until Derek had stole his attack and socked the last criminal in the temple, who then dropped to the ground, motionless.

 

"Got your back, brother," Derek said to Seth, smirking.

 

"Whatever," Seth muttered back, and looked away, "Let's just go and get a diamond."

 

Seth and Derek arrived at the sawmill, and surveyed the area. The sawmill was a simple contraption; put in wood, and it would saw it for you. There was a box left right beside the machine, probably the one with the diamonds. They slowly strolled towards it.

 

"Man, we really flushed this place out," Derek said softly.

Seth lifted the cover off the box, which revealed a large amount of gemstones. "Look at it, it's beautiful," he spoke with amazement. He gazed with wondering eyes at the piles of rich stones. This could make me rich, he thought.

 

"Whatever," Derek murmured to his brother, "We're just here for the diamonds. Remember that, okay?"

 

Seth shook his head, abruptly snapping out of his greedy emotion, "Yeah. You're right; I forgot." He reached into the box, about to take a diamond from the pile. He stopped halfway, all of a sudden.

 

Derek just stared at his brother, confused, "Seth, what the hell? Hurry up and take one."

 

"I can't...," Seth said with a hoarse voice, "I can't move."

 

Derek just laughed, "Come on stop...," he felt his body freeze up after a brief rush of energy went from his back and covered the rest of himself. "I can't... move either!"

 

"Hey, you two!" a man appeared in Seth and Derek's peripheral vision, "I see you're trying to steal our diamonds. Well listen up you two, finders keepers. And we found it first!"

 

Seth and Derek finally had the energy to move again, and they turned in the direction of the man a couple feet away from them.

 

He had both of his palms facing at the brothers, a greenish-coloured energy glowing under the night sky. There were light goggles wrapped around his bald head, and he had a scruffy beard along with a thick moustache. He had grey gloves and t-shirt, with a white apron on.

 

"An earth spell," Seth whispered to himself. The air felt tense; Seth and Derek knew this man would be strong. They stood there, frozen, and again, unsure of what to do.

 

"Who are you?" Derek hollered at the man standing in front of them.

 

"I'm the sawmill operator," he explained casually, "I reckon you two are here to take the gemstones, and you were sent by the Fraternity, huh?"

 

"Actually, yes," Seth responded, feeling the fear of this confusing man disappearing, "You betrayed the Fraternity. You must pay for stealing from us." Derek flinched at Seth's words.

 

"I'm not afraid," the sawmill operator simply answered, shrugging, "The Fraternity is small-talk compared to what I am part of." He laughed.

 

"The Fraternity put their trust into these men," Seth proclaimed, "Now, they are dead, and you will be too."

 

"I don't care," the sawmill operator replied, folding his arms, "They were part of The Fraternity. You fill them with dreams of power, and they can only become vulnerable as ever. You see, I am part of a gang much more powerful than the stupid Fraternity. I convinced these guys to betray their own gang. What a bunch of idiots! You've got to start from the bottom of the chain, like me, because there is no shortcut to the top of a ladder."

 

Derek didn't feel like speaking. He felt as if this man's words were true and actually meant something to him. Dreams of power... vulnerable as ever...,the thoughts continued to repeat in his head.

 

"Oh, and what exactly is this gang called?" Seth questioned.

 

"We are the Moonlighters' Cult," he said bluntly, "We operate much like The Fraternity, only we are better. But anyways," he spoke, cracking his knuckles and the bones around his body, "Let's fight."

 

***

 

"What do you think happened to them?" the man, set to meet the two brothers at the Jolly Boar inn, said to his fellow member.

 

"I don't know," the other replied, "Do you think they ran away?"

 

"I doubt it. Royius means business every time, man. But they shouldn't be taking this long. I even heard the betrayers were just a bunch of low-ranked goons from the Fraternity working in the Lumber Yard."

 

"Look," one of them started, "We'll check it out, then. That way, we'll know whether these brothers have been doing their job."

 

The two nameless members of the Fraternity of Lost Thieves got out of their seats, took the final sips of their beers and left the building.

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What is this... an update of some sort?

 

Chapter Six: Descent

 

The goggled sawmill operator threw his palms forward, his green-glowing pulsing hands sending thick pieces of rock towards his two opponents.

 

"Out of the way!" Derek yelled under the dark starlit sky.

 

The two quickly evaded the attack, rolling on the ground as the earth barrage spell raced above their heads, nearly piercing the edges of their skin. Seth and Derek then saw the time to make their move. They leaped from their current position, darting towards their skilful opposition. The sawmill operator dodged Derek's first strike, swiftly leaning back to avoid the deafening attack. Seth attempted to lay a hit on the sawmill operator too, but he was too quick and had took a rapid step back. Derek, who was still into the fight, had his blade swiping down at him, and a line of blood was drawn across the sawmill operator's chest, a tear suddenly appearing through the clothing on his chest.

 

The sawmill operator, realizing that he was clearly outmatched, hurriedly made an attack on the two brothers. He quickly whipped out a steel dagger with a light-green coloured tip on its end. In one motion, as he grabbed the dagger, he jabbed his dagger forward at Derek's stomach, and then sending an earth spell, narrowly missing Seth.

 

Seth, dodging the attack, captured the sawmill operator's arm, and then released it as he elbowed their opponent in the face. The sawmill operator was thrown a couple steps back until he hit the floor, hard.

 

Seth was feeling satisfied now, his tension gone, and the fear of this man, gone. The grip he had around his sword was tighter than ever and he had the feeling of pride running through his veins. It was time for him to finish the job. Job, job, job..., he heard the words repeat in his head.

 

"Seth...," a whimpering voice appeared from behind him, "Help me."

Then, Seth stopped in his tracks, surprising the injured sawmill operator. His eyes were widened and he twitched a little at the sound from over his back. The idea of the sawmill operator's violent death disappeared from his mind, and he followed the voice back to his own brother. Derek lay on the floor, clutching the wound he had taken from the dagger.

 

Job..., Seth thought about the word again. I'm not here to kill this man; I'm just here for the diamonds. Here for my family, my brother. "Derek," he said, rushing to his brother's side.

 

The sawmill operator, who had been charging up his bind spell the whole time, finally unleashed it. Rings of green energy sliced through the wind and struck the two brothers, just as the two men from the Jolly Boar Inn had arrived at the scene. "We've got enough of what we need from this place anyway. One box of diamonds isn't going to change a thing," he hollered as he scurried away from the Lumber Yard. The sawmill operator blasted an earth spell at the fence, leaving a large hole in it. He finally exited the area, the men from the Fraternity not even bothering to go after him. The sawmill operator dashed away in the distance, disappearing under the night sky.

 

Seth and Derek had just recovered from the immobilization spell.

 

"Ugh, Seth, I don't feel so good," Derek moaned, his hand covering the wound on his body, "It's stinging."

 

"Let me see it," Seth said, kneeling down and pushing away Derek's covering hand. There was a gash on Derek's stomach, with blood racing out quickly. Surrounding the wound were dark markings, almost like he had been burnt.

The air around them was crisp as the two men from the Jolly Boar Inn slowly approached the brothers.

 

"Come on, you two," one of the men said softly, breaking the silence, "We'll take you back to the HQ and get that checked out."

Seth continued to stare at his brother's wound, with his eyes erupting with anger. The Moonlighters' Cult, the term repeated in his head. They did this to his brother.

 

***

 

Seth was the only guest in the Royius' office this time; his brother was at the infirmary of the headquarters. He watched quietly as Royius admirably examined the diamonds retrieved from the Lumber Yard, a devilish yet subtle smirk was seen as he observed each side of a diamond from the pile in front of him. He stopped twirling the diamond in his fingers before he quietly lay it down with the others. Royius looked up at Seth, his eyes looked easy-going, yet they stayed serious.

 

"You and your brother did very well," Royius praised, "The place is being secured with our members as we speak."

 

Seth only bowed his head slightly in appreciation.

 

"Do you know who they betrayed us to work for?"

 

Seth's eyes opened a little wider and the question. He knew exactly who he'd fought against. "The man we fought, the Sawmill Operator, he said he was working for The Moonlighters' Cult." Even the name made him a little angry.

 

"The Moonlighters' Cult, huh?" Royius' voice didn't sound pleased to hear that name too. "Around here, Seth, we don't like them very much."

 

"I don't like them very much either," Seth replied bluntly, thinking about his injured brother, Derek.

 

There was a brief silence between the two as Seth found himself deep in thought. An idea popped into Seth's head; an idea he should've inquired about the first time he met Royius. "The Fraternity wanted to kill us before...," he said softly, his head facing downwards.

 

Royius, who was a bit startled, and recalled the papers he had read, that was written by the previous leader of the Fraternity, Steven.

 

Seth looked up at him this time and spoke again, "Why did they want to kill us?" His eyes were dead serious. "Why did you want to kill us?"

 

"Me?" Royius simply replied, "Seth, you have to realize that I wasn't the leader of the Fraternity before."

 

"I figured it was because of I fought those two robbers at the sword shop...," Seth said, "But now that I find myself related to the Fraternity... What were there reasons for their attacks on us?"

 

"I... don't know," Royius mumbled with his voice stuttering a bit, "Listen, your father was very good to us, Seth. I, personally, thought Steven was a stupid leader. I was one of the couple of members that decided not to fight in Falador."

 

"You didn't answer my question," Seth stated boldly.

 

"Look," Royius sighed for a moment, "Whatever reason Steven had for attempting to kill you and your brother... must've been very farfetched. I don't want you to worry about anything, Seth. I have no intentions of hurting both of you."

