- username :: kamelgirl
kalons featured :: aisake
prompt :: gremlin extermination
words :: 1113/500
story :: Grinning, Aisake swept the fake gems into his satchel. "Alright, I'll see what I can do!" he chirped. Hadain's eyebrows rose- in disbelief of Aisake's chipper behavior at this hour, most likely- but the armor dealer turned away without a word. Aisake trotted out the door at the clear dismissal, counting up the gems and running through various ideas for gremlin extermination. Finally, he settled on the most deranged and suicidal (but also likely to be the most fun!): elimination at the source.
An hour later, it was dark. Actually, it was dark all the time on Kalokairi- and Aisake was beginning to grasp just how dismal that was- but it was nighttime, which made it even darker than usual.
Aisake sat crouched on an abandoned balcony, flanked by twin canisters of Greek fire. He'd already searched the house (and how depressing that had been- an entire once-happy family just gone) and deemed it gremlin-free. Now, he checked his watch and rose from his hunched position.
Taking careful aim, Aisake pitched a gem into the street. The dim creatures scuttling about in the shadows froze as the sparkling trinket bounced across the cobblestones. Praying there were no demons about yet, Aisake chucked the largest fake ruby he had. One of the creatures detached itself from the shadows and crawled hesitantly into the street. As it passed beneath a dim street lamp, Aisake caught his breath.
It was, quite possibly, the ugliest thing he'd ever seen. Wrinkled and bald, with a sickly tinge of green to its skin, the gremlin's long, pointed ears twitched at every sound. As it approached the gem, it raised its face as it surveyed the source of the noise. Aisake took in its wide, pupil-less pearly eyes with a clinical detachment. He flipped open the traveller's notebook and began a new page. 'Gremlins,' he wrote. 'Ugly little devils. Seem to be mostly blind. Definitely depend on hearing over sight.'
On the street below him, the gremlin lunged suddenly at the false ruby, clasping in its long, skinny arms. Another gremlin, seeing one of its fellows with its prize, charged out of the shadows, squeaking with rage. The pair erupted into high-pitched squeals and howls as they fought over the jewel, only for it to be snatched up by a third long-fingered gremlin. The street exploded into a full-on gremlin brawl as more and more were drawn into the battle for the gem.
Across the street, a door suddenly slammed open, casting the entire frozen group in stark light. "Get out!" an irate kalon snarled, throwing a chunk of metal into the street. As one, all the gremlins scattered, trailing green blood behind them. The door slammed shut.
Aisake stood up, shoving the Greek fire into his satchel and dropping from the balcony. According to the notes the traveller had left, gremlins, despite their frequent squabbling, tended to nest together under one leader. If he could destroy that nest and kill the leader, the survivors would scatter into the woods rather than hold together or rebuild.
And now that they'd been so considerate in leaving a trail, Aisake could follow them right to their den. He looked at the drops of blood and grinned savagely.
...
Aisake tried not to notice the smell (with limited success) as he slogged his way through the sewers, ten minutes later. "Of course it would have to be in a sewer," he grumbled. Something made a noise behind him. Aisake whipped around, blade drawn, and realized it was a mouse. Just to be safe, he didn't bother sheathing his sword.
"This sucks," he whispered, voice shaking slightly. He swallowed and repeated, louder, "This sucks!"
His voice echoed down the abandoned tunnels. "You suck!" he shouted, mustering every ounce of bravado. "A hideout in the sewers? How cliche is that?" He laughed, though it rang hollow even to his ears.
Aisake fell silent once more, rubbing his shoulders. "It'll get better once we're at the den," he muttered to himself.
It wasn't actually that much better.
The gremlin nest was in the middle of an enormous chamber that Aisake couldn't even begin to guess the use of (so he'd been more interested in swordplay as a child than in sewer engineering, sue him). The nest itself consisted mostly of a giant stack of cardboard boxes and the like, decorated with jewelry and ornaments that seemed comically out of place in this dump. And, of course, the whole thing was positively swarming with gremlins. The sole reason they hadn't discovered him yet was that he was currently crouching in a stream of sewer water, which covered up his breathing and scent (perhaps a bit too well).
Ah, the sacrifices I make for money... this Haidan dude better appreciate my suffering, Aisake groused.
So, the major question: how to get close enough (without getting caught) to chuck the Greek fire, and then get the heck out of there (again, without getting caught) fast enough that he wouldn't be fried? Maybe a kamikaze rush, Aisake thought. His elaborate visions of a violent and fiery death were ruined, however, by a sharp object prodding his back. Aisake turned around and came face to face with a muscular looking gremlin wearing a bucket and waving a very pointy spear.
Well, shoot. Aisake set his finger delicately on the point of the spear and slowly turned it away, wearing his most disarming smile the entire time. "Please, let's not be hasty," he said. The gremlin raised and eyebrow, evidently not taken in by his charm. Aisake sighed and lunged for its throat with his sword. Taken off guard, the gremlin was only able to squeal before his throat was cut- but even that was enough, as every head in the nest turned to Aisake. "Oh, come on!"
...
Aisake hacked and slashed his way to the center of the execrable mound, where he met with the leader of the gremlins- if an embarrassingly undignified wrestling match (which was really more of an impromptu slap fight, complete with biting and fur pulling) for Aisake's sword could be called a meeting. It ended with Aisake setting off a can of Greek fire and throwing the leader into the midst of it, before hightailing it out of there while everyone else was distracted with the concept of a fire that couldn't be put out with water.
Before he left, he chucked the other can at them, just to be petty.
Six hours after he'd accepted the job, Aisake stumbled into Haidan's store, stinking to high heaven and covered in soot, dirt, blood, and bite marks, with several patches of missing fur. In any case, when he dredged up a desperately unconvincing smile and asked for his pay, the dealer gave it to him without a word.