Summary: Blue is off for revenge, but gets sidetracked and learns more than he bargained for.
NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!
There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.
Worst Idea In The History Of Bad Ideas
“Where are you going?”
Blue jumped and glared at Horn who was very pointedly not keeping watch. He turned to face Nathan, face set stubbornly. “I need to take care of Black.”
“And you’re going alone?”
“With Horn,” said Blue.
“That still counts as alone,” said Nathan. “You can’t sneak into that compound by yourself, no matter how much the city likes you.”
“I’m not going to,” said Blue, “I’m going to wait outside the city for him to come out. He can’t stay in there forever.”
“And you can’t stay outside forever,” countered Nathan. “Look, you have no idea what his schedule is or what the patrols are like.”
“I don’t care.” said Blue.
“Well you should,” snapped Nathan. “Did it ever occur to you that your priorities have changed a bit? You aren’t replaceable anymore, for Horn or for us. If you’re dead, what is he supposed to do?” He gestured at Horn who made somewhat agreeable noises.
“He’ll get by,” said Blue. “I don’t know why you’ve all decided I’m so important, but I’m not. I made a vow to protect the elves and that includes everyone that Black is murdering at home. I can’t just walk away from this now that I know where he is.”
“You’re an idiot.” snapped Nathan. “You’ve always known where he is.”
“What?” said Blue.
“How many elves and men have died in your world? How many times do you think he’s been in and out of that door?” Nathan waves his hands angrily. “You think maybe he’ll be going back through the door?”
“Oh.” said Blue, feeling stupid.
“So why don’t we set a trap out by the door and not right next to the camp, eh?”
Horn purred in agreement.
“We?” said Blue, suspiciously?
“I want to help,” said Nathan. “You don’t know Black or how he thinks, it’s not going to be as easy to catch him as you think.”
“And you do know how he thinks?” asked Blue.
“Yeah,” Nathan looked away for a moment and sighed. “Yeah, I used to work there, back with him.” He looked back at Blue who was staring at him angrily. “I didn’t kill anyone, I just patched folks up– but it’s pretty close to the same thing in the end.”
“I can’t believe you were helping him!” snapped Blue.
“It’s not like he’s pushing an insane position,” said Nathan, “he’s right that the elves are unnatural to the world, that the humans are subservient and their lives and growth micromanaged only for their use.”
“Not true!” said Blue, “They care for us, we care for them. It’s not a one way situation, I don’t care how many times you say they are abusing us, it’s not true!”
“Well, yeah,” Nathan sighed and looked over at Horn who was trying to ignore him but still listen to the conversation. “I didn’t know they were people.”
“In my defense, you really don’t look like people.” Nathan said. “It’s easier to believe the worst of people when you don’t have anything to judge them against.”
“Why didn’t you kill us then,” asked Blue, “when you first saw us in the hallway, why didn’t you just finish what he’d started?”
“Because I got tired of killing things,” said Nathan with a sigh. “I got tired of other people killing things. I didn’t care if they were human or not, it seemed unfair just to slaughter them, even if they did fight back pretty damned well.”
“So you’ll help me kill him?”
“No.” said Nathan, that you’ll have to do yourself, “but I can help you catch him. What you do with him at that point is your own choice.”