Seth couldn't say anything; he felt like his question had just been answered, yet he still wasn't satisfied with the response. The air was dense as the two sat in their chairs in silence.

 

"Would you like to see your brother at the infirmary?" Royius suddenly asked.

 

***

 

Seth and Royius stepped through the doors of the grim infirmary. The quality of the room looked equivalent to the quality of an abandoned hospital. The walls were rundown, the floors were messed up, there were blood stains located on a couple of the beds, and the lighting seemed eerie. They were joined by a man dressed in a bloody apron and white gloves. He stood up from behind a desk beside the door and walked over to the two.

 

Seth saw his brother laying on the furthest bed to the left; the only patient in the room. Derek was sleeping; his eyes were closed, and his body moved as he inhaled and exhaled.

 

"How's he doing, Honold?" Royius questioned the doctor, sounding concerned.

 

"Well," the doctor, Honold, began, "He was punctured in the lower chest area, so luckily he was not hit in the heart." His voice seemed very uninterested. "He's lost a lot of blood, and the poison from the dagger had worsened the wound quite a bit."

 

Seth felt his body tighten up as he listened to the doctor's words.

 

"But he'll be okay, right?" Royius asked.

 

"I'm not sure right now," Honold answered, sighing, "The wound is a bit deep, and so the poison may or may not have affected his organs. I've placed a temporary healing spell on him right now, and by tomorrow, I'll begin to patch up the wound. So, by tomorrow, I'll know whether he's good or not."

 

Seth found himself clenching his fists, and he gulped nervously. The longer he stared at his brother and listened to the doctor's words, the more he was becoming angrier. He found himself thinking about the chance he had to end the goggled fighter's life, and regretted the fact that he hadn't done so. Seth's eyes were wide; his mind was furious and he was now breathing loudly – although he didn't even notice. He was not listening to the doctor anymore; he was only thinking about revenge.

I had the chance to kill him, Seth thought to himself intensely. I could've finished him! He would've been dead! I could've had my revenge. He body was feeling tighter than ever, and he was feeling tense in his mind. I could've killed him, the words continued to repeat in his head. Why didn't I do it...? Seth thought of Derek's whimpering voice from when he was stabbed. Suddenly, he felt his head aching. Seth moaned as he rested his forehead in the palm of his right hand. He clenched his teeth; a reaction to the sudden pain erupting in his head.

 

Honold gave Seth an expressionless look and said, "Are you alright?"

 

"Seth," Royius' voice boomed in Seth's furiously beating head, "Lay down." He attempted to put an arm over Seth's shoulder but Seth pulled away.

 

"I'm fine," he answered, taking his head away from his hand. Seth was only slightly wincing as he said this. "I'm fine...," he repeated, staring downwards, "I'm going home." With stubborn movements, he pushed the door open and exited the infirmary. Honold and Royius watched as he gloomily walked away.

 

***

 

The walk to Seth's home was making it worse. Seth couldn't stop thinking about his injured brother, and how the sawmill operator had done this to Derek. Each and every moment he recalled his brother's voice, his head began to hurt even more. Finally, he had arrived to the safety of his home, and immediately retreated to his soft bed. He dropped onto the mattress and just lay there on his stomach. Seth shut his eyes tightly in an attempt to stop the pain that was bothering his head. He found himself squeezing his softness of his mattress to relieve the anger he was feeling, but it wasn't working. Seth felt like he was fighting a battle in his mind, but he was surely losing it. He plopped onto his back, stared into the ceiling and sighed as his head continued to beat.

 

Suddenly, there was a knock at his door.

 

Seth slowly got up from his bed and took a deep breath. From there, he strolled down his stairs and walked over to the door. He lazily opened it and Royius stood in the doorway.

 

"Hello, Seth. I will be leaving soon, so don't bother asking me to come in," Royius greeted, "Were you sleeping?"

 

Seth only gave Royius a dazed look and said, "I wasn't going to let you in, and I wasn't sleeping. How do you know where I live...?"

 

Royius snickered, "We know where everyone lives, Seth. You should know that."

 

"What do you want?" Seth said with an annoyed voice, partially affected by his headache.

 

"I came by to give you this," Royius responded, taking a small pouch from his pocket and handing it over to Seth, "It was your father's."

 

Seth had a surprised look on his face as he opened the pouch. He reached in and took out a sharp, steel dagger. There was a chain that was attached from the bottom of the hilt to the top of the hilt. The name Skyer was engraved into the blade of the dagger - Seth's last name.

 

"This was my father's...?" he questioned through clenched teeth; his head was still beating rapidly.

 

"Yes, we retrieved it from when he was killed," Royius explained, "I was originally planning to give this to you today, but I forgot. He was really part of the Fraternity, Seth. I'm trying my best to be sincere right now."

 

"Thanks," Seth lazily replied, and began to close the door without a warning. Royius didn't move an inch as him and Seth were only separated by a small space between the door and its frame.

 

"The Moonlighters' Cult," Royius said with an expressionless voice, but made it loud enough for Seth to hear, "They are the ones

that killed your father. In fact, their leader was the one that did it."

 

For a moment, Seth was caught in his own astonishment. His eyes were opened wide, his head began to hurt again, and his fists were clenched as tightly as ever. Seth did not even move the door, and left it slightly closed as Royius gazed at him.

The Moonlighters' Cult, Seth thought, They're the ones. He recalled the moment when he had the chance to kill the sawmill operator, and his brother's cry for help. His body was tensing up more than ever before and his mind was erupting with anger. Seth's fists were clenched tightly, and now he longed for them to be stained with the blood of The Moonlighters' Cult. He could not feel any pain in his head anymore; it was just anger that had showered it. He still stood in the same spot he heard the news from, with the door still opening just a crack. Seth could now hear rain, dropping onto the path in front of his house.

Royius began to casually stroll away from Seth's house, but was not too far from it yet. He stopped as he heard a voice from behind him in the midst of the rain.

 

"The Moonlighters' Cult," Seth said, "I want to kill them."

 

Royius' hands were in his pocket. He didn't turn his body, but instead, he moved just his head so that Seth could only see one side of his face. "Come see me tomorrow, in the morning."

 

Seth didn't say a word this time, and only stood as he felt the rain droplets splash onto his head. He felt determined now and squeezed the hilt of his father's dagger. "I'm not just here for my family...," he whispered in the rain, "I'm here for their revenge." Seth was satisfied, knowing that he'd be able to kill and avenge his family, including his brother.

 

Royius, who still had his hands in his pockets, walked along the path as the night time rain dropped around him. There was a smirk on his face as he stared at the ground with devilish eyes, because he too – much like Seth, was satisfied.

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DAYUM, worth the wait. :(

 

Alright, this has been my, like, first time on these forums in a few weeks. You get my first review! :D (Finway, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. :P )

 

Okay, so, I didn't spot any spelling errors, and... I'm in a bit of a hurry, so let's ASSUME your language was flawless. :D

 

About the story and plot development, I feel that you're doing really well. The ingenious way you've set up the plot thus far gives you a lot of flexibility in terms of plot development WHILE keeping the readers eager for more. You have a lot of description in your chapter which was very pleasing. In fact - it's quite hard to think of a sentence beginning with "My only complaint was." :D

 

Well, I guess this chapter was, in essence, flawless. In a recap, there were no spelling errors, the plot is perfectly set up, and character development is underway. I want more.

 

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Chapter Seven: Glory

 

The sun illuminated a subtle brightness as it narrowly approached its midday position. The wind blew briskly through the trees, with the sound of leaves rustling against the other branches.

 

Seth sat at his brother's bedside in the infirmary of the Fraternity headquarters. There was a deafening silence that lingered in the air with the only sound in the room being made by the droplets of water that fell from the sink's tap. Liquid dropping on the surface of steel was only what was heard at the moment, accompanied by the smell of medical potions that stood along the wooden shelves of the entirely-cemented room.

 

"Seth...," Derek's voice whimpered, signaling his awakening from his deep sleep, "Hey, Seth."

 

His eyes were still closed, and he tried to get up but Seth prevented him from any further movement as Derek grunted loudly.

 

"What are you doing?!" Seth exclaimed as he calmly kept his hand on his brother's shoulder to keep him from standing up, "Don't move." He was surprised, but relieved that Derek had finally woken up. He hadn't spoken to him since he was slashed by the poisonous dagger that had put him in this position.

 

"How bad as it...?" Derek's eyes peered open as Seth stared at his disgusted expression, "I'm not ready to die."

 

Seth's lip tremble, but he didn't feel like crying. Crying was for the weak, he thought. He was angry, not upset.

 

"The doctor said the wound is quite deep; said your insides might be poisoned."

 

"Oh, god," Derek spoke while cringing, "I'm starving."

 

His brother's words made him strike a smile. Starving, Seth thought, Only my brother would say something like that after being cut by a poisonous dagger.

 

"Where am I anyways?" Derek turned his head back and forth, scanning his surroundings, "This does not look like a hospital-"

 

"That's because it isn't," Royius interrupted as he pushed the door open and entered the room with Honold, the doctor, "You're in the infirmary of the Fraternity HQ." Seth and Derek stared at the two men.

 

"How are you feeling, kid?" Honold questioned. He wasn't wearing his apron and gloves.

 

"His name is Derek," Seth answered boldly as he glared at Honold.

 

Derek raised a brow and spoke with wit, "Terrible. Take me to a real doctor."

