A/N: Hi! I'm back! Happy late Haloween! I finally finished chapter 8 yay! Please review guys! Thanks, and read on!


OSTRACIZE

CHAPTER 8

I'm gonna die! Those are the only thoughts I have while I fall like a rock towards the ground. I close my eyes, not wanting to see the horror.

Weirdly someone catches me. Who could it be? I snap my eyes open, and see pure black hands. The only explanation I can think of is that the hands belong to the Shadowkillers.

But why would they even care about saving my life? They're evil.

The hands gently turn me upright, and carefully place me on the forest floor. Yes! First time I haven't hurt my heel in the process.

"So, why'd you save my life? I thought you were out to kill me." My mouth says by itself.

"We're not out to get you." One says. Their voice sounds deep, and as if they were speaking in a hushed whisper, kind of like Darth Vader. Let's just say their voice sound evil-ish, if that's even a word.

"Umm... Then?" I ask confused.

"We're supposed to help you, I'm sorry. We thought you were normal, not a Toriel. But, follow us, we know where Mila is." The other one says.

My mind reels. I trusted Jonah, and look what happened, I almost got killed, mother of God! Again though, what choice do I have?

I sigh dramatically. "Well, I guess..."

"Good." Oh no, there's Jonah. He laughs manically, like an mad scientist.

"No!" I shriek.

"You're gonna die, unless you kill everyone." Webster snaps.

I'm dangling above a cliff, screaming inside with fear. "I wish you would just frickin' let me go Webbed-Feet." That's just a nickname I came up with.

Webster was holding me with his bare hands, hovering me over the tremendously scary as hell cliff. Typical, me just dangling there, you know chillin' out. Aha-ha-ha...

"This sucks. Actually, you know what? I'm gonna kill everyone for you, deal?" I ask, lying through my teeth.

He scoffs, and grins lopsidedly. Then, releases, not on the ground where he's standing, but in midair, and I fall, down, and down, and down. I yell as loud as my lungs can manage, scared out of my mind. Falling to my certain death.

"No, j-Just no." I say demandingly.

"Again, I'm sorry Lorcan, but you can wholeheartedly trust me now." Jonah says, I'm not very good at telling whether, or not people are lying, so I just have to stick with what my gut tells me. And my gut was helping with nothing. It was up to me.

I sigh loudly. "Fine."

Jonah grimaces lopsidedly, and pats my shoulder. "Good boy." He says as if I were a dog. Sheesh!

"Let's go." A Shodowkiller says, signaling Jonah, and I to follow.

I give a death glare to Jonah, and speed ahead as fast as my injuries allow.

We walk through the thick shrub, and trees, and some other foresty stuff. Until, we reach a clearing, and I start to wonder whether I should've trusted the Shadowkillers, and Jonah after their attempts at trying to kill me. Is this another ambush? Oh shit, I sure hope not.

"So?" I ask accusingly, my body ready to spring into action if anything.

"I-I don't know. I'm sorry, she was supposed to be here..." One of the Shadowkillers says mournfully, as if it really meant it.

UP, LOOK. Here we go again, Jonah, and his confusing mind, speaking, reading, whatever that was.

But, since he's always been right about everything so far, I just have to look up. And there, falling to her death, was Mila, screaming her head off, I have to do something, and quick!

My hair is whipping violently around my head, I cannot see a thing, but then again, I wouldn't want to either. Wow, barely two days, and I've pretty much fallen to my death- What is it? Two, three times? But I've lived, that's cause of Lorcan though, he's not gonna save me this time, that's for sure. God dammit! How long is this gonna take? I've been falling for ages!

Wait, wouldn't I have thunked on the ground already? What in the effing hell is going on!?

"Fu- You!" I hear someone say high above me. But with the wind roaring, I can only make out those parts of the words. I know what they are though...
The only person that could've said that is Webster, unless someone is up there with him currently, most likely Webster.

Truthfully I have not the slightest clue if I'm still speaking my mind out. If I'm saying what I'm thinking at this very moment.

I can faintly hear Webster cussing, I don't even know half of what he's saying, I guess I could use more vocab on swear words since I only know about three...

Wait why's he all freaked out anyways? I mean, I'm gonna die, don't freak over it! B-but I'm NOT falling anymore. What. The. Fuc-

"Holy shit!" I holler as loud as my lungs allow, but I bet it's not as loud, thanks to the wind.

I look down, and I'm riding on a- A griffin? Okay, this is getting out of control, did that toxin eff up my mind, or somethin'? In this case though, I hope this IS real, as stupid as that sounds.

The griffin slowly goes around in circles, progressively descending cautiously. I can see four puny little human shaped figures, but I don't know who they are.

We go down slowly, until I can finally make out the faces of the people. There's an old fella, two holy-crap-pure-evilness people's shadows. Just imagine human shapes, but shadow version. Then there's Lorc-

"Whaaahhh!" I scream falling a couple three, four feet. Where'd the griffin go? It's as if it dissolved, and it's ashes flew off with the wind.

And that's when I thud on the pine-leaf-foresty ground. I groan, maybe a tad too loudly. But forget about me, Lorcan's here!

I shakily, enthusiastically, and a bit too quickly spring up, and head for Lorcan. Wait, oh no, no, no, no.

There's a heap of Lorcan on the ground, he's on his knees, slouched over moaning as if in pain. And he's shaking, like he is traumatized, scared by something, or he's freezing to death.

I don't pay any attention to the others, but at a glance, I can see that worried, threatening gleam in the oldie.
And obviously, I can't tell the expression of the shadows, because they have no face.

Oh no, Lorcan... This is all my fault, if I hadn't gotten all; you're-so-stupid-I'm upset-imma-go-cry-in-a-corner, none of this would've happened.

"It's okay, we'll just get im' back to your little friends, and then one of them is bound to have the healing ability, so-" I hear a voice say behind me, but I interrupt it?

I crawl to my knees, bend forward, and support myself by putting my hands on the ground. "Lorcan! No, this can't happen. I-I just can't live without you..."

"M-Me N-Ne-Neither." Larcan says between shaking fits.

"Lorcan, you're alive! An-And you love me, you love me!" I say, but then I growl because those words weren't intended to slip out of my mouth. "I still hate this..." I grumble.

But Lorcan still wasn't totally better, he was still shaking, and groaning violently, like a blizzard had just past, and he was wearing nothing but his boxers.

"Mmmm..." I say dreamily, but then I cover my mouth as fast as I said that, this is no time to think like that! Damn me, Lorcan's in trouble, and I'm thinking about him in his boxers. I have issues, seriously! But those were the least of my problems, I had to deal with everything right now!


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