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"Down with the Sickness"

Posted on Fri Nov 14, 2008 1:25 pm

Get up,

Come on get down with the sickness...

-PROLOGUE-

An assault on the Kahr had gone terribly wrong.

Heavy desert winds pierced through Yurnero's physique. He narrowed his eyes to see through his opponent. With one quick breath he dashed to the enemy with incredible speed, driving his sword down the enemy orc's hide and slicing it into two. Three more orcen saw him and charged at him.

"Hmph.", Yurnero held his sword tight and prepared himself for another battle.

-CHAPTER 1-

What was supposed to be an attempt to retake the Kahr, a defensive outpost located miles away from the desert wastelands of Og'Kuhr, had failed. Bradwarden's centurion's, Rigwarl's champions, and Yurnero's elite team of orcus were not enough to match the innumerable orcen, mindless, brainwashed orcs that serve the Lich King. They were not even near the outpost when they were ambushed by the enemy. Bradwarden and Rigwarl along with their men had already retreated back to base. A wise decision.

Yurnero was now left alone with what's left of his men to face their doom.

.....
"We shouldn't have left him!", Bradwarden said to Rigwarl as they make their hasty retreat. They ran through the nearest forest they could spot, seeking cover from enemy spies.

"We do not have a choice. That accursed place will only bring us all into our demise. If the fool wants to stay, then so be it...", Rigwarl replied. Sadly, Bradwarden had to agree with that fact.

They disappeared into the trees.
.....

-CHAPTER 2-

Yurnero chopped another enemy to bits. He squinted through the winds lashing the sands infront of him. There were simply too many enemies. It was hard for him to even take a moment to breathe realizing that if he did, he'd be like one of his fallen comrades, feasted upon by the hungry orcs that was once his kind.

Who has this power command such an army? , Yurnero thought.

And there he saw him.

Even though the punishing desert had given him a vivid picture of the terrain and scenario, he knew exactly who he was up against.

A fellow orc, hidden beside other raging orcs, made his way through the confusing turmoil of orcs battling each other. Orcs flew here and there, regardless whether its an enemy or ally. The evil that has consumed its being had given it an aura. It was like a tornado rampaging through a thunderstorm. That much power had attracted the heavy desert wind, with anyone daring to approach him will feel the crystal sand batter through its skin. The skies of Og'Kuhr darkened as the orc had finally made its approach to Yurnero.

"YOU!", Yurnero shouted at the being.

"Yes, its me", Mogul Kahn appeared as the tornado slowly weakened. He grinned.

"It's nice to see you again..."

"...brother."

-CHAPTER 3-

The grounds stood silent for the two, like a ritual of swordsmanship in battle had taken place.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!", Yurnero let out one loud call and without hesitation charged at Mogul Kahn. Yurnero's body torpedoed through the fierce wind without obstruction. Orcen who were in the way were slashed apart merely by the speed of his flight. Like a missile about to destroy its target, he lowered his sword and prepared for one energized attack.

Nothing separates us now, Yurnero thought.

Mogul Kahn laughed at him.

With a timed blow Mogul Kahn bashed his axe at Yurnero's side, sending him crashing through a barricade of orcen at light speed, making one destructive explosion of sand as he landed hard on the surface.

"Is that all you can do?", Mogul Kahn mocked the pitiful orc as it tried to get up to its knees. He laughed again.

Yurnero struggled to stand up. He expended too much energy in that attack only to be blown away by his brother. His body shivered in fatigue. He realized too that he had battled too many orcs already.

"I'll kill you!", Yurnero charged again in a fit of rage. His memories triggered him an anger he have never felt before.

-CHAPTER 4-

"Traitor!!!", Yurnero unleashed attack after attack at Mogul Kahn. Like a madman he slashed, spun, tried each and every part in his brother that he thought unsecured. And parry after parry Mogul Kahn blocked in return. Yurnero grew weary. Not one bit was his opponent open. His arms were getting weaker. Nonetheless, another flash from his memories raged him enough to try to kill the evil being.

Mogul Kahn seemingly yawned at the poor battle. He decided to finish it off quickly.

After one block Mogul Kahn slipped beneath the unsuspecting orc a punch in the abdomen. Yurnero winced in pain and staggered back as Mogul Kahn's fist forced its way through Yurnero's stomach. Without even letting Yurnero have the slightest comfort from the pain Mogul Kahn bashed his axe in Yurnero's cranium.