 

"Well, Derek," Honold chuckled with his semi-worn out voice, "I am a real doctor."

 

Derek examined Honold as he put on his apron and a new pair of white gloves.

 

"Now let's check out that wound of yours."

 

His head slowly dropped in the direction of the white cloths bandaged on his stomach as Honold carefully removed them. Derek's eyes went shut as he spoke, "It hurts...," he winced in pain. Blood splattered on the patch that covered Derek's wound and the area around the gash was still a bit dark. "You're a doctor... can't you make... it stop... hurting?!" he struggled to shout.

 

Seth felt an overwhelming sadness come across him. It was miserable to see his brother like this, and even worse to think that the man who had done this had escaped. He felt stupid, and he felt hurt. Just like Derek.

 

Seth did not like this. He did not like to see his brother in pain.

 

 

***

 

Royius' office was grim and the atmosphere was crisp. Seth was confused at his feelings the more he examined them. He did not know if there was a word that existed for what he was feeling at the moment. It was like an anger so deep that he had not intentions of displaying it. A confusing anger that did not shake you up on the outside, but rather on the inside, in your head. He knew what he wanted to do though. Seth wanted to kill the man who had put his brother in that bed, but he knew for sure that it wasn't as simple as that. That's why it was confusing to him. It was an anger that he did not know how to approach, and therefore it frustrated him to a point of breakage. A point of ruthlessness. A point of desperation.

 

"Your brother will be fine, Seth," Royius assured with a serious look on his face, "Honold is a great doctor that has treated many, many members well."

 

Seth did not say a word. His eyes were drawn downwards and were expressionless.

 

"Your brother's a fighter; I'm sure he will recover quickly. He will not have to suffer anymore."

 

The air was still in Royius' office when Seth finally spoke, "I want to kill him. I want to kill the Sawmill Operator." Royius could tell his words were true, as Seth's eyes were engulfed in anger.

 

"I understand," Royius said, sighing at the same, "The Sawmill Operator is a high-ranking officer in the Moonlighters' Cult. Normally, it'd be a lot tougher to confront him like that - a lot tougher." He glanced down at the sheath attached to Seth's hip. "You will have your revenge, Seth," the leader of the Fraternity said with a quieter, sincerer voice, "For your family's sake, I want to set fire to the Moonlighters' Cult and watch them crash and burn. I want you to help me with that."

 

Seth's eyes arose and stared through to the back of Royius' head. "I understand," he said fiercely.

 

"Now... Seth, I have a small tas for you," Royius said cheerfully, halting the tension in the air. He stood up, leaning on both of his hands that were placed on the papers on his desk. "We have got..."

"Wait," Seth's words had broken Royius' sentence, "My father, my mother... I want you to tell me their names."

 

"You do not know your parents' names?" Royius questioned, taking his hands of his desk.

 

"I need you to tell me," Seth muttered.

 

"Vincent and Rose," Royius replied with a bold expression.

 

Seth did not respond.

 

"Vincent and Rose Skyer."

 

***

Seth stood silently in the centre of the ring he had previously fought at, unfazed by the loud chantings and cheers of his fellow members that surrounded him on the outside. His eyes were fixed on the people that were being pushed into the ring through the chainlink entrance. Five men had entered. They all carried unpleasant looks on their faces.

 

Fear, Seth thought. He backed away from the five men, but with no intentions of fleeing from the inevitable fight he was about to take part in. He stepped backwards until he reached the rusty fence that surrounded them; Royius stood right on the other side, his hands resting in the comfort of his pockets.

 

"These men chose to defy the order of the Fraternity, Seth. They chose to betray us," Royius whispered to Seth, "I want you to make sure they do not commit these intentions again."

 

"Frighten them..?"

 

"Kill them...," Royius simply answered, "For the Fraternity."

 

"For my family...," Seth said as he approached the centre of the ring again, his face in the direction of his opponents.

 

The five men, thinking they had the advantage over Seth, charged in his direction.

 

Seth did not move, and watched silently as they came closer towards him. Royius had told him to kill these men for betraying the Fraternity, and that's exactly what he had planned to do.

 

The cheers only grew louder has Seth swung his father's dagger at the man in the middle, slashing through his neck and cutting open in one swift action. The man dropped to his knees, his own hands around his neck as if he were trying to suppress himself from his own horrific fate. Seth delivered a fast kick to the man's cheek, knocking him from his knees to the ground, unconcious, as blood spilled onto the ring's floor.

 

Using the momentum of his kick, Seth also ducked to narrowly avoid a punch from one of the men, and stabbed him into the stomach before throwing him into the direction of another man. Seth took a couple steps back, narrowly dodging a barrage of fists from another slightly larger opponent. His eyes stayed focused as he caught the man's fist in his own hand. With his free hand, he drew his dagger across his opponent's chest before turning it upside down and driving it through the flesh of the man that stood in front of him.

 

Seth intimidatingly pushed the man slowly of his dagger with his foot and looked onto his remaining opposition. The two men that were left were terrified and were not looking to fight Seth anymore.

 

"He's a wonderful work of art, isn't he?" Blake said bluntly, arriving at Royius' side.

 

"Definitely," Royius replied through smiling teeth, "He's about to make these men a wonderful work of art too, my assistant."

 

"And we are all witnesses," Blake added, smirking alongside with Royius.

 

The Moonlighters' Cult killed my family, Seth thought in his head as he slowly approached his awaiting opponents. My father was a member of the Fraternity. His eyes were fierce, carrying a slight crimson colour and were fixed on his horrified prey. Therefore, any enemy of the Fraternity... the men backed away as Seth came closer to them... is an enemy of mine.

 

The cheers from Seth's fellow members had only increased, powered by the level of brutality he had delivered to the betrayers of the Fraternity of Lost Thieves. He treated them as if they may or may not have been members of the Moonlighters' Cult. It didn't matter to him right now though. As long as they opposed the Fraternity, they deserved to die. He would make sure of it.

 

For his brother, for his family, for his revenge.

 

Suddenly, Seth had whipped his dagger at one of the men - a puncture right through the chest. Before the man fell, he grabbed his dagger with lightning-speed, letting his dead opponent fall of his blade.

 

"Please...," the last man whimpered, as the crowd taunted, but encouraged Seth's actions forward.

 

Seth placed his hand around the man's neck, gripping it tightly. The skilful swordsman brought his blade closer to his face, examining his father's dagger covered in blood. He twirled it around, almost as if he was showcasing his bloodied trophy to his own eyes.

 

He smirked.

 

With that, Seth stabbed the man in the stomach repeatedly before releasing his neck and letting him drop to the floor, dead. He looked up after admiring the work he had just done - he had felt no shame this time. Seth simply raised a fist, and the crowd of thieves cheered him onwards.

 

At that moment, he shouted the words that he'd never thought would exit his mouth.

 

"For the Fraternity!"

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Fake- Thanks for the feedback. I just finished making the outline for this story and since I have nothing better to do, I might as well finish it. Don't you fret, Synit will eventually be introduced in this story and he's cooler than ever. :)

 

Chapter Eight: Proposition

 

The day was bright, as the sun's gaze shone down onto the Varrockian buildings on a beautiful morning. A small breeze blew through the blades of the grass as the very few clouds in the sky, slid across the blueness of the above.

 

"You did a wonderful job yesterday, Seth, " Royius complimented, sitting across the desk in his chair as he stared at Seth, "For the Fraternity. That was good." He chuckled to himself.

 

Seth nodded in appreciation, but his head seemed to only make a subtle movement. His eyes were sharp, and his face remained emotionless. He sat straight up in his chair, as if he were waiting patiently for something.

 

"Ah," Royius began again, "I see. You're waiting for me to give you something to do?" Seth blinked in Royius' direction and tilted his head to the side a little. His mouth did not tremble one bit. Royius picked up a couple papers from his desk before revealing another one in his hands, his eyes thoroughly reading the text on the sheet. "You have somewhere to go, my friend. There is a man, he will be sitting in the table to the right of the entrance of the Jolly Boar Inn. He will be expecting you, and will have pouch of teleportation tablets. He will also be expecting you to give him money, but I want you to hand him his fate. Bring the tablets back to me. Is that clear?"

 

"I understand," Seth replied, acknowledging and accepting the task from Royius, "Does this man have to do with the Moonlighters' Cult?" He was eager for an answer although his expression did not display it.

 

"Of course," Royius answered, smiling, "Take care of him for me, will you?"

 

Seth nodded silently before standing up and leaving the room.

 

***

What...? Seth muttered in annoyance, "How...?"

 

Honold removed his gloves and took off the apron from around his neck, placing it on the counter before washing his hands in the infirmary sink. "The infection has spread to the rest of his body, causing him to become very sick."

 

Seth paused for a brief moment, watching as Honold shut off the water, grabbing his apron before beginning to walk away again. Seth stopped him, wrapping his arm tightly around Honold's wrist. "What do you think-"

 

"What do you mean the infection has spread to the rest of his body?" Seth yelled angrily, his eyes widening in fury.

 

The atmosphere intensified as Honold felt Seth's glare staring into his soul, but he did not flinch. "The infection must have spread before I applied the medication. My timing was wrong, but he'll be fine in at least two weeks." Honold's voice was at its utmost calmest.

 

Seth took a deep breath, losing his grip of Honold's wrist. His eyes shut for a few seconds, gathering his thoughts, but they were clear, he was not happy. Then he took a glance at his brother again, with the rush of anger come through him again. The eeriness of the infirmary added to the density of the air between the two men. Seth felt his fingers curl up into a fist, his wrists trembling with animosity.

