Chapter 4
I felt Clockwork set the thermos back on the table, and heard the door slam open. "Clockwork!"
I heard Clockwork sigh and turn around. "Yes?"
"We were told that you let that evil ghost Dan out of the thermos to... Um..."
Even though I couldn't see it, I knew Clockwork rolled his eyes. "And who told you that?"
"One of the Observants that we sent to deliver a message. Clockwork, you're not trying to tell me that he lied to us, are you?"
"Of course not, sir. He just stretched the truth a bit. You see, I just returned to the tower to get started on that task you gave me, but I hit the table holding the thermos on the way to the screens. The thermos fell, so I picked it up, then went to change clothes because I had gotten something on it."
I smiled at the explanation. It had taken us a while to come up with the story, but it was worth it.
Clockwork continued. "Turns out the cap to the thermos was loose, and when it fell it became even more loose. So, when I was changing, he broke out and came to my room. He pushed me against my closet and kissed me. That's when the Observant came to give me the message, which I have yet to receive, by the way."
"Where is the ghost now!?"
Clockwork sighed. "Relax. I kept extra thermoses in my closet just in case. I think the real problem is to find out who didn't put the cap on tightly in the first place. Who put him back in the thermos after the trial?"
There was a swallowing sound, then the shaky sound of a new voice. "I- I put him back in, sir. I didn't realize I didn't put the top on tightly enough."
There was a long silence, then the first observant began to speak again. "Clo-"
He was cut off by a new voice. "No way! He's lying! I saw them! They were in bed, not against a wall! And Dan was holding Clockwork and they were just lying there! He's lying! They're together! I bet Dan's not even in that thermos!"
I thought now would be a good time to yell back. "You! I'd be free right now if you didn't distract me! Let me out of this stupid thing so I can rip him apart!"
There was a growl from the observant, and the sound of several feet moving towards the bedroom. A few minutes later, Clockwork walked back in, followed by the others. "Y-you guys are crazy."
"Crazy!? You're the one sleeping with the most evil ghost in the ghost zone!" Replied the first observant.
"He's not evil... Anymore."
For a moment, I felt panicked. They knew. Somehow there was a flaw in our plan and they found out. But, they wouldn't do anything to hurt Clockwork... Right?
Wrong. Those stupid green blobs broke their stupid never act rule. I heard the familiar sound of the Spectral Baramator heating up, heard it shoot, and "Clockwork!" But it was too late. Clockwork's scream of agony was forever burnt into my mind.
"W-what...?" Clockwork sounded so weak. Like the day he was going to kill himself. I was frozen, both physically and emotionally. Until, that is, they hit him again. This time his scream was weaker, but just as loud.
I started hitting against the top of the thermos. If I could just break free...
There was another scream. And another. Then the hard voice of the observant. "You've gone too far this time, Clockwork. You always think you can get away with it. You think you're all powerful because you control time. Well, guess what?" After each word he shot again. "We. Don't. Need. You!"
He kept shooting. Clockwork kept screaming. I kept ramming against the cap, trying to get to Clockwork. Slowly, his screams turned to whimpers. Only the soft, painful sounds Clockwork made and the sound of the Spectral Baramator being shot was heard. And it only made me try harder to break free.
Finally, the cap cracked and I broke free. Power was radiating off of me, illuminating the whole room. Four Observants looked up at me in fear. The fifth one, the one that was shooting Clockwork, aimed the Spectral Baramator at me. In one swift movement, I dodged the beam and shot an ecto-blast, knocking it out of his hands and across the floor. Instead of falling of the edge of the platform, it got wedged between two gears.
There was a soft sound, almost like a pained sigh, that came from my right. I looked down at Clockwork. He was on the ground, half curled up in a ball. Ectoplasm pooled around his body, and stained his ripped and burnt clothes. His cape covered most of him, but it wasn't hard to see that his case was badly damaged.
Anger so strong it could have melted an iceberg flowed through me. I turned to the cowering Observants. I focused on the one that told the rest of our relationship, and shot an ecto-blast at him. His painful scream awakened a sick twist in me. I loved to see him in pain. I shot again, and watched him fall to the ground.
One of the other Observants rushed up to him and tried to help him to his feat. Big mistake. He was shot a few feet away. I made sure my back faced Clockwork, and let loose a ghostly wail. They went flying, all in different directions. I grabbed two of the Observants I hadn't attacked with anything but the ghostly wail, and threw them over the platform. They each landed between gears and their screams echoed in the tower as the ectoplasm that was once their solid form fell into the seemingly endless depths of the tower.
I turned around and shot a long blast at the first observant I attacked, until he exploded into a pile of goop.
I picked up another observant and froze him before smashing him to the ground.
I looked around. There were five Observants, but I only killed four. It was hard to see, my eyes were glowing so much from my anger that all I saw was red. Movement to my right caught my eye. The observant that shot Clockwork was leaning against the gears, and had managed to free the Spectral Baramator.
He aimed it at me. I flew at him. But, he changed his target. My eyes widened as his smirk grew, and I watched in horror as he shot another blast at Clockwork. I picked up my pace, flying so fast I couldn't see what was happening. The silence after the hit was what unnerved me most. Even if he was unconscious, he should have at least made a whimper.
I finally made it to the Observant, who's triumphant smirk turned to a fearful stare. I grabbed his neck (or what would have been his neck. Really, they were only green blobs) and released power. There was a bright flash of light, and when it died down, I was on my knees. There was no sign of the observant.
I sat there for a while, awed by the lack of power. If I was still a Halfa, I'd be in my human form now.
It was done. The Observants were gone. Hopefully no more would come looking for their friends. I felt darkness start to take over me. Sweet unconsciousness was just a few seconds away. I smiled, and thought, 'No one will hurt Clockwork again.'
Clockwork! I realized with a start.
Yea, I ain't good with battle scenes :S I was going to do this differently, But I'm thinking of doing a sequel. But like, do a few more stories and merge them into one. I just don't like the Observants and want to call a war against them, lol :) please review ans tell me what you think :)
