Mayhem

"Crash"

The vibration and the sheer power of the force on the door pushed Galvar back. He staggered and fell to the floor. He stared at the door as it once again shook. Dust and splinters fell to the ground as sunlight gushed through the perimeter of the door.

"Mother! What is going on?"

Guenor sat on the table with a bowl of soup in front of her still awaiting her brother's help. Typhainne merely sat on a chair blankly staring at the door, a tear trickling down her eyes. Galvar felt something stir inside him. His limb, helpless and powerless moments ago, was now full of energy. Galvar had to do something. He could not break his father's trust.

"Argh"

With a loud war cry, Galvar once again rushed to use himself as a barricade to protect his family. As Galvar was inches away from the cabinet, sunlight assaulted his eyes as the door broke free from its place. The cabinet tipped over threatening to collapse on top of Galvar as its door swung wide open dropping clay pots, kitchenware and food stuff on him. Galvar was forced to side step the huge weight as he watched the cabinet fall to the ground. Moments later a few men wearing half-plate armor rushed through the door.

Galvar was on the verge of fighting the men with his bare fist until his heart and body froze with a chill. Galvar's eyes were drawn towards their metal swords and daggers sheath on their waist. Beads of sweat trickled down Galvar's neck as his body stiffened in place. He noticed the men survey the room. All their eyes landed on the three civilians in the room.

"Do it." A man wearing full-plate commanded in a deep tone. Galvar's eyes tailed two soldiers as they made their way towards Guenor and Typhainne. His eyes picked up some movement and he diverted his gaze in front of him. A soldier stood in front of him and brought his hand up towards Galvar's arm. Galvar watched as it took hold of his arm, pain pulsating from the grasp. Only then did Galvar realize what the two men were about to do.

"Don't you dare!" Galvar's loud bellow echoed in the room diverting all the mens gaze towards him. The soldier holding Galvar's arm seemed to be taken aback as the pressure he asserted on it was reduced. Taking the opportunity, Galvar used all his might and pried his arm free from the man's grasp. He rushed straight towards Guenor and Typhainne ignoring the scary armored men all around him. Moments before Galvar reached them, a soft yet powerful sound compelled him to stop in his tracks and look towards the door.

"Clap, Clap, Clap." The crisp sound took the attention of everyone in the room. They all looked towards a man clad in clean shining clothes and ornate jewelry. A beautiful sword embellished in big and vivid gems was hanging by his side.

"Like father, like son." The man said as he elegantly walked into the room. Behind him, two soldiers dragged a tall man with a gag on his mouth. His legs splayed behind him caked in soil and mud as it dragged on the wooden floor. Although the tall man was bloody and bruised in his face, Galvar recognized the man. His mind raced as many questions popped in his head. He did not believe that his father could become in this state. Galvar's eyes glistened and his mouth slowly opened letting out a soft pitiful voice.

"Father?"

"Hahahaha." The elegant man bent down and held his knees unable to control his laughter. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

"Haa, It was worth it to bring this Idiot here after all." The man studied Galvar's poor state. He was breathing erratically and looking at his father with eyes open wide.

"This is what you deserve for refuting my words instead of kneeling in front of me and licking my boots like a dog. I lost two great men by his hands." The man cast a momentary piercing gaze at Wymon being held by two soldiers on the ground before looking at the two women in the room.

"Now that I, Lord Calvin, have taken claim over this village, It's about time I use my rights." He walked towards the beautiful woman with dead eyes.

"Strip her."

"Aaah" Amongst the grunts and cries of Wymon, The soldier who had grabbed onto Typhainne's arms moments ago forcefully took off her clothes. Typhainne did not resist as she cast her dead eyes onto the man who gave the order.

"Not a lively one is she?" Calvin declared to his soldiers as he unbuckled his belt. He gave the belt to one of the nearby soldiers and dropped his pants. The soldier grasping onto Typhainne let go off her arm and retreated a short distance back. Typhainne stood still staring at Calvin.

Calvin stopped inches away from Typhainne. He brought his soft hands and went over Typhainne's beautiful proportions. He caressed her bosom and commanded her.

"Get on the ground."

Typhainne complied and got onto all fours and closed her eyes in anticipation.

"Slap, thud, slap."

The sound of pounding and hands striking against flesh filled the room. Guenor, Galvar and Wymon watching in horror as Calvin raped Typhainne right in front of them. A soldier kept his fingers on Wymons eyes, preventing him from closing them shut.

Galvar's soul was shattered. Everything today was going so poorly. His father now laid on the floor sobbing like Galvar used to years ago. Guenor slumped onto the floor scared and confused. Typhainne accepted being raped without retaliation. It all started with the army. If the army wasn't here, none of this would have happened. And the man called Calvin seemed to be the one in charge.

