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Old 04-18-2005, 11:14 AM   #147
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Stuttering Stuga & Co

While walking, the troll in Stuttering Stuga's grasp had stopped moving. The long struggle had finally ended, and the caverns were silent once again. A lifeless body remained, whose arms and legs were dangling in an urgent rhythm; the rhythm of a killer's pace.

"S-s-s-silent, eh?" Stuttering Stuga said, grinning satisfyingly. Only minutes ago, gasps and choked cries had left the other troll's mouth. Now it seemed that he had given up against Stuttering Stuga's immense powers. "I was-s-s g-g-gettin' s-s-ick of y-yer, ya kn-n-now. C-c-an't have t-t-that," he said, thinking aloud. He thought of the moment he discovered Frett in the cavern, their cavern, for what seemed the hundredth time, together with the clique. Was it so difficult for him to understand that he was not one of them? They didn't want him; he was annoying, ignorant, useless, lazy and he spoke too much.

Suddenly, when going over Frett's absolute uselessness in his head, it struck him as odd that Frett the Expelled had become so silent. He didn't call or even move. Was he not feeling good? He certainly had an odd colour on his face, but he seemed to be asleep. But then, why were his eyes open? Shaking his head, he decided to shake the troll he bore as well. It was a wonderful feeling; shaking was fun. And while doing so, the limbs of the troll swung in a hurried pace, back and forth.

***

In another tunnel, which bent into the opposite direction of where Stuttering Stuga and the newly deceased Frett were, a gang of trolls was lost in the dark; among them were Riva, the Old Hag, Uruva, the ‘Beautiful’, and the intelligent Grawa.

“We’ve lost track of him,” Grawa said loudly to the others, pretending to be smart. Uruva rolled her eyes; they knew that much. They didn’t need ‘I’m-important-and-smart’, Grawa, to tell them that. “We have?” The female troll said mockingly. It annoyed her that this fool of a troll always said the most obvious things in the world, as if the rest of them were too stupid to figure anything out by themselves.

“Yes,” Grawa started, seeing his chance to impress Uruva, who he, like Stuga, had always been very taken by. He turned to her, and trying to be smooth, he started;” Yes, my dear Uruva. My guess is that we lost Stuttering Stuga for some time ago. I guess that we’re at least a mile apart. It can be more, I guess. I guess that if Stuga really wanted to kill Frett, he must have done so by now. Then, I guess, Frett is dead.”

“STOP GUESSING, YOU TWIT!” This time it was the Old Hag’s turn to speak. Overhearing Grawa’s resolutions and the final conclusion had made her red-faced with anger. With a desperate cry, she aimed at him and jumped. The two of them fell over, the Hag having a tight grasp around Grawa’s neck. Rolling from one side to another on the stone floor, the two were quickly involved in a battle of life and death. The other trolls, who had only just noticed the two of them fighting, came over and gathered in a circle, surrounding them. “Come on, Riva! Show him who’s in charge!” It was obvious that the older troll had an upper hand; she was a rather big lady, and it seemed that this was to her advantage for once.

Giggling with delight over the little performance, the rest of the trolls watched Riva smacking Grawa a handful of times, and it was only when Grawa called out for help, crying that he surrendered, that they finally tore the two apart. Grawa seemed to be quite embarrassed by the incident, and didn’t dare look into Uruva’s eyes. She, who had enjoyed seeing Grawa humiliated, could nothing but laugh.

*

They had walked for another hour or so, now going backwards, aiming for their cavern. They had already failed in the hunt for Stuttering Stuga and Frett. At last they decided to make their way back, hoping to find Stuttering Stuga there. They didn’t care about Frett, The Expelled. He had no right to be in their cavern anyway; not a word of their dismay towards Frett was uttered to his mother, Riva, though. Anyhow, Riva objected naturally to their decision about going back; she even threatened to stay behind and starve herself to death. When they told her that this was okay, that if this was what she really wanted, she was welcome to do so, Riva immediately changed her mind.

Nearing their home, they were alarmed by a scream. “Where did that come from?” Uruva asked, not expecting any reply.

“MY FRETT!!!!” A moment passed, and all of the trolls started to run down the tunnel.

It was only Grawa who noticed that the smell that hit them didn’t come from any troll. It was the smell of unexpected, and most likely uninvited, guests. Before he was able to warn any of the others, it seemed that Riva, who was in the lead of the running company, had come to the end of the tunnel. She stopped, and looking around, she discovered that it was certainly not Frett who stood in front of her, but someone else; a stranger.

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