Redwall Isn't Safe Anymore! (Is Redwall as Safe as they Say it is? Part Two)

[Groddil]

"He threw that chance away a long time ago, Grant. You can keep spoon-feeding hope to the hopeless, but they just spit it straight out. And not just us either, what about how he treated Fangfang..."

[Ashleg]

She's bringing Fangfang into this? Something in Rapshade snapped.
"Y' know nothing about Fang an' what happened!" The ferret shrieked, pouncing on Mortembell. He twisted around and bit into the fox's arm, causing Grant to gasp in horror.

The Abbot snatched a fork off the table. "What are you doing? Wh-what.."

[Groddil]

Mortembell screamed, kicking Rapshade roughly and prying her arm free. The vixen wrenched a large knife from the fish tray and brandished it.
"Just try something, Rapshade! Give me an excuse to stab you with this."

[Ashleg]

"Go on, why don't ya?! Nobeast's stoppin' yew." Rapshade sneered, crouching on the ground.
"Enough!" Grant shouted, jumping in between them.
He shot Rapsgade a few fiery glares before looking at Mortembell.
"There will be no stabbing as long as I'm around." He snapped. "If it would make you calm down, fine. Take him back to the cellars. I don't care. In fact, I don't care anymore at all. Nobeast listens to me and instead you settle things by violence. I'm going up to my room. Duncan's in charge; and with that I say good night."
He scowled and marched out of the room.
A couple minutes later Roscoe got up and scurried after him.

[Groddil]

"Fine!"
Still gripping the knife with one paw, Mortembell grasped the rope dangling on the floor. With a rough tug, she ran for the cellar at a swift jog, pulling Rapshade behind her. Unlocking the door, the vixen shoved Rapshade in and clicked him into his chains, making sure to make the rarely-used neck chain as tight as possible. Rage in her eyes, Mortembell pulled the door shut behind her and snatched an until torch from a wall bracket.
"This'll make as good a club as any..."
The vixen cackled and began to swing the makeshift club, buffeting Rapshade several times. Between swings, she screamed at the unfortunate ferret.
"NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEING CAREFUL? HUH?"

[Ashleg]

Between screams and wails the hapless Rapshade managed to belt out a response, which is what he thought she'd want to hear; "Please Marm! I'm done bein' careful!"
It quickly faded into a series of yelps and screeches.
He curled up on the floor and tried to cover his head.

[Groddil]

Mortembell temporarily stopped the beating.
"Stopped being careful, have you? If what you were before was you being careful, I'd hate to see what you'd do if you weren't."
That said, Mortembell, having caught her breath, resumed the merciless assault, sometimes swinging the unlit torch, sometimes aiming a rough kick towards Rapshade's protected head.

[Ashleg]

Rapshade went limp, weeping brokenly.
Why am I crying? This was what he'd done to his slaves; and, in a sense, he was being made a slave by Mortembell. Why couldn't he take it?
The ferret decided to stop resisting and let the vixen go at it with him, his pitiful yelps filling the room.
She could have her fun for now.

[Hickory]

Ava appeared in the doorway, entering the darkened cellar room. "Mortembell, stop that immediately. You're only as bad as him if you do that."

[LT Sandpaw]

Standing up Rayne followed Ava down towards the cellars but stopped half way. The badger mother could handle Mortembell, and Rapshade. Instead she turned and ascended the stairs after Grant her footpaws pattering quietly up the steps. Following the hallway to Grant's private quarters she tapped lightly on the door.

"Abbot Grant? Are you alright?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Twisting in his seat Aver looked worriedly at Duncan. "'Erm, yon Mortybell is a bit o' a loose arrow. Ye think it t'was wise givin' 'er charge o'er our prisoner?" The otter bit his lip worriedly. There was no love lost between the otter and the ferret, a large lump on the back of his head showed clear evidence of that. Yet Aver couldn't stand the idea of somebeast stabbing another in the Abbey, ecspecially a injured and helpless beast like Rapshade. Well, not entirely helpless. He rubbed the spot ruefully.

"Ava went along after em, she'll 'anndle it. Meself might jus' worsen things eh. Tho' I ought to go an' make sure all th' same."

OOC: Incase ya'll didn't look at the Vacation thread I'm not going to be super active for a short while. I might drop in once or twice a day to check up on the RP.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe appeared beside Rayne and tapped her on the shoulder.
"It's no use, 'e doesn't answer." The weasel said. "I've been tryin' ta get in fer a while t' tell 'im I'm leavin'... It's been useless."

--

"Not in the slightest..." Duncan murmured, looking quite disturbed by the whole thing.
He could kind of hear Rapshade's screams echoing up from the cellars.
The hare grimaced, "You're right. This isn't about saltshakers anymore. Come on, let's go check it out."
As he rose from his chair and waited for Aver to follow, he caught the mortified glance Fang shot him.

[LT Sandpaw]

Shrugging Rayne tapped on the door again. "Father Abbot I'll be in the infirmary tending to upset stomachs if you need me." Turning away she brushed past Roscoe and made her way down the hall towards the infirmary.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Standing as well Aver adjusted his belt in a badly hidden attempt to loosen it. "Yeah, that don' sound good. les' go put a stop to that, th' fox 'as no right to 'urt 'Im."

[Groddil]

Mortembell turned to face Ava, a mixture of grief and rage in her eyes.
"You don't understand, Ava. My husband is dead because of him. Mixy is dead because of him. All the others, dead BECAUSE. OF. HIM! He did this to countless creatures, just because he was too lazy to walk. They didn't deserve this, HE DOES! If I had my way, HE WOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE! HE'D BE DEAD! DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!"
The unlit torch fell from the vixen's grasp as she steadied herself on the wall, quietly sobbing.

[Hickory]

Ava immediately saw the discomfort and emotion in the vixen's eyes. "He already got waht he deserved. He is no longer a beast of his namesake, and he's lost everything. You know Rapshade better than any of us. He will do his best to be what vermin are.... But in the end, there's always a scrap of goodness, no matter how small."

The badger glared frostily at Rapshade. "And you. You brought this upon yourself by not keeping your mouth shut. I hope it doesn't happened again. Come on Mortembell, let's get back to the feast."

[Groddil]

Mortembell blinked back a tear.
"No. I can't go back there. I need to do something else first."
The vixen limped off sadly, ignoring Stumbly and Drubble staring at her as she passed. Standing in the shadows of Great Hall, the vixen cast a hopeful eye over the feasting. Shaking her head, Mortembell pulled her robe tighter around herself and trudged off into the snow.