"Aargh" Galvar let out a shout as he attempted to break free from the soldier grasping his hand.

"Oi." The soldier struggled to hold Galvar tight. Fortunately for him, a soldier nearby rushed towards Galvar and grabbed his other free arm. Galvar kept letting out a deep voice as his attempts kept on failing. Calvin paused his motions and took in Galvar's furious gaze.

"Heh." Calvin's smirk only caused Galvar's deep hatred for the man in front of him to deepen further. Galvar's raspy voice became even louder forcing one of the soldiers to gag him with a piece of cloth.

"Now, shouldn't we take this up a notch?" Calvin asked Typhainne.

"You see, It is not that enjoyable if I'm the only one doing work here." Typhainne kept on ignoring Calvin with dead eyes.

"I might have to even go for someone else more lively if this keeps up." At these words from Calvin, something seemed to have stirred in Typhainne's heart. She followed Calvin's gaze and laid her eyes on her adorable daughter.

"No." Typhainne let out a soft plea.

"Nooo!" She screamed. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't do anything to her."

"Then prove it with your body."

Typhainne furiously swayed her hips up and down Calvin and she moaned in pleasure. She let out dirty words as she stared at Calvin from behind with a smile.

"That's more like it."

Calvin brought his hands towards Typhainne's neck and choked her while moving his hips faster. Typhainne moaned louder as she ignored her body's natural instincts to live.

"Ugh" Calvin stopped his motions and opened his mouth and closed his eyes in ecstasy. Still grasping onto Typhainne's neck, after a moment of rest he brought her head closer to his and whispered.

"I never promised to not lay a hand on your daughter."

"Nooooooo!" Calvin shoved Typhainne into the ground. Her head slammed against the floor. Waves of pain rippled from her forehead but she did not care. She tried to get up and protect her little daughter but a soldier shoved her once again to the ground and held her head up by pulling her silky straight hair making her watch Calvin's actions.

The quieting room grew louder as jolts of energy rushed into Wymon's and Galvar's bodies. They trashed around and mumbled incoherent yells as they watched Calvin stride towards Guenor.

"Augh" Galvar could not take it anymore. He used all his strength to try and break free. The soldiers in charge of Galvar starred in surprise and horror as their hold of Galvar began to diminish. Not taking any chances, one of the soldiers took the pummel of his dagger and struck it hard onto Galvar's head. Galvar spasmed for a moment before going limp and falling to the ground.

Calvin noticed the incident and furrowed his brows

"I told you to keep them conscious. How else am I going to make them suffer?"

Calvin stopped in front of Guenor, watching the tears and sobs stream from her face.

"I'll deal with you later. In the meantime, strip this girl."

A soldier complied and walked towards Guenor. Calvin waited in anticipation and a grin grew on his face. Before he could see Guenor's tender body, he watched in horror as blood gushed out of Guenor's neck.

"Noooo!" Typhainne screeched as she watched Guenor's body slump to the ground motionless. She stared at the soldier holding a bloody dagger with hatred.

"You…" Calvin looked at the soldier questioningly.

"I'd rather kill her than watch her suffer." The soldier declared.

"Men! Get him!"

Nearby soldier rushed to incapacitate the rebel and bring him to his knees. The rebel knew his fate and unsheathed the sword by his waist and dropped it as well as the dagger onto the floor. The soldiers grabbed his arms and kicked him behind his knees forcing him to the ground. As all this happened Calvin retrieved his sword and stood in front of the kneeling rebel.

"This is what you get for ruining my fun."

Calvin brought his blade to the rebels neck. As he jerked his hands and slit the rebels throat, A loud overpowering voice followed by constant tremors came from the outside.

"I'll go take a look." The soldier in full-plate said as he walked outside.

"Hmph" Calvin wiped the blood in his sword on the clothes of the rebel soldier. He walked towards his pants in the middle of the room when the full-plated soldier rushed back inside panting.

"Run"

"Boom"

Something massive crashed into the wooden cabin splintering and fragmenting the walls. Shouts and screams of men cried out as within moments they got impaled by wood and crushed by the massive thing or debris.

An unknown time passed as Galvar regained consciousness. He opened his eyes to see the bright blue sky and feel its warmth on his body. Wood fragments and dust covered Galvars whole body. Still feeling a sting on the back of his head, he motioned his right hand to massage it. Surprised he was unable to do the simple action, he looked to his right. The serenity and calmness in his eyes changed and darkened in an instant.

"Aargh, Aargh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"