Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 42 = Right or wrong?
Disclaimer: Although all
characters here are of my own invention, the original idea of Yoshies, Birdos,
etcetera, are copyright of Nintendo, and I make no money from writing this.
Shiala
was pacing back and forth briskly in the hotel room, looking out into the storm
outside and wringing her hands nervously, waiting for Marcus to come back. She
knew she’d overdone it this time; she had never seen Marcus cry before and was
dearly hurt herself by what she had done to him, even though she had intended
to help him as much as possible. Continually cursing herself under her breath,
her head was filled with visions of what could be happening to him… he might
have run off and left her for good… committed suicide in his misery…
“No,
he wouldn’t do that to me…”
“What?”
Manny asked, and she became aware that she had spoken aloud. He continued,
“Look, if you’re worried you can borrow my cloak and go look for him, but if I
know Marcus like I think I do, he’ll just be staring at his reflection in the
river or something like that.”
“You
don’t understand! He was upset… he was crying! I never wanted to do that to
him. And what if that cloak doesn’t protect him enough and he catches a cold,
or pneumonia, or something worse?”
Manny
shook his head despairingly and went back to polishing his sword. “You’re just
doing what Alziana used to do; blow the smallest thing right out of all
proportion, run around in a fit of worry and leap on him when he returned,
bawling apologies and promising never to upset him again.”
“What
are you talking about?” Shiala asked, intrigued.
“Like
I said before; don’t believe everything he tells you about her. She could be a
bad little girl when she wanted to, and had a major weakness for alcohol. I
almost managed to get them broken up by underestimating what she might do while
drunk, you know. Not intentional, I assure you, but a lesson for the both of
them nonetheless. She could be pretty foul-mouthed and violent as well, even
without a drink or two; once or twice I incurred her wrath and heard worse
language than you’d find in a dark bar in the corner of this city. She was
innocent once, then she met Marcus and they both became a lot less charming and
a lot more annoying.”
“But
he’s been gone for so long…”
“Are
you even listening to me?”
“Shut
up!” Shiala yelled, stunning Manny by the outburst. “I don’t care what lies you
have to say! If Marcus wants me to hear something, he’ll tell me! I don’t want you to blacken his name or insult his family and
friends, and I certainly don’t want you slandering Alziana! I love him and I
don’t want to see him hurt!”
Manny
stayed quiet and resumed polishing his sword, casting glances over to her as
she paced back and forth once more, until she flopped onto the bed and lay
there on her back.
“Gods,
I beseech you, please keep him safe, don’t hurt us or tear us apart… deliver
him to my arms in good health and-”
Before
she could finish the prayer, Shiala heard the door open and saw Marcus’s cloak
get thrown onto a spare chair where it could drip. She jumped off of the bed,
leaping into Marcus’s arms as he walked further into the room, squeezing him
tightly and clinging to his body with a death grip, bringing her legs up and
using them to help keep hold of him. She knocked him back a step or two as a
result, but he regained his footing and hugged her as tightly as he could,
rubbing the side of his head against hers affectionately.
“Are
you okay?” She asked in a worried tone.
“I
am now…” He whispered to her, running his hands along her back, feeling happy
to have her with him once more. She let go of him enough to stand face-to-face
with him, until she spotted something on his right arm and tried to look at it
to work out what it was.
On
Marcus’s right arm, between his elbow and shoulder, was the symbol of the
Octotheist religion; eight circles on the edge of a larger circle, traced onto
his skin with a black dye and a very thin paintbrush. Shiala gasped and looked
back up at him, and he gave a small smile, saying softly, “I ended up at a Yoshian
church, and… well, one thing led to another. I think I’ve made the right
decision, though… the Yoshi who was there said that it would come off but my
belief would remain, symbolic of the way that things that disappear are never
truly gone.”
Manny
had also spotted the symbol and ran forward to look, before smirking and giving
Marcus a solid backslap. “Good choice, Marcus… I can tell just by looking at
you now you’ve already changed. What made you decide to convert?”