 

Suddenly, he threw a fist into Honold's cheek, knocking the unaware doctor to the floor, grasping his face in forsake. Seth was breathing heavily, glaring down at Honold as he lay on the floor, conscious, but intimidated. He felt his message was thoroughly exhibited, and therefore, calmly took towards the door.

 

Honold lay sideways on the floor, and upon hearing the door shut behind him, he removed his hand from his bruised cheek. Then, as he left his eyes examining the ground of the infirmary, he smirked.

 

***

 

The Jolly Boar Inn was quiet, as it regularly was. The inn remained along the ditch that acted as the borderline, separating the safe salvation of Gielinor, and the terrifying abyss known as the wilderness that existed North of it. The interior of the inn was built beautifully, with carefully cut tiles aligning each other on the ground. There was a bar at the back of the room, with a long wooden counter containing a few empty glasses and a single bartender speaking to the two customers that sat on the stools in front of him. There were tables neatly placed along the walls, with the chairs tucked under. It seems as if this inn didn't receive many customers.

 

There was a certain serenity that existed in the ambiance of the inn as Seth stepped through the entrance. He surveyed his surroundings; two customers at the bar, one bartender, two men and a woman sitting at the table from across the room. He then glanced on the right side of the room and a man sat alone, sipping calmly from a glass of ale while reading an issue of the Varrock Herald.

 

Seth took a seat at the table where the man sat. He stared at the man from across the table, and so he put down his newspaper.

 

"Glad you could make it," the unknown man said, smiling, "I think we both know I'm not here to read this boring newspaper." There was an unusual strangeness associated with this man. His voice was rough, a scruffy beard covering below and around his mouth and extremely short hair atop his noggin.

 

"Are you from the Moonlighters' Cult?" Seth questioned, his voice softer than usual so his dialogue would be unaudible to the others in the inn.

 

The man nodded, and at that action, Seth could feel his hunger for this man's blood growing. A Moonlighters' Cult member? Seth thought. Just another enemy. He did not care for the environment he was in; he was going to kill this man whether or not the other people in the room would freak out. Seth felt his eyes draw a line across the man's neck, and imagining the blood pouring out like a waterfall. He hungered for this man's death even more. He hungered for revenge again.

 

"Do you have the gold?" the man asked, bringing a pouch out from under the table and displaying the contents of it; teleportation tablets.

 

"No," Seth answered slowly, stuck in a trance that was brought on by the insanity that currently existed in his brain.

 

"Why not?"

 

"Because," Seth regained his self-control and glared directly into the man's eyes, "I'm here to kill you."

 

Upon hearing this intimidating statement, the man did not even blink at Seth's response. He bit his lip once, looking away and then back into the direction of Seth. "Well, sir, I'm afraid I cannot let you do that."

 

Seth could hear a group of footsteps climbing down from the stairs from over his shoulder, but he did not move a bit. He had a feeling that even the other people in the room were also aware of the meeting occuring in the inn. "A set up, huh?" he spoke, with no hint of fear in his voice, "Who do you think you are?"

 

The man that sat in front of him stood up from his seat, grabbing the pouch and unveiling a sword with a bright shade of grey as material for the blade. "White knights," he said boldly, before motioning the other knight behind Seth to apprehend him.

 

Seth reacted by swiftly unsheathing his dagger and spinning around, driving his blade into the side of the man's stomach that stood behind him. With one hand still on the hilt of his dagger, he clenched his fists and drove his fist into another knight's face. After removing his dagger from the flesh of his first opponent, he lunged it back into the stomach of another knight before spinning around and backing away, allowing the body of the knight he just stabbed to fall off his blade and onto the floor. Seth took a couple steps backwards, until he stood under the exit. He examined his remaining opposition; everyone in the room had their weapons out at Seth, along with the man he was supposed to meet.

 

They were all undercover white knights. No, they were all enemies.

 

"Purchasing teleportation tablets from an unauthorized merchant is illegal," the man proclaimed, "I suggest you give up before we have to subdue yourselves."

 

"Well," Seth began, in a casual tone of voice, excited from the inevitability of bloodshed, "I'm not going anywhere. So I suggest you try me."

 

The white knights in the inn charged in Seth's direction, and a grin stretched across his face.

 

He dodged a lunge by one knight, narrowly avoiding the sword that nearly pierced his skin. Instead, he grabbed the sword by its blade, spinning around until he faced his opposition. Using the momentum from his spin, he tossed the blade into his other hand and then maneuvered his body backwards, a sword nearly slashing his stomach area. Another attack came towards Seth's right shoulder, but using his quick reaction skills, he parried the attack with the white sword. With graceful movements, he spun counter-clockwise, his left arm extended, carrying the white metal blade managed to slash the throats of two opponents.

 

The remaining four white knights took a couple steps away from Seth, who was virtually unharmed.

 

"By the order of the white knight... I order you to halt!" one of them stuttered to shout.

 

Seth lowered his weapons, dropping the white sword onto the floor. He casually strolled over to the body of the man he was told to meet and picked up the pouch of teleportation tablets. One of the white knights inadvertently darted in Seth's direction, his sword grasped in two hands and readied to strike.

 

Seth immediately reacted to the attack, and struck the man in the chest with his dagger with a high degree of speed. He pushed the man off the blade of his dagger, and abruptly engaged another one in battle. He slashed at one knight, who dodged it by moving backwards. Swiftly, spinning his dagger upside down, Seth drove it into the heck of the woman knight. He dodged an attack from another knight, bending backwards to avoid a swipe from a white knight sword. His hand was still placed on the hilt of his dagger, and finally removed its previous position from inside the flesh of the woman's neck. The skilful swordsman tightened his grip around the hilt of his dagger and easily parried an attack from another white knight, throwing the man off balance. He dodged another lunge from a white sword, elbowing the man who delivered the attack and stealing his weapon for Seth's own use. He all performed these actions with such swift and elegant movements, displays such a level of skill unmatched by many others.

 

Seth diced the white sword backwards, slicing the neck of the man he took the weapon from, and then stabbing the man to the right of him with his dagger, right through the chest. He spun around again and pointed the white sword in the direction of his final opponent, and launching the sword from his hands. The white knight managed to dodge the throw, but gave Seth time to attack once again with his trusty dagger.

 

Grasping the hilt with both hands, Seth threw his dagger forward with great power, nearing its tip towards the man's stomach. The white knight attempted to stop the attack forcefully by wrapping his fingers around Seth's wrists. He was thrown a couple steps back until his back neared the wall. Seth still had his eyes on his prey's stomach as he was still attempting to stab the last opponent. As the white knight felt his back touch the wall of the inn, Seth's eyes widened as he could feel his dagger slowly pierce the skin of the man he just attacked. The white knight cried out in pain as blood spurted out of the new wound that Seth had just remitted.

 

The hands around Seth's wrists slowly loosened and dropped, limp. Seth smiled, removing his dagger from the man's stomach and staring at the product of the inn. The white knights were dead. Seth glanced at the pouch of teleportation tablets before exiting the building, and then one last look over his shoulder.

 

His enemies were dead.

 

***

 

"White knights?" Royius said, carefully examining the teleportation tablet as he twirled it around in his fingers. He and Seth sat lonesome in the office.

 

"Yes," Seth simply answered, "It was a set up. I killed them all and took the tablets."

 

"They are straying far from their territory...," Royius mumbled, "That undercover white knight must've really been a member of the Moonlighters' Cult. I guess you could say we did a humble favor for them, getting rid of that man." He put the tablet down onto the desk, and opened his mouth to speak again, "But you did a great job, Seth. With these, we'll be able to pave our way into the illegal tablet distribution. Do you know what that means, Seth?" he spoke with an unusual eagerness, picking up a small bag and dropping it onto his desk, right in front of Seth. The bag shook, and Seth could hear the rustle of gold pieces in it. "This is for you."

 

They were gold pieces; tiny, little gold pieces but Seth felt an unusual attraction to them. Gladly, he grabbed the pouch of gold pieces for his own. They were gold pieces, but he knew they ran the lives of almost everyone in Gielinor. They were powerful. "Thank you," he said, before standing up and walking towards the door.

 

"No need to, but wait," Royius said, raising his palm as if notifying Seth to stop, "I've got lots of more things for you to do, Seth, all of which involving the collapse of the Moonlighters' Cult. Must you complete these tasks for me, I will provide you with gold pieces. Does that sound good?"

 

More gold pieces, Seth thought, And it's all for my family.

 

"Sounds great."

 

Seth exited through the door of Royius office. Honold was standing calmly outside the room, and did not look even glance at Seth, who glared disheartenedly at the doctor as the two briefly passed by each other.

 

Honold waited until Seth left the premises before entering Royius' office.

 

"How is Derek?" Royius asked, sorting out the contents of the pouch.

 

He did not look up at Honold as he replied, "The kid is suffering from the infection the poison dagger gave off. It has spread to his brain, causing him to be very sick at the moment. He'll recover though."

 

"Good," Royius said, and then finally his eyes rose in the direction of Honold, examining the bruise on Honold's cheek, "And how did Seth take it?"

 

"Well, sir," Honold started, "I'm sure you can tell he did not take it well."

 

Royius stared back down at the tablets, which had been sorted completely by the designated spot it teleported its user to.

 

"Just as I predicted."

