Let my People go

Let My People Go......

The cand red blooded troll entered the land, he glared out from under the hood of his cloak. He was angry, he wanted his people back. He walked with a few other low bloods treading behind him with caution.  The Sufferer was yet scared deep down inside; he had only seen the Highblood once and that fucker was scary. He swallowed hard and entered the dark town which had colors painted everywhere.
Clown trolls popped and peeked their heads out from their homes and watched the lowbloods tread through their town and head for the large throne room that rested high on a high. Dead trolls layed in the streets here and there and blood pooled and formed into puddles. The Signless stepped in a few and he simply grimaced in disgust. This was just outright awful and he was not happy. The other lowbloods that follow behind him quivered in both fear and made faces of the horrifying sights.
The Highblood sat in his throne and looked down over his painted town, his growled and gripped the hilt of his spiked club tightly, the leather creaking silently. He bared his large sharp teeth when he spotted the candy red lowblood leading other lowbloods into his town. He sat forward in his throne and a large grin formed along his painted face. "How Mother fucking delightful.." He mused.
The lowbloods had spotted the large Troll in his throne and they stared wide eyed. Signless inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly as he began to tread up the large stone steps, briskly moving; he was soon closer to the large clown troll. He gritted his teeth and bared a glare sharper than daggers. He was angry. Along the sides of the stairs were cages and inside them contained lowbloods who were wounded and deathly ill. This only angered the Sufferer more.
Highblood chuckled and lent forward still in his throne and then he hissed out. "So...the red blood has the guts to face me? Is that fucking right?" He laughed out and began to stand. The signless stood a few feet away from him and looked up at the large Troll. GHB looked down at him and grinned all the more and then lifted his spiked club to drape it over one of his broad muscular shoulders. "And who the mother fuck said you had any right to be fucking here lowblood?" He snarled. The lowblood glared still and then spoke out. "I am here for my people..."


This made the Highblood bust out into pure laughter and he stared at the other free lowbloods.
"You fucking think you can just come and take em back!? Is that fucking it?"
"Yes...And I will take my people back.."
"OH, you are fucking amusing..."
The large clown troll eyed the red blood slowly, strangely enough. He wanted the lowblood. He watched the signless move closer and the large troll lifted his hand and picked up the small lowblood by his throat and slammed him into a wall. The other lowbloods gasped and raised their weapons. He snorted. Royal guards came out and surrounded the others, they raised their own weapons and were prepared to fight at any moment.
The signless gasped out and squinted at the GHB, he was pissed and flailed his legs trying to get free from the highbloods grasp. Lifting his hands, he grasped at the highbloods hand and attempted to pry him off. But he was failing. Hardcore too. The clown troll was just too strong. Flashbacks began to fill the Signless' mind of the highblood and him when they were kids, and it pained him. They used to be such good friends...so close, they did everything together and he remembed the highblood never being like this. Not entirely, sure the fucker was always scary and psychotic but he never was like this....
The clown troll simply snarled at him and raised the lowblood higher into the air by his throat and he snarled. He had forgotten those memories...pushing them far back into his mind, he was not the same Troll he used to be. He was much stronger, far scarier, and more deathly.

++FlashBack++
The Signless had remembered being picked on when he was little for his candy red colored blood and for being a lowblood, and there he was. The larger clown troll who did not tolerate anyones shit. He had saved the signless that day. Killing the other trolls and painting the walls and pavements with their colored blood. He was pissed. The Signless has thanked him and the larger troll had told the smaller one to stay by his side from now on and that he'd be there to protect the smaller one from the other highbloods. This was not allowed of course, since highbloods and lowbloods were not allowed to speak to each other and yet the highblood clown troll did not give a flying fuck. he was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted since hsi father was the leader of the Subbjuglators.

++Present++
The clown troll had tied up the red blood near his throne in shackles, a chain around his neck which was linked to the shackles around his wrists. He was forced on his knee's and he sat beside the large highbloods throne.