CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The orcs had surrounded him. There was no escape for young Wingfoot the dwarf. He couldn't even run.
"GIVE US YER GOLD!" growled the largest, most nasty of the orcs, spitting all over Wingfoot as he spoke. "OR WE'LL BREAK YER BODY UP, HALFMAN!"
"I'm not afraid of you!" said Wingfoot, defiantly. The orcs laughed.
"'E SAYS 'E'S NOT EFRAID, AHAHAHA!" said a borderline retarded orc. "'E WILL BE, LADS! WHEN 'E'S DEAD!"
"There is nothing to fear in death!" said Wingfoot, proudly. "I will go to the halls of my fathers, deep under the ancient mountain of..." The orcs drowned him out with laughter.
"GIVE US THE GOLD AND WE'LL MAKE YOUR DEATH QUICK," said the leader.
Wingfoot reached towards the pouch on his belt...then moved past it and pulled out his axe. He held it before him. The orcs laughed louder than ever.
"'E THINKS WE IS SCARED OF 'IS AXE!" said the retard. "'E COULDN'T CUT BUTTER WITH THAT THING!"
"AYE!" said the leader. "PUT IT AWAY, BOY. WE KNOW WHY YOU'RE CALLED WINGFOOT, IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A COWARD WHO ALWAYS RUNS FROM FIGHTS! WE KNOW YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO HURT US WITH THAT THING!"
"I am not a coward!" said Wingfoot, growing angry. The orcs laughed cruelly. "I am of the Dwarrow, a proud warriro from Kazadum...BY DURIN'S BEARD I DEFY YOU!"
And then he swung the axe blindly. He swung it around and around and around faster then the eye could see, cutting at the limbs of several surprised Orcs. The retarded ran right towards him...and lost his head. Orc blood stained the grass.
"RUN! RUN!" said the leader and those orcs who could run, fled.
"I did it! I DID IT!" said Wingfoot...who then staggered back as a stone hit his head.
William Fridge felt the warm and familiar feeling of blood on his forehead and his dwarf fantasy was abruptly ended. He was standing in the playground surrounded by bullies, who were demanding his lunch money.
"I said give it to us, Fridge!" said the leader. "Or we'll hang you like Saddam!" The other bullies laughed. They closed in on Fridge, in a circle. He had a decision to make. He grabbed his schoolbag tight and started swinging it around blindly.
The bullies only laughed further. One of them effortlessly caught his schoolbag and threw it over a fence outside of school grounds. They closed in and gave William Fridge the worst beating of his young life.
"Same time tomorrow, Fridge!" was the last thing he heard, in a horrible mocking voice. He sat up. Other boys and girls were looking at him but none tried to help. He was in such pain. He should have known that it wouldn't work. His bag wasn't an axe and he wasn't Wingfoot the dwarf. No, he wouldn't be able to fight off the bullies like that.
He decided to bring his father's hunting knife to school tomorrow.
"GIVE US YER GOLD!" growled the largest, most nasty of the orcs, spitting all over Wingfoot as he spoke. "OR WE'LL BREAK YER BODY UP, HALFMAN!"
"I'm not afraid of you!" said Wingfoot, defiantly. The orcs laughed.
"'E SAYS 'E'S NOT EFRAID, AHAHAHA!" said a borderline retarded orc. "'E WILL BE, LADS! WHEN 'E'S DEAD!"
"There is nothing to fear in death!" said Wingfoot, proudly. "I will go to the halls of my fathers, deep under the ancient mountain of..." The orcs drowned him out with laughter.
"GIVE US THE GOLD AND WE'LL MAKE YOUR DEATH QUICK," said the leader.
Wingfoot reached towards the pouch on his belt...then moved past it and pulled out his axe. He held it before him. The orcs laughed louder than ever.
"'E THINKS WE IS SCARED OF 'IS AXE!" said the retard. "'E COULDN'T CUT BUTTER WITH THAT THING!"
"AYE!" said the leader. "PUT IT AWAY, BOY. WE KNOW WHY YOU'RE CALLED WINGFOOT, IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A COWARD WHO ALWAYS RUNS FROM FIGHTS! WE KNOW YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO HURT US WITH THAT THING!"
"I am not a coward!" said Wingfoot, growing angry. The orcs laughed cruelly. "I am of the Dwarrow, a proud warriro from Kazadum...BY DURIN'S BEARD I DEFY YOU!"
And then he swung the axe blindly. He swung it around and around and around faster then the eye could see, cutting at the limbs of several surprised Orcs. The retarded ran right towards him...and lost his head. Orc blood stained the grass.
"RUN! RUN!" said the leader and those orcs who could run, fled.
"I did it! I DID IT!" said Wingfoot...who then staggered back as a stone hit his head.
William Fridge felt the warm and familiar feeling of blood on his forehead and his dwarf fantasy was abruptly ended. He was standing in the playground surrounded by bullies, who were demanding his lunch money.
"I said give it to us, Fridge!" said the leader. "Or we'll hang you like Saddam!" The other bullies laughed. They closed in on Fridge, in a circle. He had a decision to make. He grabbed his schoolbag tight and started swinging it around blindly.
The bullies only laughed further. One of them effortlessly caught his schoolbag and threw it over a fence outside of school grounds. They closed in and gave William Fridge the worst beating of his young life.
"Same time tomorrow, Fridge!" was the last thing he heard, in a horrible mocking voice. He sat up. Other boys and girls were looking at him but none tried to help. He was in such pain. He should have known that it wouldn't work. His bag wasn't an axe and he wasn't Wingfoot the dwarf. No, he wouldn't be able to fight off the bullies like that.
He decided to bring his father's hunting knife to school tomorrow.