Yunero's vision blurred. He could only see part of his enemy and the rest of the commotion that had happened between the orcus and orcen near them. He tried to use his technique. Spinning around in whirlwind was his last resort. But, alas, Mogul Kahn spun too, only faster. Yurnero's eyes grew wide with shock.

He copied me! , he gasped.

-CHAPTER 5-

"Agh!", Yurnero cried out as Mogul Kahn's thorned axe ripped through his chest. Mogul Kahn kicked him hard, sending him falling to the searing heat of the sand. He placed his foot at the defeated warrior.

Yurnero, beaten, realized that his men had fallen too. He now found himself circled by the orcen with Mogul Kahn stepping in his chest, gushed with blood. The Kahr and the whole of Og'Kuhr went silent.

Yurnero gurgled out blood from his throat as Mogul Kahn put more weight in his injury. His hands and feet shook in pain. His fingers crunched at the moment. The pain alone could kill him. Mogul Kahn glared down at the poor orc with no remorse, mercilessly grinding his foot at the slashed chest, allowing more blood to come out.

"YOU KILLED MY FAMILY!", Yurnero managed to blurt out. His eyes grew red. Mogul Kahn was placing too much weight that it was hard for him to breathe. Tears swept his eyes.

"And I will kill you too...", Mogul Kahn replied with a blank face. He thought for a moment.

"No, maybe not yet.", Mogul Kahn changed his mind. "I will let you live. Live in the shame that you, your race, and your pitiful family is dead, and you cannot save them."

"Fool."

-CHAPTER 6-

"NO!! No! NOO!!!", Yurnero woke up in rage. He screamed blanky at the ceiling. Elves had tried to attend to him and his wounds. Even if he was in chains, his mad rage had made it hard for the elves to calm him down.

back in the Sentinel hideout camp deep in the forests of Ashenvale...

"What happened?", Purist Thunderwrath asked Furion as he looked at the treetop building above them. He, along with Lina Inverse and Syllabear and Rhasta had just returned from their crusade from Northrend. New reinforcements had arrived with them.

"Our planned assault to the Kahr had failed. Bradwarden and Rigwarl with their men have managed to retreat but Yurnero stayed.", Furion bowed in grimace. The two heard another scream and a few sounds of breakages from the building.

"We should be lucky he is still alive", said Bradwarden as he approached the two. "My scouts found him unconscious a distance outside the Khar. They thought he was dead but still decided to bring him here."

"The tough orc has guts", he added.

"He's been like that for three days now...", Furion looked at the treetop house. His eyes were filled with concern, Purist noted.

"...it'll be some time before he'd be alright."

-CHAPTER 7-

Nightime. The only sound in the camp was the rustling of leaves by the trees. Everyone was asleep except Yurnero. He lay at his bed, the dim candle light showing his eyes wide with hate, ready to burst at any given moment. He thought about his encounter with his brother earlier. The fact that he was given the shame of living, let alone the fact that he cannot protect the ones he loved enraged him. He balled his fists in so much anger. Then after he rested eyes.

Everything seems to grow dark for Yurnero. He found himself isolated from everything else. A mysterious figure appeared at a distance before him. And in the void of this dark dream, they were the only ones in view.

"You want revenge, do you?...", the dark figure had a certain chill in its voice that touched and tempted Yurnero down to his core.

"Who are you??", Yurnero demanded. He tried to focus on the figure's face but it seems to grow darker the more his stare deepens.

"...your brother, he killed your family. You want revenge, do you?...", the figure asked again.

"What do you want from me?!", Yurnero asked again, abit louder than before. He grew irritated.

"I'm here to help you...", said the figure it loomed closer to Yurnero.

"Why should you help me??", Yurnero asked.

"I, too, suffered that fate that you had. The shame brought upon me by my enemy was not given justice until the day I died. Now I am here to help you, so that you will not suffer the same way..."

Yurnero thought for a moment. He could not trust this creature. But, he could not defeat his brother either.

"What do I need to do?", asked Yurnero, surrending to the temptation of revenge.

"There is, only one way...", the figure spoke.

"...the Stygian Desolator.".

-CHAPTER 8-

"...A sword stained with the blood of a thousand men. The one who wields it will have power beyond compare. A once infamous king wielded it in his wars, he was never defeated in battle. And now, it is located in his burial tomb in his city named Stygia..."

