Chapter 2: "Unwanted, Un-dead Assistance"
Part 1
2nd of Rain's Hand, 4E 202. Today, at night time.
Welp...here we are. Me and the egg-sister Leer-Cha sitting down in the Warrens, making friends with the Skeevers, unable to find another occupation while that bastard Cosnach is probably scaling a mountain of riches. I just lay down, eating my last half of the bread I currently have, it'll probably be the last piece of food I'll have for a week or 2, hopefully I'll get lucky and the guards will feel sympathetic and they'll spare us some Sweet Rolls, I doubt it though.
On the bright side, however, tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be...32! That's right. Hopefully the diseased ones in this damnable crypt won't spread their sicknesses to me before then. Right now Leer-Cha's looking at me, I don't know why. She may want to say something but is probably hesitating, she is pretty shy.
I look at her and ask, "What is it, Leer-Cha?" and she replies with a shaking index finger pointing right past me and stutters, "Carries....there's a HUGE Skeever...right beside you..." I sighed, thinking she was playing another joke on me, but I turn to my left and...By the Hist, look at the size of that bastard! I don't normally get frightened by small vermin but this one was an exception. The creature just tried to bite my hand, but I swiped it away just in time. What are you doing with that mouth still open? Gonna bite me again? I dont think so!
Just then, I tightly grasped it's snout and shut it's mouth. I don't know what to do now....oh wait, I had an Iron dagger next to me. Wow, I'm dumb. So I pick it up and shank the vile animal in it's side, and it bleeds to death. As it falls to it's eternal rest, I mentally remind myself of me and Leer-Cha's normal routine with dead Skeevers in the Warrens.
"Leer-Cha...you think we should..?" I asked Leer-Cha quietly across the room, making a picking up and throwing gesture while looking at the Skeever. "I don't know...Carries....remember last time, the guards almost caught us..." she responded back, nervously. What a big baby! We always prank the Arnleif and Sons by throwing the dead Skeevers through their windows at night, and we only ALMOST got caught one time! "Oh...quit being such a Scaredy Elk! The guards right now dwindle in number because they're sleeping in their little Guard House or whatever! And if they are on duty their probably drunk! Now come on!" Leer-Cha then sighed in a frustated manner and we both got up. Leave it to Leer-Cha to be a party pooper...
I open the Dwarven Door quietly and peek through the gap...no guards outside. Shows how much they care about the poor and sick...lazy asses wont even protect us at night. I give Leer-Cha a thumbs up to let her know that the coast is clear. She picks up the Skeever carcass, she seems to be having a bit of trouble. I guess its heaviness is a byproduct of its size. I walk fastly over to her to help her carry the behemoth out of here.
The damn thing felt so disgusting to hold, none of the other skeevers felt this vomit-worthy, and it smelled like plops too. Oh well. We busted through the door recklessly with the dead skeever in our hands...luckily nobody heard us. I guess Nords always went to sleep early, unlike us Argonians. We try to be as quiet as we can, maneuvering our way through the wooden bridges above the water, and go to the empty town center where Hogni sells his meat and Kerah sells her jewelry.
We finally arrive there, the store that shunned us is in sight. Ours is to prank them for revenge! I turn my head towards Leer-Cha, who is hard to see in the dark ambiance of the night, and ask, "You ready?" my sister nodded quickly. Then she said, "On three...one...two...three!" just then, we push the heavy, dead Skeever through the night sky and it breaks through the window on the second floor, shattering all the glass. Leer-Cha and I ran like the wind back to the Warrens, laughing really hard in the process.
As soon as we arrived to the open door that we forgot to shut, we hear a muffled, bloodcurling scream that came from inside the door to Cairine's room. What could've happened? We both go in the Warrens and I shut the door about as slowly as were walking right now. I'm a bit scared right now, I'm not going to lie. Then suddenly, the door flies open by itself and Cairine's unconscious body is thrown out of it. The body appeared to have a bloody bite-mark on the neck. I sprint through her door and yell as soon as I bursted through, "WHO'S THERE?!" unfortunately, my fear is causing my voice to be shaky and not as intimidating. I saw and heard absolutely nothing in the room, but I knew something was lurking in those shadows...I could hear Leer-Cha's apprehensive breathing across the room.
Its been about 10 minutes and I havent seen anything. Might as well lower my fists, whatever it was is obviously gone now. But I'm not going to let my guard down....I'm not sleeping tonight...
It's cool that you're doing first person narrative - it gives it that much more of a personal touch. This is definitely different from your previous story in which you really had much of it in almost like a script form. The different colored dialogue I know shows who's speaking, but it might help to set it all apart (each time someone different speaks) in different paragraphs instead. I think it would be even easier to follow that way.
