The guards didn’t give Vlad as much trouble as he anticipated, turns out the ammo was always too scarce as criminals would often use it all before getting themselves killed, and the lack of ammo also meant that there was very little training for the guards. The guards did put up a bit of a fight, though their heavy armor slowed them down and wore them out to quickly for them to continuing for long, and swords didn’t quite have the range the bandits rifles did. Of course, the guards wouldn’t say anything, not at first. Their jaws became much looser after three of them were impaled though. Vlad was using the old style of impalement too, a stick rounded as to avoid puncturing organs shoved through the rectum until it pierced the chest. Vlad was about to stab one man’s eyes with a needle when one of the guards confessed the location of the loot from Dingo’s bandit party, along with the location of weapons and supplies. When further pressed for information on the location of Dingo, the guard only repeated what was on the report, a bloody mess of body parts that used to be bandits. From the sounds of it, it took a couple of days to clean up the mess. Vlad was about to continue the torture when he noticed one of his men had stopped moving, when he looked at him directly, the man’s head fell off, and a thin sheet of ice started to melt as hot blood started to bubble through. He turned to start shouting orders when he saw another of his men stop moving, then the limbs of the man fell off and his torso fell into the snow in a bloody pile. Vlad’s men started to shoot at random shadows in hopes of killing whatever was slaughtering their comrades. Then, after another man was disemboweled, Vlad pulled his gun out of its holster and pointed it at the head of the guard he was torturing and shouted out “I see that the report was true! Now I want you to show yourself before I shoot this man in the head so that we may have a fair fight! Or do you not care what happens to these people? I guess we’ll find out, 1… 2… 3!) The guard had closed his eyes and when he heard the shot he fell to the ground thinking he had died, he then opened his eyes and saw Vlad with a stump where his had used to be and the gun lying in pieces on the ground. Wedged in the barrel of the gun was some ice. It was a good thing the guard had closed his eyes, as if he kept them open he would probably have been blinded by shrapnel from the gun backfiring. “Bastard!” Vlad tried to shout out. As he sat up, bleeding to death he saw his men getting slaughtered one by one, each way more horrible than the last one, some were disemboweled, some beheaded, some sliced straight down the middle None of the bandits made it out alive, and Vlad was the last. Suddenly he felt his back go numb, then the rest of his body. He looked down and he saw his remaining impalement rods sticking out of his chest. The guard that was saved before he lost his eyes was able to use them to see his tormenter’s back sliced open down the spine with ice on the edges of the skin and spikes sticking through Vlad.
Wendigo’s Story, part 5