Authors note- Hello peoples. This is the final chapter (Excluding the epilogue) of this fic, so have fun reading! Lorenzo boss fight!
Final: Chapter 20
Hewie had led Fiona into a wide, circular room with several ventilation shafts protected by wide fans. A boiler room? She wondered. The moment she stepped inside, she felt uncomfortably warm. She soon found the source; at the very centre of this room was a round pit full of what looked like molten lava. It gurgled loudly, embers every now and then spraying up from the depths. Cautiously, she moved around it, heading directly towards Hewie.
"Come on boy!" she called out "We need to go now!" Her call landed on deaf ears. The dog was pacing in front of some kind of display. He barked at her.
"Whats wrong?" she asked, stepping beside him. Hewie sniffed the display and barked again. Fiona stared at it, wondering what the dog wanted her to do. It was a large stone plate, set up vertically, and marked with Lorenzo's crest. She touched it. It was a hollow, not painted. Something had to be set into it...
She peered down at the scepter in her hands. Exact same shape and size...but could this just be coincidence that I have it? Without another thought, she set the scepter in its hollow, several metal clips holding it into place. She stood back, watching in interest as it seemed to glow for a moment. Then seconds after, beams of light were emitting from it, spreading to the ceiling, making threads towards the room's exit. A loud hum sounded, the old fans beginning to turn once more, spitting out ash and dust. Did I just activate something? It looked like she got the power in this room on, but she didn't know exactly what that meant... Unless it opened something...Could it be... She stepped back, thinking hard. Maybe that door from before...
"Your effort is for naught"
Lorenzo's calm voice made her whip around in panic, her eyes settling on his still form. He stood just before the entrance of the circular boiler room, slightly blurred from the heat rising from the fiery depths of the pit below. She stepped back, eying him warily.
He glanced towards her, his gaze holding hers. "How long do you plan to keep this up?" he asked quietly, his expression unreadable.
Fiona took another step back, still watching him. "As long as it takes" she said firmly back. She paused for a moment "To escape from this nightmare" she added fiercely.
Lorenzo chuckled, his dark eyes remaining cold, and emotionless. "Let's finish this, Fiona" he said, arms rising up into the air-
-and Fiona leapt out of the way as the floor beneath her exploded, throwing herself behind a metal box for cover. The stone she'd been standing on seconds earlier was completely shattered and smoking... She swallowed and bit her lower lip. Ah...too close...
"Good girl" she heard Lorenzo say, another chuckle escaping his lips. Fiona kept herself in a crouched position, her eyes falling on Hewie just at the entrance. She glanced back to Lorenzo who was moving steadily towards her, his hands rising up above his head once more. I need to keep moving until I come up with a plan to rid us of this jerk! Fiona dashed out from her hiding place, hearing another loud BANG as her cover was completely obliterated. She hurried to the other side of the pit, and spun around, holding her ground. Lorenzo was studying her, a sinister smile playing on his lips-
-and then the room shook with such force, forcing Fiona to fall clumsily on the ground. Was that Lorenzo?! She rose to her feet, glancing at him quickly. No, he too seemed overwhelmed by the force, his face twisted in a hideous scowl. For the moment, he wasn't paying any attention to her. Go! Now! Fiona made a dash for the exit, her heart hammering deep inside her chest-
-then she heard Lorenzo scream "NOO!", her hopes of escaping came crashing down as the door slammed shut right in front of her, locked by Lorenzo's powers. She skidded to a halt, seeing his face, angry, enraged. "You can't escape!" he howled from the other end, his form crouching slightly, like a cat-
-then suddenly he was there, right in her face, his breath on her cheek. Fiona screamed as he pinned her to the wall, struggling to free herself. Woof! Hewie sprung towards Lorenzo, his jaws tearing into his bare muscular arm. Lorenzo let go of her, stepping away, his attention turned to Hewie. She watched in horror as Lorenzo calmly tugged Hewie away from his arm, lifting the thrashing dog into the air by the neck, eyes narrowed-
-"STOP IT!!" Fiona screamed out, pushing away from the wall and dashing towards him. Lorenzo merely tossed Hewie aside as he were a rag doll, turning to face her, his eyes glowing like fire-
-BAM! Fiona felt the air punched out of her body. Lorenzo had slammed his fist into her abdomen, winding her. He laughed again as she stumbled back, struggling to breathe again.
"Its futile" he said calmly, eyes sparkling.
Fiona straightened up, glancing over at Hewie's fallen, unmoving form before looking at Lorenzo straight in the eye. All that sorrow and fear that had built up in her system was transforming...into frustration. She was exhausted, and tired of running, being chased constantly by a stream of psychopaths.
"Why are you doing this to me!" she screamed at him. "You're pathetic! You sick twisted FUCK!!"