The
brown Yoshi put his hands on his friends’ shoulders, saying, “Let’s just say
that I finally found some answers to questions I’ve been asking myself a long
time… and I previously never could answer. Once I actually listened, and
thought about what Octotheism says… it made so much sense to me I knew I’d be
stupid to deny it any longer.”
He
pulled the two of them into a group hug and they both hugged back, before
Marcus broke away and told them, “It’s stopped raining, by the way. Shall we go
out and see the city some more?”
“Yeah,
sure.” Manny replied, nodding. “I’m going to go get Visali and head back to
that bar I was at last night, though, but I’ll wait until it’s dark. Until
then… let’s go!”
Marcus
quite liked the city as it was now; there were only a few people on the
streets, as most people were waiting to make sure the rain wasn’t going to
start again, but it wasn’t completely deserted. He was walking along under his
cloak with an arm around Shiala, and Manny was walking next to them, also
wearing his cloak, talking amiably to the other two as they walked.
“Hey,
Marcus, if we find enough silver to make a sword, do you want to wield it, or
should I?”
“Ah,
you can have it, Manny… I’m not a good swordsman, but you’ve had some
practice.”
“Okay…
but let’s wait until we get to Sansata to look. I don’t really like the idea of
carrying a second sword or several lumps of silver across country to the next
city…”
“Hey,
Manny, once this is over with, what do you plan to do?”
“I’m
not sure, really… I might come back here and see if Visali can recommend a good
course at the University… why, what about you?”
“I
don’t know either.” Marcus answered. “I might go back to the feral village with
Shiala… but then again, I might have more to do…”
“Pardon?”
“With
me being a saviour and all… I may have to keep fighting after we take down
Foryo…”
“Yeah,
I knew that, but I was talking about once we’d completely finished everything…
assuming we’re all still alive, of course. Why d'you want to go the feral
village?”
“It’d
be a nice, peaceful life, you know? Just me and Shiala living together… away
from all the stresses and worries of city life… no rent, no food bills, no
money worries at all… just living off the land with someone I love.”
“Well,
it sounds idealistic, but I don’t know if I’d be cut out for that sort of life…
but I could come and visit you, right?”
“Of
course! You’ll still be my friend, I imagine…”
As
they passed by an alleyway they heard a high-pitched cry, and turned to look in
the direction it came from. Despite being sheltered by tall buildings on both
sides, enough light was shining into the alley for the three Yoshies to see an
appalling sight.
Four
humans, teenage males, had a green baby Yoshi less than half their size, and
were kicking it between them like a ball, laughing whenever it screamed in pain
and clearly revelling in the torture they were inflicting. There were streaks
of blood on the cobblestone road, and the baby was bleeding from many points on
its body, sometimes in small trickles, sometimes in a steady flow. As one kick
carried it onto to the middle of the alley and it landed on its front, its gaze
caught that of the three Yoshies, and it feebly reached out for them for a
moment before it was kicked again.
“This
is sickening.” Manny murmured, narrowing his eyes in disgust.
“I
can’t watch…” Shiala said, looking away.
Marcus
remained silent for a moment, before taking long strides forward with his cloak
billowing out behind him until the humans stopped as they noticed the visitor.
The brown Yoshi clenched his fists and demanded, “Why are you torturing that
baby?”
“Don’t
try to stop us.” One of them said. “Or they’ll never find your body…”
All
four of them pulled knives out from their pockets and brandished them at
Marcus, who stood there unimpressed. “Just hand it over and I may just let you
live…”
“You
want him?” Another taunted. “Go get him!”
He
ran up to the little baby, who had been trying to crawl away, and kicked it
hard at an angle so that it went flying up into the air and smacked against a
brick wall, leaving a blood stain where it hit the bricks before falling down
onto its front and crying. An uncontrollable rage came over Marcus, and he felt
his hands twitching by his side as he tried to restrain himself from running
forward and trying to strangle the nearest human. Marcus edged his way over to
the little Yoshi, but just as he was about to bend down and pick it up, the
four teenagers set upon him and he was forced back, quickly dodging a couple of
stabs from the ones who got close to him.