 

***

The moon shone down on the land of Gielinor, with the creatures of the night roaming the lands, shady men strolling through the streets of Varrock, weary guards standing by the gates of cities and a cool wind, but refreshing wind continued to blow.

 

Seth unlocked the door to Derek's home and stepped through. He was taking quiet steps, as if someone were sleeping and he wanted to do the polite thing and not wake them up. Nobody was in the house but him though. Seth removed the pouch containing the gold pieces from his pocket, and carefully placed it on the table in the room.

 

"A gift," Seth whispered to himself, before leaving the house and shutting the door behind him.

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Another awesome chapter. :P I'm happy your back. The RSS isn't active anymore but I'll always still post on your story. :D

Thanks. :) Yeah, I can see that now. It's quite depressing, seeing how active it was a couple years ago.

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Another awesome chapter. :P I'm happy your back. The RSS isn't active anymore but I'll always still post on your story. :D

Thanks. :) Yeah, I can see that now. It's quite depressing, seeing how active it was a couple years ago.

 

I'm probably going to release a chapter in ROD when I get a chance.

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Fake- Awesome :D I've been rereading the entire story just to freshen my memory.

Delred- Thanks a lot. :) This section may not be active, but I'm still determined to finish this book. Expect a new chapter out by the end of this week!

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Not much action in this one, but I assure you, there will be tons of fighting in the upcoming chapters!

 

Chapter Nine: 14 Days Later

 

The sky above Gielinor was clouded, but sun managed to shine through the white clusters of mist. Rays of light gleamed powerfully, slicing through the clouds as if they were being punctured by tiny needles that seemed to have dropped down from the heavens above. There was a scent of tranquility in nature that lingered through the air, bringing cheerfulness to Gielinor's many inhabitants.

 

The city of Falador was peaceful on this bright morning, with the White Knights' Castle in utter beauty due to the sheer brightness of the sunlight. The architecture seemed almost unearthly, with white bricks placed in such exquisiteness that seemed to give off a dignified ambiance, surrounded by an illustrious moat - a clean one, at that. Falador seemed to have displayed itself as an honorable society, providing visitors with sights of its wonderful white buildings and houses.

 

It was a long and successful road of recovery that this city had propelled on.

 

The captain of the order of the white knights - Synit - sat at his desk in the second floor of the castle, which seemed to overlook the courtyard in which the walls of the fortress surrounded. He was dressed in a casual attire but bore the symbol of the white knights - a sapphire cut in the shape of a rhombus - in the form of a pendant around his neck. He was the only person that was able to wear this necklace; it was exclusive and only to be worn by the man that served as captain of the white knights. There were two white-metal daggers that acted as Synit's weaponry, on the desk in front of him, atop the clusters of paper.

 

Synit glanced at the white knights, casually strolling, yet patrolling through the quadrangle of this stronghold. The White knight captain looked down, back at the papers on his desk. Ten names were written down one of the papers, with descriptions of each person beside each alias. 'Deceased,' was written in red over all the descriptions. These were the white knights that had been undercover at the Jolly Boar Inn.

 

Seth had murdered all ten of them, but that was something Synit did not know.

 

"May they rest in peace," the voice of an aged man mumbled from behind, "They died serving the duty of the white knights." The elder was a priest, with an extraordinarily wrinkled face and small traces of grey hair that remained on the side of the man's scalp. He wore black robes, with the symbol of prayer stitched on the torso of the robes. He wore a necklace of Saradomin around his neck and wielded an air staff, which he mostly used to support himself when walking.

 

Synit was not startled by the interruption, but instead, he sighed as he picked up another sheet of paper. It contained the accumulated information the undercover white knight had gathered upon working with the Moonlighters' Cult. It seems as if the gang's explosive potion and illegal teleportation tablet business had been targeted by the Fraternity of Lost Thieves, according to the intelligence written on the paper.

 

"It's a shame," Synit muttered. His face was emotionless, but there was a hint of fury in his voice. "It seems as if the Fraternity has unleashed some sort of secret weapon against the Moonlighters' Cult - and it's working too."

 

"We will stop them both," the old man said, determination existing in his aging voice, "You will stop them both. You are the best captain these white knights ever had the honour to work under."

 

The compliment made Synit crack a smile. "Thank you, Father Awkel," he said, gazing at a different sheet of paper, containing information on the Fraternity of Lost Thieves. "They may be paving their way through Moonlighters' Cult territory, but they're edging nearer to southern Falador. It'll be a dangerous route, indeed, for them."

 

"I guess that's the spirit," Father Awkel chuckled, "The moment they attempt to strike Faladorian territory, we bite them like a cobra!"

 

Synit's eyes became serious as he listened to the words of the priest. He looked onwards at the courtyard of the castle. With determination abiding in even the deepest sides of himself, he spoke, "And that's exactly what I intend to do."

 

***

"I have been in awe these past two weeks," Royius said as he sat in the chair of his office, leaning against both elbows on his desk, "Your work for the Fraternity has been phenomenal."

 

"Thank you," Seth answered simply, nodding slightly as he stared at Royius, "It's been no sweat."

 

"We've broken into the tablet business greatly, and even the explosive potion trade," Royius explained proudly, "We've set fire to the base of their establishment, and it looks like the supports have just burnt to a crisp." He nudged a bag of gold pieces that was sitting on his desk towards Seth's direction. "I missed your payment for yesterday's work. You've earned this."

 

"What's next?" Seth inquired, slowly grabbing the bag of coins and slipping it into his pockets. He yawned, leaning back in his chair and resting his head against his left hand.

 

Royius paused for a brief moment, smiling at the amount of eagerness he could hear in Seth's question. "Rimmington," he said loudly, enunciating the name of the village thoroughly, "Do you know what makes of that town right now?"

 

Seth shook his head.

 

"It's filled with scum," Royius replied, a disgusted look on his face, "An asylum for the people that transport Moonlighters' Cult merchandise - we've managed to beat some information out of the men you've recently apprehended."

 

"What do you want me to do with them?" Seth asked casually.

 

"It's time we've kicked the Moonlighters' Cult out of their own territory near south Falador," Royius continued, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a teleportation tablet. The tablet had a 'V' on it, surrounded by two light-blue circles. "Have a chat with our friends in Rimmington," he laughed, "Have them tell you where the Moonlighers' product is coming from, and then I want you to go there," the leader of the Fraternity paused for a few seconds, "I want you to destroy it."

 

Seth, unaffected by the brief moment of dramatic silence between the two, simply nodded his head. "That sounds delightful to me. The bloodshed seems inevitable," he said, before standing up from his chair.

 

"But wait," Royius interrupted, also rising from his seat, "I understand you are quite hostile about having my members working with you, but I assure you, these particular members will work to your liking. They are waiting outside, you see. They will be joining you with your task."

 

Seth, although bothered by the thought of working with someone that wasn't a friend or his own brother, accepted Royius statement.

 

"Oh, you must be scared," Royius spoke with sarcasm, "Only two people? I trust you these boys will be all the help you need."

 

Seth nodded once again, already having an idea of the two members that would be supporting him. "I'm sure they will."

 

"Are you ready?" the voice of a youth said, as Seth exited Royius' office. He turned around and saw a teeange boy, tossing a dagger in the air and catching it by the hilt repeatedly as he leaned against the wall beside the door. He had a disgruntled look on his face.

 

Seth knew exactly who this boy was. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by another boy leaning against the wall on other side of the door. It was clear the two boys bore a resemblance with each other. He closed his book and held it in both hands as he spoke, "Yes, his name is Rapid, and my name is Talent. We are pleased to meet you."

 

"You don't have to tell him my name!" Rapid shouted, spitting saliva as he yelled at his brother.

 

"I can do what I want," Talent answered, opening the back again, and digging his eyes into the pages, "I am older than you."

 

"That is no excuse," Rapid argued, angrily, slapping the book out of his brother's hands.

 

Talent calmly turned in Rapid's direction, placing his hands on his hips. "That was uncalled for, brother."

 

Rapid imitated the boy, mimicking his words in a high voice.

 

These were the two boys that fought in the ring a couple years ago, Seth thought for a moment, These two have killed people. He was a little disturbed by the thought as he examined the casualness of the two. They acted much like teenagers, in the fact that they hoped to assert their own dominance and independence. They had murdered people, yet they acted normal despite that fact. They acted like how they were supposed to. They were in fact, teenagers.

 

"Stop," Seth said boldly, and at once, the two brothers were silent.

 

Talent picked up his novel from the ground as Rapid crossed his arms and grunted. "Let's just go already," Rapid spoke in annoyance.

 

"There's an item I need to leave at my brother's house," Seth explained, as the three walked through the halls of the Fraternity headquarters. He was referring to the bag of gold pieces. "After that, we will travel to Rimmington. Do you have everything you need?"

 

The young brothers nodded their heads.

 

"Excellent," Seth mumbled.

 

***

 

Despite the night sky being lit in beautiful stars and the luminous glow that the moon reflected upon Gielinor, much of the moon's radiance ignored the small town of Rimmington. The houses in the village were rundown and the only visible paths were disheveled. It seems as if the most of the homes were burnt down to ashes, but repaired by mediocre carpenters a long while afterwards. TThere was smoke coming from the tops of the houses, but there was no need for a chimney - many of the structures contained damaged roofs. The battered windows were dimly lit by the hazardous bonfires forged in the buildings. There was a chainlink fence that was built, surrounding the entire village with a gateway that led to the town's square - the entrance. Even the fence was grubby with rust, ruptures and rifts. The enclosure acted greatly as an invisible sign, however, a sign telling visitors to keep out.

