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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty-Five– Foster Conway, Age 22
"Behind you, Foster!"
The unnecessary shout reached his ears a moment after he was already moving. Blocking the blow aimed toward his head, he brought his hand down hard on the lower arm wielding the knife. There was a satisfying sound of bone breaking; as the wrist went limp he slipped the knife out of the floundering grip. So those around couldn't order him to use the dagger he tossed it out of the ring, burying into a wooden beam. Standing up he brushed his busted lip with the back of hand and backed away from his opponent that struggled to stand.
"Finish the green-skin off!"
Foster sighed at Art's order; he'd avoided killing so far and didn't want to stop the trend now. "He is finished," Foster growled walking toward the edge of the pen he was fighting in. That is when the orc behind him charged. Easily dodging the rush Foster brought his elbow down on the injured orc's back. At the same time he slammed his boot into the stout lower leg, his foe fell to the ground with a grunt. "Stay down," Foster said.
He walked over to the metal cage door and held his hands outside a small rectangle cut into the mesh. Arthur Burton walked over and slid the cold iron manacles around his wrists. Only then was the door opened, and the orc's owner rushed in to assess the damages. Foster was led through the barn the match had taken place in like a dog on a leash. Arthur handed his chains off to his son Jasper as he went around collecting his winnings. The younger Burton latched his chains onto a nearby beam and took out a canteen. He offered it to Foster who said a soft thanks and let the man pour the water into his mouth. Afterwards Jasper looked him over, taking a moment to tend the bite the orc had given him on the shoulder.
"Nasty," he said as he spread an ointment on the wound and covered it with a loose bandage. He ran his hands down Foster's legs looking for injuries. "Anything busted?" he asked.
"No, sir," Foster answered.
The other man patted him on the ass, it was not a sexual touch, nothing more than any owner would do when his prized hound fought well. "Good job," he said. Foster rested his head on his raised arms and waited. The shame of being in such a position had been bled out of him over the past weeks.
"How did we do, Pa?" Jasper asked as Art returned.
"Eh, we did well enough to put food on the table," he said as he unhooked the chain and led Foster out of the barn. The cool night air chilled his bare sweat streaked chest.
"The odds were heavy in the orc's favor," Foster said. "You should have done very well … sir." He added the last word quickly.
Art chuckled dryly and the crop he held lashed Foster across the thigh. He took it in stride and showed no reaction. "You let me worry about money and be happy you'll have food in your bowl tonight, Foster."
"Yes, sir," Foster said. He didn't have the heart to be lied to tonight, so didn't ask how much longer he had until his winnings compensated the man back the gold he'd paid to buy him from the bandits. He climbed into the wagon and let the shackle be latched to the side. As the cart bounced along, he looked up at the star covered sky.
The past weeks had been an adventure, too bad it wasn't the good kind. After the elves had taken Nathaniel away, Foster had spent a week with the bandits. During that time he was a frequent target of their frustration over things that were beyond his control. Though the beating he got after Bishop escaped was his own fault. He'd set the horse free with the command to go home. He had no idea if the stallion would be able to do such a feat but it was better than being forced to watch him bear another man. After that they had sold him to the Burton family who was not beyond slavery.
Foster was the only one though that didn't have the emerald skin. During the day he worked alongside the males Kobug and Skang in the fields. The lone female slave who was also an orc, Nignath, tended the kitchen as well as the garden. There didn't seem to be any females living here beyond the orc. He'd only been in his new unwanted position a couple nights before he and Skang were brought to his first arena match. After that the Burtons only brought Foster leaving the orcs behind.
He had tried demanding that he was a freeman the first weeks. That was met with laughs and comments that men that are free are not sold for gold. Then he tried to persuade them with the riches his father had if they would but return him to his family. It was lie all they would find would be the end of his father's shotgun. For a moment Jasper seemed tempted but the distance was too far. In the end they chose to keep him in chains and exploit him not only in the ring after the sun went down but also in the fields harvesting their crops.
As they pulled up to the Burton's homestead there was a ruckus happening in front of the barn. The older of the orc males was bound, hanging from his chains in the middle of the barn door.
"Wonder what that stupid dung eater did now?" Jasper growled.
"Looks like Percy has it under control," Arthur replied with a shrug. "But let's see what's up, perhaps it will be a good lesson for the cocky one in the back."
Percy was Arthur's foreman, and even meaner than his boss. Jasper unhooked Foster's chains and he followed him over to barn. He found that the other slaves were also there and Jasper dropped his chain near Nignath.
"What's going on here?" Arthur asked.
