Broroccali Forest Monologue

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“The journey will be long and hard. Are you up for this?” Mel asks, acting like he doesn 't know the answer to the question already. “I 've never been more ready in my life.” Bill’s hard tone showing him a new side of his brother. One of anger and frustration, one ready for revenge. “Ok, then let 's get going.” With a twirl of his finger Mel signaled the guards in the west watch tower to open the gate. It slides open with the clanks of grinding gears and off they go. Broccoli Forest lies one mile west of Oregano and consists of almost fifteen miles of rough forest and creatures. As they approach the darkness of the trees, many people stop them on their way. Many asking if they were dared to make the almost…show more content…
Both brothers have their swords ready, now. Mel, the brother more skilled in combat, prefers the smooth rhythms of two swords and stands at ready eyeing the bush. “Come on out!” “But do you really want me to do that?” purrs the bush, cynical and ringing of truth. “I think we do. It 's two on one, bud,” Mel points out. With that the creature leaps out of the bush straight at Bill, knocking him over on his back. Bill struggles with the orange and cheetah with blackberry spots. Keeping his shield in front of him to avoid being sliced by the cheetah’s fierce claws. He keeps him off of him just in time for the stunned Mel to get himself together and swing his sword in a wide curve, but the cheetah is too fast and easily evades Mel’s attempt. Bill scrambles to his feet now that the beast is off of him and gets a better look at him as they all stare at each other patiently. The cheetah is thin, much more thin than he should be, but gets plenty of food and is so thin just because of his build. He looks almost cartoony and had dark sunglasses even though there isn’t much sun to protect his eyes from. His sugar-white trimmed goatee flowing from his chin, matching his stomach and chest. Standing tall on his two legs with his arms crossed he…show more content…
His eyes turn cold with hatred and anger. He charges at the cheetah with his sword raised above his head and his shield leading him towards his target. The grinning cheetah doesn 't flinch or dodge until the final second when Bill brings his sword down on his prey, easily evading the attack. Bill stumbles forward from the momentum of his hefty sword and tries to regain his balance. The cheetah uses Bill’s poor attack for his own and slices a deep gouge in Bill’s left shoulder with one swift movement of his paw. Bill’s collapsed and unconscious body lay crumpled in the darkness of the thicket. “It 's almost too easy,” chuckles the cheetah. The cheetah approaches the wounded Mel and kneels down on his right knee to observe his next few meals. He lugs Mel over onto his back, looking over him with hungry eyes. He holds his single claw up to his throat, ready to suck the life from him. Mel 's eyes flutter open, confused and uncertain. “Bill?” Mel muttered, confusion plaguing his voice. “No, it 's not Bill. It 's Chest-” He gasps and suckes in his final breath. Bill’s sword impales Chester’s chest, right through his heart. Bill pulls his sword out from his chest, using both hands to shake it free and Chester crumbles to the ground. Bill, unbelieving in what he just did, drops his sword with
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