 

The thought of people living in these conditions almost disgusted Seth enough to cringe as he stared at his surroundings. He turned his head to survey the area around the village. He was able to spot the remains of Melzar's Maze in the distance to his right. The structure had been burnt down after Melzar was killed, which was done at the hands of Seth himself.

 

"Rimmington," Talent began as he stood beside Rapid and Seth on the stone path, "Settled by Crandorians after Elvarg was awakened." He chuckled to himself as he spoke, "Now it's settled by the poor after Zen was awakened."

 

"Do we climb over?" Rapid asked, through the sound of crickets, chirping in the night.

 

"No," Seth answered simply, "We're tackling this maturely - we ask them the question right at the front door."

 

"What happens if they don't tell us anything?" Rapid questioned, doubtful.

 

"We burst right through the door and kill them," Talent replied, his eyes set on the town.

 

***

"Excuse me?" Seth hollered as he stepped towards the tall, metal gates. There was a clearer view of the establishment, and he could see the smaller details of the buildings now - much uglier than he thought. He placed both of his hands on the bars and shook them twice, until he caught the attention of a group of men conversing in the town square. They were dressed in dirty and ripped clothing as they approached the three Fraternity members with a hostile look on their faces.

 

"What do ya want?" one of the men questioned in an irritated voice.

 

Seth motioned the man to lean closer, as he brought his face closer to the metal bars of the fence. The man's ear came closer, and then Seth muttered, "I know you are all transporting Moonlighters' Cult goods. Tell me where they're coming from and you won't have to face any trouble."

 

The man sighed heavily before taking his head away from Seth. "Who do ya think you are?" he questioned, a clever look on his face. He glanced at Rapid and Talent before speaking again, "I don't even know anything about transporting goods."

 

Seth laughed, casually leaning away from the fence. "I don't know anything, he says," he imitated. Suddenly, Seth threw his hand through the fence, grabbing the man by the wrist and pulling his arm through the grills of the enclosure. With his other hand, he unsheathed his dagger skilfully and stuck it into the neck of the man on the other side of the fence. As the other men retreated backwards, shouting for help, Seth kicked the door and it slowly swung open as the limp body leaning against it dropped to the floor.

 

"Don't kill them straight away." He took a step forward into the village, as Rapid and Talent walked in with him. "Let them suffer."

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Here's another chapter, just for the hell of it.

 

Chapter Ten: Chaos

 

"Stop right there!" a man shouted as a group of men formed in the middle of Rimmington's square. Many of them - dressed in ragged clothing - appeared to be armed with weapons.

 

Rapid and Talent both unveiled their blades, preparing for battle. Seth raised a hand, ordering the two boys to halt for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, "I will give you another chance." He approached the group closer and closer until they were a small distance away. Rapid and Talent followed behind him.

 

The tension in the air was stiff under the night sky in Rimmington. The disarrayed buildings surrounded the group, with the fires from inside acting as a source of light for the square. The scent of smoke was apparent, as black clouds of powder arose from the roofs of the ruffled houses. The men all carried alerted eyes that carefully examined the three members of the Fraternity as they neared closer and closer.

 

"You know what we are here for," Seth explained, twirling his dagger around his fingers casually, "I suggest you give us the information we need."

 

"Get outta here!" the man yelled, enraged, "We don't know nothin' about some Moonlighters' Cult gang!"

 

"Funny," Seth replied, a clever smirk stretching across his face, "I never mentioned anything about the Moonlighters' Cult." He turned his head to Rapid and Talent, motioning with his eyes for them to attack. It began.

 

"Remember, let them suffer," Seth muttered to his comrades as the enemies darted in their direction.

 

Rapid moved aggressively as he swiped and slashed his enemies with the dagger that he gripped tightly around his fingers. It seems as if he could only focus on one target as he moved onto the other. Nonetheless, his attacks were efficient and well-placed. Rapid dodged an attack from a man with a wooden sword. He swung his dagger powerfully at the sword's blade, severing it in two. He caught the top half of the wooden blade, slicing the edge against the man's chest, and throwing the wood aside as his opponent fell on the floor. Moving on to another target, Rapid parried an attack from another man's sword. He threw his dagger forward, in hopes of stabbing his opponent, but the man swerved to the side to avoid the attack. Rapid grasped his dagger tightly once again, swiping his blade diagonally, but the attack was parried. The man was thrown off his feet a little bit, leaving his chest open for attack. Rapid lunged forward but stabbed as his blade barely touched the man's torso. Turning his blade upside down, he slashed sideways, leaving a large, bleeding gash in his prey's chest.

 

"That all you guys got?!" Rapid taunted, laughing as more enemies approached him with caution.

 

Much like his brother, Talent harmed his opponents skilfully but instead of choosing one target to deal with at a time, he dealt with multiple opponents. He struck them with amazing speed, all at once, equally delivering his group of opponents a share of the pain. Talent swung his blade sideways, carving a wound in one man's chest. He gripped his scimitar with both hands and sliced diagonally upwards at another enemy. As his blade rose high into the air, he turned around - bringing his weapon down - and lunged forward into an enemy's stomach.

 

"Oops," Talent said, startled, taking the blade out the man's flesh and continuing his fighting. He swung his scimitar with one hand at one man's torso, leaving a red line of blood on the man's chest. With the momentum of the swing, he skilfully allowed the blade to swing around his wrist before catching it again. He turned around, his weapon gripped tightly in his hand and swiped it at another opponent, he fell to the floor quickly after.

 

"You have no idea what you've got yourselves into," Seth intimidated, chuckling as he fought his enemies. His eyes were straight crimson as he delivered slashes to his enemies with proficiency. His speed was overwhelming as his opponents fell to the floor, crippled. Seth spun counterclockwise, his dagger held upside down by the hilt. The blade threw itself into the back of a man, who cried out in pain. He spun the other way around, and used his dagger to slice the same man's torso, kicking him onto the floor afterwards. The swordsman ducked, narrowly dodging the swipe from a halberd, wielded by a larger opponent. He charged forward towards the big man, slashing his dagger as he continued to carry it upside down. The broad target dropped to the floor, a gash forming on his stomach.

 

"When will you men give up?" Seth shouted angrily, swinging his dagger around with such swiftness - dropping several opponents to the ground, clutching their wounds in agony. It was almost impossible for his opponents to catch his movements. His dagger dealt pain to his opponents with a high level of elegance and smoothness, it seemed like a beauty to be witness to his attacks. Seth delivered a tear in one man's flesh, before hearing the voice, requesting the Fraternity members to stop.

 

"Please, stop," a man said weakly, as he lay on the floor, his hand raised on the air as if he were raising an imaginary white flag, "No more, please."

 

Seth had just punctured through the skin of an opponent as he heard the voice. "That's enough," he commanded in the direction of Rapid and Talent. He pulled out his dagger from the man's stomach and took a step towards the injured enemy on the floor. "What did you say?" he said, smirking.

 

"Stop, no more," the man, who was bleeding from a wound on his stomach, spoke in a flimsy manner, "We'll tell you! We'll tell you everything! Please, do not hurt us anymore!" The battle had ceased to continue. The remaining men from Rimmington pulled their weapons down, panting to catch their breath.

 

Seth continued towards the man on the ground as everyone in the village stared. "Say it again," he said proudly.

 

The injured man maneuvered himself uncomfortably, moving slightly away from Seth, who stood in front of him. "No more, please!"

 

"Now," Seth began, turning around to survey the tormented enemies on the floor, "Was that so hard to say?" He turned to the man on the floor again, and said, "Tell me what we need to know."

 

"The maze...," the man answered softly, and seemed to be stuttering as well, "They're using that maze! That's where it's coming from!"

 

"That place is destroyed though...," Rapid interrupted.

 

"No," another man in pain on the floor spoke, "It's underground. They're working underground."

 

"Of course...," Talent said, "Using the basement of a shunned building in an isolated area - how clever."

 

"I hope you're telling the truth," Seth warned, "Otherwise you should be praying to Saradomin we don't come back here if we figure out you're all liars."

 

"It's the truth," the man spoke with sincerity, "We swear. We all do."

 

Seth, Rapid and Talent glanced at each other.

 

***

Melzar's Maze was no longer much of a structure. Once a beautiful work of architecture, now bore a resemblance to that of a burnt piece of paper. The second floor to the maze was no longer present, with ash surrounding the entire base. Only a few walls stood up that acted as the first floor, but burnt marks were located all over the bricks as if someone had decided to paint the entire place with a large piece of charcoal. It was almost startling that this place could hold a safe enough basement to run the transportation of illegal products.

 

"It's time we find out where their real headquarters are located," Seth mumbled, as he examined the ruins of the building from a distance.

 

"I thought we're here just to wreck the insides of that place," Rapid muttered back.

 

"We're here to bring down the Moonlighters' Cult," Seth explained, "So we're going to need to know where to go to do exactly that." It was clear his intentions were still to destroy the Moonlighters' Cult, and hopefully deliver justice to the people that killed his parents and hospitalized his brother, Derek.

 

They cautiously stepped onto the ruins of Melzar's Maze, carefully examining their surroundings. Burnt furniture sat casually in the middle of the large room - a table surrounded by a line of chairs. The floor was littered in black ash, and the interior was more burnt than that of the exterior walls. They searched the rooms, hoping to found some sort of entrance downstairs.