"This green-skin tried to escape tonight," Percy said. "Darn near took my arm off with a garden hoe …" Foster just noticed the foreman arm was bandaged.
"Is that so?" Arthur said. "Well he did you the injustice; return the favor by all means."
The older orc's tunic had already been removed and his scarred back from previous corrections was soon covered with new welts as the whip Percy held cut into his flesh. Foster lost count of the blows and just wished for it to end. The whip finally stopped falling but their demented owners weren't done yet and Foster grimaced at the sight of the fiery brand Jasper held when he reappeared.
He couldn't just stand there and made a slight motion to move forward when Nignath's fingers wrapped around his wrist and she shook her head. By then the brand had found the back of the orc and Foster admired his strength when all he did was grunt. Once it was removed there was fancy B burnt into the flesh. That was the second Burton brand the orc now displayed.
"You're mine green-skin," Arthur hissed. "Now get these dung-eaters out of my sight. Foster, you can eat your dinner on the back porch tonight."
He felt like a coward for not arguing as the three orcs were led off, they would be put into the cellar where the four of them slept. Foster walked over to porch and sat down, he was shadowed by Percy who secured his chains onto the banister. He returned a short time later and squatted down with a bowl in his hand. Foster was relieved to find chicken and a crumbled biscuit. "Boss said you did good," Percy said. "So no dog food for you tonight, eat up."
With his hands still bound Foster had no choice but to take the food directly from the bowl Percy held. He didn't trust the man and kept expecting the bowl to be dropped or something. However, it never wavered and he finished it. "Thank you," he said, keeping his eyes down. Percy stood and returned a moment later with the some water in the bowl. "I will get back home," Foster thought silently as he dipped his head to take a drink. It tasted off and he pulled back looking up at Percy.
The foreman smirked, "Drink it," he said. "Has a special potion in it the boss bought, supposed to make you stronger."
"I've been doing well," Foster said, reluctant. "Please …"
"Drink it," Percy voice became icy and Foster lapped up the bitter tasting drink. Rough hands grabbed his chin and tilted his head up. "Swallow," he commanded. A little bit of the liquid dripped down his chin as Foster and the other faced off for a moment. Just as Percy started to reach for him he swallowed and gagged. Opening his mouth to prove he had drunk it. "Don't get an attitude now, Foster," Percy said. "You're a smart man; you've figured things out quickly. Just do as we say and we'll treat you fair enough."
His captor sat down his bowl and led him over to the iron door behind the barn. He slid the thick bar off and motioned for Foster to open it. Only then were the chains removed and he motioned inside. Foster jumped down and ducked to avoid being hit on the head as the heavy doors clang shut. The darkness was absolute to him. A strong arm grabbed him around the waist; he didn't fight it as he was lifted and set down. "Throm'ka, Foster," Skang said softly. "Kobug is asleep on the floor." He said explaining the reason for the manhandling.
"How's he doing?" Foster asked, settling down on the thin mat that was his bed.
"I'll survive," the older orc said, proving he was not asleep. "It will take more than this to break me … I was foolish tonight."
"I'm sorry," Foster said. "They favor me for the arena, leaving you here with Percy."
"Not your fault," Skang said. "I get no joy in combating my people. You continue keeping our jailors pleased, it trickles down to us. We had meat in our bowls tonight."
"Just don't ask me what kind of meat it was," Nignath said from her corner.
"It could be rat meat for all I care," Kobug snorted.
"Good guess, Uncle," Nignath replied. "Did I see a bandage on your shoulder, Foster?"
"Dabu," Foster said, "one of your kin took a chunk out of me."
"And you to him?" She asked as she moved over him. His eyes had adjusted so he could see her move around their small cell. It was barely long enough for the four of them to lie down to sleep. "I broke some bones," he admitted.
She nodded and he turned around so she could take the bandage from his shoulder. Her thick fingers poked the sore causing him to wince. "The salve they put on it is useless, just a moment." Her broad thumb rubbed the tender spot, with each circle the pain lessened until it disappeared. "I'll never understand human cruelty," she said as she moved back to her blanket.
"You orcs aren't exactly kittens," Foster said with a smirk.
"We always strive for honor," Kobug said. "What purpose is it to hold us here against our wills and treat us worse than animals?"
"So you are saying I would be treated better by your people?" Foster asked.
"You would be granted a quick death," Skang said. "That is better than living in a cage."
"That I agree with," Foster said as he settled down to sleep. Morning came early for them and with the late night fights; he needed all the sleep he could get to keep pressing on. Someday there would be a chance and he would have to be ready to take it.
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