"I have heard of that story before, creature", Yurnero said. "The king who wielded it, along with his city, were never real. There was no proof for the sword's existence."

"Oh but there is...", assured the figure. He told Yurnero how to get there. Every secret about the buried city was revealed to him. Yurnero agreed with this. For a moment he thought about thanking the creature for helping him.

"How do you know all of this?", he asked instead.

"I've been in that time...", the figure replied. It slowly disappeared.

Later in the morning Yurnero was nowhere to be found.

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
Will you give in to me?
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing ... in me
Will you give in to me?

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You -bleep- get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me...

-CHAPTER 9-

Traxex jumped from tree to tree, surveying the background of the clearing. A few weeks after the disappearance of Yurnero several Scourge-overrun outposts near the plains of Northrend, Kalimdor, and Hoggoth were found barren and in waste. Corpses of ghouls, undead, and abominations were found wasted on the outposts. This was not planned by the Sentinel, however.

"Whoever is doing this, he deserves my thanks", Traxex said to herself as she walked in the city center of a ruined village she and some of her fellow heroes were trying to retake for a long time now. She observed decapitated bodies of Scourge armies in rot. They were everywhere, the fountain, buildings, everywhere. Blood was everywhere too. Traxex noticed the same splatters of blood.

Made by the same blade. The same person? Impossible... , she thought.

She walked around the city to find any signs of life.

Then, she saw someone.

The figure in a distance had it's back to Traxex. He was walking away, blood splattered in his body...

blood splattered in his sword.

A thought passed Traxex mind. She shouted in surprise.

"Yurnero? Is that you??"

-CHAPTER 10-

Yurnero turned around to face Traxex. Traxex smiled in excitement having found the missing orc, but only for a short while. Something in Yurnero made Traxex instincts churn out a sign of alarm. The way Yurnero looks at her, it was different from before. Hate and anger was evident through the orc's eyes. Yurnero glared angrily at her, deep into her soul, instilling a trembling sense of fear.

"Did you...did you do all this?", Traxex asked Yurnero, a bit confused whether she should approach him. She felt as if she was in danger. She slowly tried to take a step back.

Even before her foot touched the padded marble floor Yurnero dashed at her and tried to attack her. Traxex jumped high into the air. Yurnero's newfound blade gave him incredible power and strength that the ground blew beneath them and shook the earth, sending flying pieces of marble flying off the surface. From Traxex' hood collar her Hyperstone showed, glowing a bright purple light. She let off 5 arrows in one shot at the fog of dust that formed below her, trying to pin down the enraged Yurnero. She dropped off at a distance away from the rubble and waited for the fog to disappear.

Yurnero was not there.

No way...

Traxex jumped away from her position, noticing Yurnero standing right behind her. Yurnero grinned. He smashed the ground with his sword and let out a rippling wave of matter that Traxex was barely able to dodge. This tore through her thick clothing, wounding her in her arms and feet. She fell down on the floor hard. She tried to crawl away but ended up in the feet of Yurnero, glaring down at her so menacingly. e grinned at her again.

Yurnero lifted his sword to deliver the final blow.

-CHAPTER 11-

"NO!", Yurnero suddenly stumbled back. His body suddenly shivered, he tripped back. Traxex watched as the orc warrior was fighting for what seemed like himself.

"I'LL KILL YOU!", Yurnero screamed at her.

"NO!! NO!!!", he held on to his right hand which held the sword. It seemed that half of himself was something else, Traxex noticed.

"Yurnero, what's happening to you?", Traxex tried to get up. Her arms and feet felt so heavy, she can barely maintain poise. Then after a while she noticed Aiushta coming with her band of elves and enchantresses.

"Here!", Traxex shouted out to call their attention.

The moment she looked back at Yurnero, he was gone.

.....
Almighty Lich King, all is going as planned... , Kel'Thuzad touched the huge shard of ice that formed the throne. He conversed with him telepathically, their only form of communication.

Good...

What about Mogul Kahn? The orc will come for him...

Yes, let him be. Yurnero's soul filled with hate could only take much. It will be a matter of time now that he will kill everything in his path because of the cursed sword of the Desolator. Indirectly, he will be on our side...

Yes, almighty Lich King. I shall obey...
.....

-CHAPTER 12-

Mogul Kahn waited for this very moment.