Out
of the corner of his eye, Marcus saw the little baby look up with its big,
saddened eyes, and Marcus turned back to the humans, staring the nearest one in
the eyes. Fury overcame him, and he raised his right hand up towards the human
with the fingers spread out, but what happened next took him completely by
surprise…
As
though his anger reached a peak, he felt a wave of something pass through him
and focus at his fingertips, where a small, red pentagram of light formed and
faded before purple bolts of what looked to be electricity blasted out from his
hands and struck all four humans, knocking them off their feet. All this
happened in a single second, and a stunned Marcus stood there frozen to the
spot with his arm extended, unable to comprehend how, or indeed what, he had
just done.
Seeing
the humans starting to get to their feet, Marcus narrowed his eyes and bluffed,
“Get out of my sight or I’ll do it again!”, while trying to sound confident and
not somewhat scared. They scrambled to their feet and took off like a shot,
running out of the alley and down the road, past a completely astounded Manny
and Shiala, staring at Marcus with wide eyes and open mouths.
Trying
to act like nothing had happened, Marcus ran over to the baby Yoshi and picked
it up, detecting faint breaths from it accompanied by weak whimpers of pain. It
was badly injured, but still alive, and the look in its bright eyes was one of
hopelessness and despair. Marcus gently touched the tip of its nose with his
index finger and comfortingly said, “Don’t worry, it’s okay… I’ll take you somewhere
safe…”
It
clutched at his chest and rested its head on his skin, while blood ran down
from a large abrasion on the side of its head, and tears streaked down its
white cheeks. Cradling the little one, Marcus strode back towards Manny and
Shiala, who stepped backwards as he approached them and made warding signs with
their hands, but Marcus no longer attempted to disguise his feelings and called
out to them in a wavering voice, “I don’t know how I did that… but… I have no
intentions of attacking you… so please, just come here and co-operate…”
Slowly
and uneasily, his two friends stepped forwards, keeping their eyes on him as
they nervously approached him, weary of being stuck down themselves by whatever
power Marcus had just displayed. Shiala was the first to overcome her fear and
come close to Marcus, cautiously standing next to him and putting an arm around
him as he held the baby close to his chest.
“Daddy…”
he heard it cry in Yoshian, and Marcus tried to cradle it in his arms.
“Don’t
worry… I’ll find your daddy…”
“No…
daddy’s gone… mommy’s gone…”
Marcus
gently hugged the baby. “I can find them, everything will be okay… just hang
on…”
“No,
no… they’re gone, they’re dead…”
Marcus
fell silent, and Shiala held her arms out so that Marcus could hand the little
Yoshi over to her. Although it was generally just a smaller version of
themselves, it wore no saddle, its tail was very small, and its head was out of
proportion to its body moreso than usual. It feebly held onto Shiala’s orange
chest, and she hefted it up onto her shoulder so it could wrap its arms around
her neck, keeping it there for a moment before asking, “Why did those people
attack you?”
“I
tried to get away…” it replied faintly, and Marcus could see its eyelids droop
slowly. “My parents are dead… mommy… daddy… both gone… I got sent to a big
place with lots of other kids with no parents… but they were all humans… they
teased me… they picked on me… I tried to escape… but those four… they came
after me… and hurt me… I don’t wanna die…”
“You
won’t.” Shiala said softly, patting its back with one hand. She could see
Marcus and Manny standing side-by-side, watching her as she consoled the little
orphan. “We know someone who can make you better…”
“I
don’t wanna go back to that place.” The baby sniffled. “Don’t send me back…
please…”
“We’re
not humans.” Shiala replied, with a biting tone to her voice. “We won’t hurt
you. We’re going to make you better. But tell us… what’s your name?”
“Tammy.”
The baby replied in a very faint voice. “Short for Tamaroro… but Tammy… sounds
like… girl’s name…”
Tammy’s
voice went very quiet, and his head sagged sideways on Shiala’s shoulder,
prompting the red Yoshi to take him off her shoulder and hold him in front of
her. “Tammy? Are you okay?” She asked, but there was no reply.
“C’mon,
get up…” She said softly, starting to walk forwards, before breaking into a
run, followed closely by her companions as they raced back to Visali’s flat,
hoping against hope to find Sira there…
To
be continued…