 

"A ladder!" Talent hollered from inside one room. Seth and Rapid joined him as he lifted the wooden trapdoor off the floor, revealing a wooden ladder leading to the basement. He glanced at his two companions. "What's the plan?"

 

"Hurt everyone," Seth responded boldly, as they climbed down the ladder.

 

The three members of the Fraternity surveyed their environment. They appeared to be in a small room, with a single door on one side. The floor was stone and the walls were cold. It was surprisingly quiet, and a certain hostility lingered in the air.They opened the door, and walked through.

 

"Who the hell are you three?!" a voice questioned angrily.

 

Seth, Rapid and Talent stood, unfazed by the group of men that were casually sitting at the tables in the room. It seems as if the room acted as a lounge to the members of the Moonlighters' Cult. Now they all had their eyes laid upon the trespassers that had just entered.

 

"We just want to know where your HQ is," Seth asked naturally, "If you comply, no one will get hurt."

 

"This again...?" Rapid said, sighing and shaking his head.

 

"You've just entered Moonlighters' territory, my friends," the man said, motioning for his fellow members to attack. "You will not be getting out too easy."

 

"You asked for it...," Seth muttered under his breath as he impaled a man in the head with his dagger with astonishing quickness, "This is Fraternity territory - for now."

 

The remaining enemies stood in their tracks, startled at Seth's masterful attack. One of them cursed. "Out! Out!" another one shouted, and the group began to disperse. Seth, Rapid and Talent stopped their enemies in their tracks. In only a couple of seconds, they skilfully killed their unmatched opponents, leaving their lifeless bodies on the ground in the room.

 

"Well," Talent began, lowering his scimitar, "That ended faster than I thought it would."

 

"Talent, take your brother and clear everything through that door," Seth ordered, pointing to the door on the right, "I will take the other door. Meet back here when you are finished, understood?"

 

"Understood," Talent acknowledged before leaving the room with Rapid.

 

Seth walked through the door on the left, and examined the area he had just entered. He was now standing on a wooden scaffolding, overlooking a large room to the right, filled with dozens of wooden boxes - the merchandise. There were rail tracks that ran through the middle of the vast room, providing transport through the carts that rode atop them. On the opposite end of the scaffolding were the stairs that took you down into the area littered in boxes. Seth spotted at least a dozen men working down below him, carrying boxes and placing them in their corresponding sections of the room. He squinted his eyes, seeing a box, stacked with explosive potions. He was in the right place.

 

Seth silently crept forward, seeing a doorway to the left of the scaffolding that was placed against the cold walls of the basement. Slowly, he placed his hand on the doorknob, twisting it and pushing it open with caution. His clutched the hilt of his dagger tightly, readied to attack...

 

In a heartbeat, Seth felt the air being knocked out of him by, what seemed to feel like, hard object, delivering a blow right into his stomach. His eyes widened in astonishment as he was thrown backwards - away from the door - and over top the scaffolding railing. As he fell, he groggily glanced at his stomach. Rocks - with glowing green energy shining from its cracks - were dropping with Seth. The door had also been blasted open; the power of the attack threw the door off its hinges and over the scaffolding. There was a burning feeling of agony that Seth's stomach was engulfed in. The dreadful pain was obviously created by an earth spell, and he had an idea of exactly who delivered it to him.

 

Seth was hit by an earth wave. His fall finally ended as his back impacted with the top of a box of teleportation tablets. He crashed through the lid, causing the entire box to tumble over spill its contents. Seth fell once again onto his back, submerged in the tablets, before finally flipping over and landing hard onto his stomach. His body was limp, his face was flat on the floor, and his eyes were shut. Blood, coming from a cut on his head, spilled onto the ground near Seth. The members of the Moonlighters' Cult froze in their footsteps, alarmed at Seth's arrival. They then gazed back up at the scaffolding where a bald man with goggles leaned against the railing, eying Seth's motionless body.

 

It was the sawmill operator.

 

"Pathetic," he started, "Absolutely pathetic. I'm not sure if that box of tablets is coming out of my payment!" Seth definitely recognized the man's voice, even through his faint hearing. "Hey, wait a minute, I know you! You're the guy... from the sawmill." the sawmill operator, hollered, snickering to himself, "How is your brother doing? Poison doesn't seem to be too healthy these days..."

 

Seth struggled to pick himself up for a moment, but he was able to stand up. He staggered in his posture, as his back was hunched forward and his head facing towards the ground. He gripped his dagger tightly, breathing unusually heavy. He came to a point of realization - the man who put his brother in that infirmary bed was standing in plain sight. This would be Seth's time to strike; revenge was only a couple meters above his head. He could taste it already; the sweetness of victory, the power in bloodshed, the strength in slaying. Aside from the eagerness to avenge his brother - and in turn, his family - Seth was angry to the roots of his bones. He could feel the fury inside of him, trembling, as if it wanted to burst out of his own mouth and scream.

 

Seth felt the change at that time. Once he realized that his anger, and his hunger for revenge, acted along the same lines that brought him determination and power, he changed.

 

"I was...," the sawmill operator paused for a moment, yawning sarcastically for a few seconds, "Expecting a nice brawl here... but all you seem to be doing is breathing like you're insane?"

 

Seth simply laughed, startling everyone in the room, including the sawmill operator. Then, he laughed even more loudly, and slowly, it progressed into maniacal laughter. He raised his head, with fully crimson eyes staring into the soul of the sawmill operator. "Insanity...," he said, through mischievously grinning teeth, "Is what makes people tick. It gives people the courage - the freedom - to do things they are too afraid to do in the first place." His voice was exceptionally raspy. "A little chaos in the brain is healthy, for everyone. Even for all of you." Seth turned around, examining the members of the Moonlighters' Cult that surrounded him.

 

At once, the men backed away in horror, with their weapons drawn cautiously. Some gasped in terror while some cursed at the sight of Seth's appearance.

 

Fangs had grown upon Seth's teeth, the iris of his eye was entirely crimson, and the most frightening feature was present on Seth's forehead - a symbol in black, bearing much resemblance to the shape of a 'W.'

 

It was the symbol of Zamorak.

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Very awesome. The first chapter shows Seth's decent into cruelty whereas the second chapter shows his full-fledged alliance with Zamorak (AKA evil)

Thanks, Fake. :) So will I be seeing that new chapter on ROD soon?

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Chapter 11: Depths

 

The atmosphere between Seth and his opponents were crisp, with nobody making any sudden movements. The members of the Moonlighters' Cult stood frozen in their places, as the Sawmill Operator leaned over the balcony railing, his arms resting casually against the wooden bar of the scaffolding.

 

The air sniffed of sweat and dirt, and Seth - with the scratches and bruises he had attained from the fall - seemed to be affecting him with little significance. He was bleeding from a bloodied cut that had been carved disgustingly across his forehead. The eerie, crimson-coloured liquid from his body was running down his arm, with droplets rhythmically dispersing from his fingertips.

 

"The symbol... on his forehead...," a man warned with a frightened voice.

 

"What do we do?" another voice shouted cautiously.

 

The Sawmill Operator grunted angrily, lowering his head in preparation to yell. "What the hell do you mean 'what do we do?!' He is an enemy of the Cult. Kill him!"

 

Seth was a mannequin, staring blankly at the horrified faces of his prey. Slowly, he placed his finger against the hilt of his dagger, which was tucked comfortably in its sheath to the side. For a brief moment, there was no movement, no sound, no breath - just a second of tension that had surrounded the area.

 

Then, one of the men darted unexpectedly towards Seth, who seemed to be unaware of the man's attack.

 

Suddenly, as the man stabbed his blade forward, aiming for Seth's stomach, Seth drew his dagger with lightning-speed, dodging the attack and cutting a gash into the man's neck.

 

With that, the other men commenced themselves into the brawl.

 

Seth - with great speed - parried the swipes and the jabs from the men's blades that had approached his body. He spun his dagger around, stabbing an opponent in the chest. Elegantly, he threw his arm around the wounded man and upon seeing another thrust from a blade being thrown at him, Seth held the man's body around him like a shield. The attacking opponent's blade collided with his companion's skin, and the edge of the blade went through the body, nearly prickling Seth's torso.

 

Moving with such a high degree of agility, Seth dodged a swipe from another long-sword as he ducked down, cutting a gash in the leg of the opponent in front of him with his dagger. He thrust his blade forward into the stomach of another man, using his free-hand to elbow another man in the nose before finally removing his dagger from the body it had occupied and stabbing it into the enemy he had slugged with his elbow.

 

The coordination of the attacks the men had attempted to deliver to Seth seemed almost messy, but Seth had took the affray and made a beauty out of it. He was surrounded by men with blades attempted to hurt him, but with outstanding speed, his enemies were dropping to the floor one-by-one. The Sawmill Operator had a clear view of the altercation, disgusted by his men's efforts that had proven to be insufficient.

 

Seth grinned mischievously as he parried another attack, skilfully grabbing an opponent's weapon and delivered the dreadful fate of death back against him.

 

The Sawmill Operator could only gaze at the man that was literally murdering each and every one of his men even if they could be overwhelmingly large in quantity in comparison to Seth himself.

 

Chaos had risen from the cold, hard ground that was littered with unmanned swords and dead bodies. Seth feasted upon his final contender, sticking the dagger violently into the back of the man's neck multiple times, before letting him drop to the ground in a puddle of blood.

 

Seth - with the black symbol on his forehead covered in the blood of his fallen enemies - stood hunched over with his back contracting as he breathed heavily. Motionless, bloodied bodies surrounded the floor around him. Suddenly, he looked up at the scaffolding, realizing he was ready to relieve his hunger for vengeance. However, there was nobody there.

