Mortem, MonkeyBars Writing [read the beginning after the end novel TXT] 📗

"As I stepped back into the light, my eyes felt as if they had gotten blinded by a thousand arrows that all struck at once." The tall green grass swivelled by his knees as the Viking had taken his first few steps out of the dark abyss of that cave that once swallowed him into itself. The wind blew against his body, and soon enough, blood trickled down his ankle -- "GARGGHH" as a snake had bitten it while hidden in the tall grass that he stepped into. He felt sick, but not too sick to stop walking. The Viking began moving onto a dirt road, pebbles and grit crunching underneath his brown leather boots. It wasn't a good day to be out, as the sun sat on Tybalt's shoulders the entire time he sluggishly walked down that road, just off from the cave.

"What does it feel like to take another human's life?" Often, the Viking just answered this common question with, "I couldn't answer that, to be frank. I don't know. I've never really done it." A young boy had asked him this outside the tavern after a fight broke out between Tybalt and another patron. 'Never a dull moment - not even when he came inside to seek shade from the scorching heat, did he back down from breaking someone's entire jaw on the counter, even when he already had himself exhausted from that day.

"I didn't think the person inside that tavern had much human left in him," he answers to the boy asking him this question. "Seemed like vermin to me." Tybalt only ever spoke to children. He saw them as the most innocent and genuine people to talk to, that would even be able to understand him, and vice versa. Adults were more hotheaded and involved in debates and whatnot, while kids never protested anything. Maybe that was for the better. 

"Are you ignoring me, son?" The man shouted at Tybalt - but Tybalt gave no response inside that tavern fifteen minutes ago. He continued to drink his beer through the mug, occasionally giving a dirty eyeball to that man. He had no idea what the pissed man standing in front of his table was capable of doing until he saw him stand back and begin glowing like a glowstick with his hands. The man was charging up a form of electricity through his hands - yeah, get this. It's some MAGIC - to fire a shock charge at Tybalt. But when Tybalt, the not-so-stupid Viking, had clearly seen this man charging up electricity in his hands, which was something he has never seen before, he quickly set his mug down, flipping his table over and dropping down behind it to avoid getting hit by the man's shock charge that zapped a second right after what he did, just above his head. Tybalt stood up and sent a power-kick into his tipped-over table that's on the floor, causing it to get sent sliding into that man's legs and pinning him on the wall for a temporary amount of time. During that time, Tybalt grabbed his Viking helmet off of his head, using it to bludgeon the man's skull in - and as this happened, the man was no longer glowing and holding electricity in his hands. He was busy getting his face bashed in to a pulp.

When blood started running down the man's nostrils profusely, with his cheeks purple and one of his eyes squinted hard from getting bashed in the face, possibly the ugliest face you could imagine, Tybalt grabbed the man by his open jaw and threw his face onto the counter. A few people made ghastly demeaning chants to tell Tybalt to stop, because the man looked like he had enough. "Stop it!.. STOP IT!" One of the women cried in the background. Of course, the Viking completely disregarded that, proceeding to shove the man's jaw into the counter, and sending a hamemerfist with his other hand into the back of the man's head, causing his entire jaw to break and snap on the counter. The sound of jawbones getting broken and crunching on a solid surface was heard throughout the tavern, as this marked Tybalt's leave. And for the man himself, well, his body slowly slid off the counter by itself, lying in a pool of blood that soon seeped into the wooden flooring of this establishment.

So, this is how it went down in the tavern. And the boy had seen half of it at least until his younger sister pulled his arm away, and when he refused to watch Tybalt in combat, she whined that she was going to get their mother. Now, going back to Tybalt speaking with the kid outside, he would turn him around after setting a hand on the boy's shoulder, and gesture him to keep walking where he was walking. "Go on, now. The day is long for you." 

Publication Date: 08-09-2021

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Dedication:
Thank you for reading! I'll be making a second continuation of this book if I get the time and enough ideas for the next act, which will be Act 3.