Wow! Four stories in one week! Ever since the brain injury, stories have popped into my head left and right! Make sure to review and tell me how I'm doing! Don't be afraid of flames either, since I can use them to better my stories. Because I of this, I can update, but it'll be slower and of less quality. So, I'll wait for this to be over so I can pop out some of my best chapters! That why multi-chapter stories, like Tales of Shadows 2, will be on a temporary hiatus, though I might still update the skits ones. And once again, this is on my laptop instead of my Xbox 360, so there'll just be a regular "e" for "Muzet".
The group fought Gaius and Muzet and lost, the group except for Milla and Jude lying dead on the ground with multiple slash marks on them, their blood everywhere.
"M-Milla..." Jude groaned. He was on his stomach in a sea of red, the thick liquid soaking into his clothes. He would heal himself, but he was out of mana and their pack of gels was by Gaius. Despite the pain, he managed to prop himself up on his elbows, staring at the woman who meant the world to him. She was on her feet, standing before Gaius and Muzet, though she too was hurt. She was bleeding severely from a large cut on her left shoulder, along with other wounds scattered all over her body.
"I told you both that if you continue this, you will lose the person most dear to you," the king said bluntly, staring at the two through crimson eyes, Muzet's blade shining in his hand, drenched in blood.
"Milla, if you hadn't done this, this wouldn't have happened or not yet, at least," Muzet chimed in. The spirit glanced over at Jude struggling to his feet, trying to hold his intestines in, blood gushing out of the large slice across his abdomen, trying to talk, despite the foul liquid filling in his mouth, despite how much he spat out.
"M-Milla...I can...fight...too..." Jude coughed, pulling his hand away from his mouth and seeing it drenched in scarlet.
"Jude...you'll die..." Milla panted, still not facing him. Blood spilled from her mouth as she did so.
"I...don't...care..." the teen replied. "We... need to... save...the people...of...Elympios...and...Maxwell..."
"Jude...Milla..." Maxwell murmured from the Lance of Kresnik, where he was trapped.
"Jude...I can't bear...to lose you..." Milla pleaded as the black-haired teen stood next to her, one hand over his stomach, but the other up and ready to punch.
"I-I...can't...bear..to lose...you...either..." Jude managed to say. "But...if...we're...going...to...die...we may...as...well...die...fighting..."
"Unbelievable..." Muzet groaned, putting one hand up to her face in disbelief. "Just die already!"
"Agreed," Gaius huffed. "Why go so far as to oppose us?"
"Because...I...love...her..." Jude weakly said, getting dizzy from the blood loss.
"And...I...love...Jude..." Milla said.
"A human and spirit in love," Muzet growled. "How unusual..."
"If they love each other, they can die together!" Gaius boomed, walking toward Jude and raising his sword.
As his throat was slashed and he fell, he saw Gaius do the same to Milla.
"M..ill...a..." Jude whispered as he closed his eyes for the last time.