The Kahr turned a wreck. Bodies of orcen lay everywhere. Not one of them were able to hold down the enraged Yurnero. The burned-down defensive outpost looked much like a ruin city. Mogul Kahn and Yurnero faced off in the middle of the burning wreckage. The heavy desert winds scattered dust throughout the surroundings.

"No interruptions...", said Yurnero as he faced Mogul Kahn. He threw a dead orcen away which he held up in his hand earlier.

"Good. And I thought I was going to do it for you.", Mogul Kahn mocked him. Yurnero's expression never changed. He stared straight at his opponent.

"Ready to be beaten again, brother?", Mogul Kahn laughed at Yurnero. He grinned. Then, a dark aura formed beneath him. The clouds in Og'Kuhr darkened again, the heavy desert wind formed a tornado of sand on Mogul Kahn's physique.

"This time it won't be too easy...", Yurnero gave him the same grin. He stood there. Slowly, a red aura emanated from him. He lowered his sword and prepared to attack.

"DIE!", Yurnero lifted his sword with much force. A sharp rippling wave emanating from the power of his sword blew towards Mogul Kahn at full-blast.

"Fool!", Mogul Kahn blocked it with his axe. He underestimated its power though. The strength of the wave sent him a few meters back.

"YAHH!!", Mogul Kahn, in a fit of fury, charged at Yurnero. Yurnero did the same in return. The clash was tremendous, every time their weapons would strike each other their battleground trembled. Their blows could bring down what's left of the Kahr.

-CHAPTER 13-

Yurnero drove his sword into Mogul Khan. Mogul Kahn blocked. Yurnero hit again, this time it slipped and slashed Mogul Kahn above his shoulder.

"Ahh!", Mogul Kahn bellowed in pain. He kicked Yurnero in the stomach and charged at him. As he slashed with his axe, Yurnero dodged to the right and approached him, hitting his sword right at Mogul Kahn's back.

Mogul Kahn spun just as Yurnero did. Sparks flew everywhere with the friction of their weapons clashing to each other. The two exchanged blows. Mogul Kahn had been luckier, hitting Yurnero at his weak spots.

Moments after the two found themselves staring at each other, bloodied from the immense battle, fatigued from the intense clash. Yurnero breathed heavily. He found himself failing, kneeling through the cold sand. Cold. Neither have noticed that the moon had already begun to take form above them.

He had taken the worst blows. Now, he was kneeling before his brother. Under his power again. He was at the brink of surrender.

"I am still better than you! I will always be!", Mogul Kahn approached the fallen orc in a troubled pace. He was fatigued and injured himself.

"You never were strong enough to defeat me! You can never protect the ones you love and loved! YOU NEVER WILL!!", Mogul Kahn shouted directly infront of Yurnero. He battered him with words. Not only physically, but also emotionally he was being taken down. All the shame, all the hate and grudges, they seem to hurt him more than his wounds.

"And now I will kill you!!!", Mogul Kahn jumped high in the air, executing his signature and most powerful move, the Culling Blade.

No, not yet... , Yurnero thought.

I cannot die yet.

His sword seemed to call for him.

Yurnero...

Its time to give in...

All your hate...give in...
Do not fight your hate... this is you...

You want to kill him, don't you?

Then, suddenly Yurnero lit up. A second before Mogul Kahn unleashes his finishing blow Yurnero suddenly burned with fury. Light emanated from him. He slashed in all directions, all in a blink of an eye. Mogul Khan was not able to execute his finishing move, instead he landed in bits and pieces.

-EPILOGUE-

Bradwarden and Rigwarl reached the Kahr by dawn in another attempt to retake it. Now, they have been prepared with a larger army.

What awaited them was virtually nothing.

Then from the pile of corpses that lay in the outpost stood the last remaining orc, bathed in the blood of the enemy.

"Yurnero??", Rigwarl and Bradwarden were both shocked to see him. He looked different. His eyes were blood red.

Yurnero turned and grinned at the two.

He lowered his sword.

He prepared to kill.

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing ... in me
(Will you give in to me?)

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You -bleep- get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)

It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
Oh no, the world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon ... in me

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You -bleep- get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

I would like to credit the band Disturbed for their song, "Down with the Sickness". Try to listen to the song. Its cool Smile

Thanks for reading my story. Did I miss any words? Please comment. Hope you liked it! Very Happy

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