It was the voice she had never expected to hear in a thousand lifetimes. If Clara was to reflect on her darkest hour, she would recall thinking that she would open her eyes to see a knight in shining armour. She didn't. What she did see was a slim, lanky figure; that trembled as if he would collapse any moment. If things could get any worse, his fever seemed to have risen once more. Despite the irony of it all, Clara felt so grateful to rest her eyes upon Benjamin's back.
"Who are you?!"
"My name is Benjamin."
"Well, blood is blood, no matter how much is shed."
And with that, they began to fight.
Clara found that she was able to move again, strangely enough. Using what little time she had, she scrambled away behind the nearest tree. She felt like a coward, but she had the faintest idea how to fight. Only the most official deities had the rights to use their powers, if they even had any. She watched from behind her tree, fearing for Benjamin's life- stupid as he was for being noble.
Though he was only made of flesh and cloth, Benjamin was quite able for fighting. He moved with impressive agility - considering he was ill - , and used his teeth whenever he could. Shock would have been pleased to know that she was right- Benjamin did have venomous fangs. The truth was; Benjamin had been made for a different purpose. He was aware that he was originally a failed experiment for a disguised weapon. He also realised why he was a 'failed experiment'.
A great crack could be heard through the forest as he was slammed against yet another tree. Though a fair amount of harm had been done to Nellie Lovett's left hand, she was bent on destruction. Being a supernatural being made only to destroy, she had the upper hand on him. Benjamin rushed forward before she turned around. Teeth brushed against cloth with a ripping sound, though the new gash in her skin wasn't very deep. Again, with a flick of her wrist, he found himself face to face with a hard object. He screamed in agony as the sharp point pushed into his eye. When he opened it, he could only see red out of his right eye. Seeing strategy in Nellie's eyes, he ran in front of Clara protectively. She rushed up for the shoving match of the century- though the ground gave up much more quickly than Benjamin did. Nobody understood the phenomenon that kept Benjamin on his feet, but on his feet he stayed, until Nellie's leg flicked right up and kicked him in the stomach with such a force that he flew up and hit the tree that Clara hid behind.
There was a high pitched scream as the final crunch of broken bone left him paralysed. He could barely feel himself bleed; let alone feel any broken limbs that he had- which he did. The only senses that were active were taste, smell and his hearing- he could barely see past the blood which he spat up. All he could hear was Clara crying for help and the cackling of Nellie Lovett. There was a peculiar haze which he did see beyond the red, however. It was strange- as if a person was being built, atom by atom. There was a choked gasp behind him and a new voice which spoke before he blacked out.
"Leave the children alone."
Hello again- sorry the last few chapters have been really choppy and under par. I'll promise my technique will get back to my better standard. I think I have to get a Jojo (HHAW) fic out of my system, but what? Anyway. See if you can guess who the new person is. Get it right, get a cookie. And review, please!! HamPickleSandwich.