The Left Hand of God - Alternative Ending
By Isaac / Spinebreakers Crew
Cale was sitting, bound and gagged, watching and listening to Bosco interrogate the Marshal and Arbell, his love. He couldn’t bear it. The more he listened to the angrier he got, and as Cale knew, anger made him strong.
He glanced down at his feet, tied to the legs of a wooden chair. Slowly, to prevent detection, he started pulling, harder and harder until he was pulling at full strength, but he couldn’t do it. Bosco was going to kill his only reason for living, and then what was the point? He would be nothing.
Maybe, he thought, if he gave one, fast yank, it would work better. He took a deep breath, and...CRACK! Both his legs flew out from under him, knocking over the chair and breaking it, but that didn’t matter; his legs were free!
Cale’s guards were already moving, hands flying to swords. Cale thought fast, he grabbed two chair legs and turned to face the guards, both with swords in hands. He made a feint, the guards flinched, fear in their eyes. That was all Cale needed to know how to kill them.
They were hesitant to move, Cale’s cold black eyes boring into theirs. Finally, one made a small movement, just enough to tell Cale exactly what he was about to do. The guard thrust his sword at Cale’s chest, Cale brought both chair legs up into an ‘X’ and caught his sword. Then he twisted the legs in such a way that he had a proper grip on the sword, then he flicked it up in the air, still with the chair legs, and kicked the guard in the crotch.
Suddenly, he span and threw the chair legs at the other guard, and plucked the sword out of the air, as graceful as a frog with a fly. He waited for the guards to get up and then with one flowing movement, decapitated both retreating men.
Cale then slashed at the screen, but jumped back as he was met by a scream from Arbell, a curse from the Marshal and Bosco’s sword swinging towards his neck. He instinctively brought up his own sword and met the other with a ‘clang’ of metal and a shower of sparks. He regretted it straight after because compared to the Head Redeemer’s strength, Cale was nothing, and for a reward, he got a jarred arm and his sword was sent spinning into the shadows.
Bosco stuck his face through the slash in the screen, just before tearing it down, to say, ‘What about our deal, boy?” He carried on walking towards the retreating Cale, with a grin on his face, he was going to enjoy this. “Nothing can help you now!” he said, as he rose his sword above his head. At that moment, Cale took a deep breath and let his instincts take over. He saw the sword swinging down, and he closed his eyes.
When he opened them, he found that he had caught Bosco’s sword in between his palms, stopping it, dead still. Bosco looked stunned for a moment, and then gave a gasp as an arrow head appeared, protruding from his shoulder. Then gave a last gargle, as a crossbow bolt passed clean through his neck, and was left, covered in blood, and vibrating in the wall above Cale’s head. The man Cale hated so much staggered once, and then fell backwards, dead.
Waves of disbelief, despair, relief and anger hit Cale like a battering ram, his vision went blurred, and he saw Arbell above him, crying. He looked down at himself and saw blood spurting from a wound in his chest, he hadn’t got out of it as easily as he thought. Then he fell backwards, next to Bosco.