 

From the corner of his eye, Seth then spotted something being tossed towards him. He reacted immediately by jumping out of the way - but not nearly in time enough to dodge the attack. Seth felt his fingers lose grip of the dagger's hilt, as if attempting its best in pulling away from the savage warrior.

 

The blast from the explosive potion threw him higher off his feet, grunting loudly with a hurtful wince, his back shaking the wooden box behind him.

 

Seth slowly opened his eyes, his ears still buzzing and his vision blurry as his head was knocked violently against the wood. He could see the silhouette of someone familiar - someone he was hoping to find standing directly in front of him. He could sniff the strong scent of that the potions gave off. He must've been laying against a box filled with them.

 

"Don't move," the Sawmill Operator spoke with his palm raised directly at Seth, "You do know what you are leaning against, do you?"

 

Seth - finally recovering from the minor explosion - gazed cleverly at the man standing in his direction. "Do it," he said with a smirk, "I dare you to."

 

The Sawmill Operator raised a brow, but didn't move an inch. There was a deafening silence between the two figures.

 

"You'll kill both of us," Seth continued, in a bold, raspy voice. He was not hesitant with his words.

 

Although dared to move, the Sawmill Operator stood in his place, his eyes fixed on Seth's with such a empowering concentration.

 

A door from above swung open. Rapid and Talent darted through the entrance, stopping on the scaffolding and examining their surroundings.

 

"Sir!" one of the boys hollered.

 

The Sawmill Operator took a quick glance at the two boys upon the scaffolding - but it was just enough time for a quick-reacting Seth to attack.

 

"Mr. Skyer!" Talent shouted.

 

As the Sawmill Operator's eyes flickered back at Seth, he was pummeled in the face by a fist. Then another - an uppercut right across the chin - throwing the Sawmill Operator off his feet and onto the ground with great force.

 

"Stop! Wait!"

 

Seth leaned over, picking up his dagger and grasping it with both hands. All with such amazing speed, he leaped into the air, tightening his grip around his blade. He landed atop the Sawmill Operator, his bloodthirsty eyes gazing at the torso of his fallen opponent. He drove his dagger down towards the man's chest.

 

"Sir, we're not here to kill him!" The dagger halted its path to the Sawmill Operator's chest.

 

Seth was grasping the dagger with a strengthened grip. His eyes were wide open and once again, he was panting, grimacing as his thirst for blood was finally beginning to frighten him.

 

"We need him, Mr. Skyer," Talent explained from atop the scaffolding, "This isn't about killing him."

 

Seth could feel himself loosening his fingers that wrapped around the hilt of his dagger. His heavy breathing had faded away slightly, and his eyes were returning to normal. The chaos that had overcome his brain was finally beginning to be at peace. However , his eyes were still angrily blinking at the man he faced.

 

"If you're gonna have him at knifepoint," Rapid said obnoxiously as he stood on the scaffolding with his brother, "At least hurry it up and get what we came for so we can leave already!"

 

"They sent you here to question me, didn't they?" the Sawmill Operator mumbled cleverly.

 

The end of Seth's blade was resting against the skin of his opposition. "They might have," he said with no hint of expression.

 

"I know what you're really here for, though," the Sawmill Operator chuckled, "You're here to kill me. You're here to bring justice to the person that hurt your brother. Aren't you?"

 

Again, Seth tightened his grip. "I should kill you right now."

 

"But you can't," he responded with a witty voice, "You're not allowed to. You feel like the Fraternity would not forgive you if you did, but you also feel like you wouldn't forgive yourself if you didn't kill me now - correct?"

 

Seth did not reply with words, but grimaced his response to the contrast between brutality and honesty that came out of the man's mouth.

 

"Correct, or not correct?"

 

"I just need you to tell me where the HQ is," Seth muttered angrily through gritted teeth.

 

The Sawmill Operator chuckled once again. "Now that - Seth - that is a different story, but I'll be happy to give you the endings." He paused for a brief moment. "Sadly, I cannot reveal them to you yet."

 

The Sawmill Operator placed his hand on Seth's arm, and with no time to react, placed a bind spell on his opponent.

 

Seth felt his body lock in position as green rings of magic arose from around him. The Sawmill Operator threw the limp body off him. Rapid and Talent were beginning to climb down the scaffolding until the man shot a fire blast towards a box of explosive potions from underneath the wooden structure. Seth's body was thrown off the floor, landing violently on the floor, separating the grip between his fingers and the dagger.

 

An explosion so powerful - almost like a demonic fireball - erupted from the box, setting a part of the scaffolding on fire and collapsing most of it. Seth's eyes were blinded by the blaze and his ears were stinging heavily. He still was not able to move as much of the room had been engulfed in flame and the other potions in the room were beginning to explode as well. The Sawmill Operator stood in his view, looking down upon Seth like an empowering figure from a nightmare. The Zamorakian symbol painted in black that had once occupied the space on his forehead had now faded away from his skin.

 

"I commend you for your determination!" The Sawmill Operator shouted between blasts and fire, "And for that, I will wait for you at the warehouse in Edgeville!" He walked casually over to a the tracks of the mine cart, many of which, the tunnels had collapsed due to the explosions. "I better get out quick! I've got a mine cart to catch!" With that, the man pushed the mine cart along its track, running through the tunnel as the explosions caused the entrance to collapse from behind him.

 

Seth lay there, frustrated. Suddenly, just as he was beginning to recover from the spell, he felt his body being dragged away through the fiery depths of the room.

 

"Get up, Seth!" His ears still ringing a bit, a faint voice sounding from behind him as he was being dragged from the neck of his bloodied shirt. He placed his hands onto the floor and brought himself up to his feet.

 

"Goodness!" Talent exclaimed, "Let's get the hell out of here!"

 

"Up the damn stairs!" Rapid yelled, beginning to climb up the unsteady positioning of the wooden stairs.

 

"There's fire everywhere!" Talent cried helplessly, "This is dangerous! The bottom of the structure is on fire!"

 

"Keep climbing," Seth spoke courageously, "Don't stop!" Suddenly, he had realized he forgot something. He stopped in his tracks - a surprised expression across his face.

 

"What is it?!" Rapid barked, looking over his shoulder at Seth.

 

"My dagger," he muttered under his breath, "Go on without me!"

 

"Sir, you are out of your mind!" Rapid exclaimed, annoyed.

 

"Rapid, please," Talent argued, "Do what you need to do, but do it quickly!"

 

"Just go," Seth insisted, a hint of boldness existing within his voice. Rapid grunted as Talent urged his brother to continue. They made their ways up the stairs, parting ways with Seth as he instead, climbed back down the wooden steps to the fiery hell.

 

Seth leaped off the staircase, narrowly dodging a wooden plank that nearly fell upon his head. The room was engulfed in a thick, black smoke, stinging the eyes of Seth and also poisoning his lungs. He knew he had to find the dagger fast. He treaded through the dark abyss of fog that surrounded his every point of direction. He covered his mouth, coughing softly to himself as he struggled to keep his eyes open from the burning of the evil mist.

 

Seth's eyes were facing the floor, glancing upon every object he was able encounter close to his feet.

 

"Come on...," Seth mumbled under his breath, his hand covering his mouth, "Where are you...?"

 

As he walked, his feet suddenly kicked against something he recognized. The dagger was just at his feet. He leaned over, the top of his head fully embracing the heat of the fire around him. Quickly, he snatched the dagger from off the floor, running back towards the unstable, wooden staircase.

 

Seth was beginning to feel his brain becoming light and his vision becoming woozy. He needed to get out fast. Although deeply affected by the smoke within his lungs, he struggled to climb up the staircase, yet made it to the top while dodging the holes and gaps that existed in the steps.

 

He felt a rush of adrenaline from within him - his fear of death overcoming his body. Seth darted across the top of the scaffolding, coming towards a gap in the structure. He leaped - with great power - soaring across the crevice and above the fiery depths of the large room. He landed on the other side with success, exiting the room as he began to feel dizzy.

 

Seth removed his hand from his mouth, coughing harshly as he stormed towards the exit, exhausted.

 

Just a couple more steps, he thought to himself. A couple more steps and I will be out of here.

 

Seth stumbled through another door, stopping in front of the ladder that led to a heat-oppressed night-time. He was blinking slowly, and his movements were fatigued. Upon placing his hand on the bar of the ladder, he slipped the first time, but tightened his grip the second time.

 

Seth climbed up the ladder, still coughing from the poison within his lungs, and finally exiting the basement of the maze. He crawled away from the entrance, his hands moving against the rubble that made up the ruins of Melzar's Maze.

 

Seth could feel his head rising to an extent where he began to feel like he was floating. He rolled onto his back, staring at the dirtied ceiling of the ruins he was in.

 

Seth gripped his fingers around the hilt of his dagger, and raised his hand into the air. He examined the dagger carefully, with slow, slumbered movements that his fingers performed.

 

Suddenly, his vision began to fade away as his eyes were beginning to slowly shut. His mind was running into a dark abyss that he felt he could not escape.

 

Seth's fingers slipped away from the clutch of his dagger.

 

His eyes went shut and his head went adrift. The blade of his dagger dropped to the floor, dodging Seth's forehead by an inch.

 

His motionless body lay silently as his dagger - now carrying burnt markings along the blade - as the engraving of his last name had

narrowly pierced the skin upon his head.

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