Lorenzo let out a chorus of insane laughter. Fiona glanced beyond him, her mind working away. Push him into that pit! It sounded simple but... She gritted her teeth. That earthquake or whatever it was... It had stunned him just before, and if she could use that to her advantage... She moved away, knowing all this had to work. It just had to.
"Where are you going my dear?" Lorenzo cooed, his attention focused once again on her. "You can't run from me forever"
She ignored him, making her way to the other side of the pit. The place began to shake. Fiona ducked down, keeping low as it passed. A long piece of pipe metal landed a few feet to her right. Her eyes flickered to it for a moment. At that point, Lorenzo laughed again, crouching down slightly to teleport again. She was ready this time. She rolled to her right scooping the metal bar in her arms and standing up. As he appeared right beside her, she raised the bar, aiming for his head-
-WHACK! The sound echoed out loudly as the bar hit its target...yet Lorenzo seemed to shrug off the blow, rolling his neck casually, his eyes finding hers. The metal bar was bent, and useless. Fiona let it drop to the floor with a clatter, staring at Lorenzo with wide, horrified eyes. He chuckled, one hand stretching out to grab her-
-and somehow, miraculously, another, more violent earthquake shook the area. Fiona stepped back, keeping low as Lorenzo hesitated, looking around, the expression on his face bewildered-
-then the ground below him exploded with such force making him stumbled backwards and lose balance, his face shocked and surprised as he fell into the fiery pit, flames already wrapping themselves around his robed figure. And as he fell, his eyes widened to their full extent, his mouth dropping open, an anguished howl echoing throughout the circular room. Fiona hurried to Hewie's fallen form, and clung to him, her eyes watering from the brightness of it all. Lorenzo's body was thrashing violently against the flames that held him, then, his screams were silent, the smell of burning flesh filling the air.
It's over, it's over….she hugged Hewie close to her, the dog whimpering softly in her arms, tears pouring down her face as she cried in silent relief. She was bruised, tired and frightened, yet she was still alive, still alive and breathing right at the end. Life had to be the most precious thing in the world.
After a moment, she stood up shakily, holding Hewie in her arms. "Lets get out of here, okay?" she asked. The dog let out a gentle whimper in reply.
And neither saw as they left the room, one Skeleton-like flaming hand reach up, and grasp the pit's edge.
That miserable wretch, she thought she'd won. But it wasn't over yet. The pain, the sensation of being burned alive tortured him. I'm dying, dying….He screamed, unable to take it anymore, the flames blackening his skin, leaping down his throat, scorching his insides. He was dying and the fact that he was going to die and that that wretch was going to live seemed almost ludicrous, so ludicrous, that it was almost laughable. Him, the great Aureolus Belli, the world's most powerful alchemist, achieving the gift of immortality. No, I won't let her escape, I won't let her live-
-and then something new, a more powerful feeling then pain, incinerated his body. Rage. He reached out with one burning arm, grasping the edge of the pit, pulling himself up. Staggering upwards onto the platform, he began to move as fast as his fiery limbs would allow him to. His tower shook as the earthquake struck it, the tremors slowing him down. Tiles and rocks poured down from the ceiling, making it difficult for him to navigate properly.
Where is that woman?! He continued moving, searching and then, saw her, heading swiftly towards the exit, keeping low to avoid being stunned by the constant shakes. Won't let you escape…. He continued forward, still ignoring that pain of his flesh cracking, peeling away revealing raw, burning muscle. Mine…you're mine! He reached out his arms, groaning in pain. She was there! Just in front of him, holding that stupid mutt in her arms, her shoulder supporting the bust of a broken stone pillar. She was struggling to push it upwards, its weight dangerously tipping towards her. He let out a high-pitched scream of delight, his hands extended to embrace her, to take her with him-
-but she pushed the pillar to one side, and was running again, her pants loud, uneven. She was dashing towards the exit, and within a matter of seconds, she'd be free. No! No! He sped up screaming, his speed matching hers, overtaking her, and then, he skidded out in front of her, arms wide, blocking her only escape. He screamed at her, and as she stumbled back, he reached out, one flaming hand almost grasping her wrist.
-yet it was only almost, not more. The flames were consuming him, eating away at his flesh, revealing bone. What?! No it can't beeeee-
-and he fell as he knees gave way, his arms crumbling into dust and ash, his strangled screams becoming gasps of bewilderment, his whole system shocked and dying quickly. No, I won't let you devour me you witch! But those thoughts were dying too, and with one last look at her pale, shocked face, his whole body dropped to the ground, melting.
Melting away into nothing.
The very last section with Lorenzo's POV, was acutally, the very first piece of this fic I ever wrote. This was mainly just a test, to see if I could pull off writing a novelization for this fantastic game. I hope I succeeded, but its a little short, LOL.
Anyways, I'll put the epilogue up for you guys.