Hell, I am very sorry for not updating sooner but I had a family crisis over the last few days and I was not able to get away from it!
Either way, this is the continuation from the last chapter of this here story from where it last left off from. Also, the warnings still apply since this chapter gets a little bloody… (*evil smirk*)
…Oh and a hell lot of more cursing than normal.
So with all of that said and done, the story can now pick back up!
E. Aster Bunny stood still as his muscles tensed up and he dropped the Nightmare King, who was still chained up, onto the floor. Little, but very lethal, claws were now slowly prying their way into his flesh as their owner merely laughed at the Pooka like a mini madman.
For a couple of seconds, Pitch Black actually wondered if the Guardian of Hope planned to stand there all day and allow the fearsome Fearling to kill him without any remorse.
Well the Guardian of Dreams was the one who actually managed to snap out of his shock and do something about the current situation. Two golden whips wrapped around the child's arms and legs before Sanderson threw the child to the other side of the roof they currently stood upon.
Throwing knives made of black sand were instantly tossed back at the Sandman in anger for ruining its kill. Widening his eyes, Sandy created a shield to block the three of them from any attacks that the child would send.
"What the hell are you doing"!? Pitch questioned as one of the knives pierced through the golden sand. "Kill the damn Fearling already, Sanderson, or at least set me free so I can slit its accursed neck"!
Sandy shook his head as he struggled to keep the shield in one piece. At least Bunny, who finally managed to snap out of his shock, sent a few explosive Easter eggs in the child's general direction.
Well somehow they were sent flying back into the shield and exploded right on impact with the golden sand.
The three figures were instantly blown off the building as the Fearling chased after them. It apparently wanted to ensure that they wouldn't get away and it definitely wanted to slaughter the mother living hell out of them, even if that meant piece by piece.
Bunny landed on the roof of another building twenty feet or so below their last location. He looked back to see that Sandy had taken it upon himself to handle the Nightmare King since both figures where on a cloud of golden sand. When his gaze was turned back to where he was, the Fearling dropped from out of nowhere and ran a long dagger alongside of his right leg.
Jumping back after being taken by surprise, Aster threw more exploding eggs at the tiny child. Like the last time, the eggs were caught by her nightmare sand hands and launched right back at the Pooka.
At least this time he managed to not get blown off of the building and or get himself blown up.
Quickly reached to grab his boomerangs, Bunny had no time to react when two nightmare whips wrapped themselves around his wrists. The Fearling pulled with a good amount of its strength when it successfully tossed Aster against the wall of the other building that was right beside of the roof they were on.
As soon as his body hit the wall, the tiny figure yanked at the ropes once more and pulled the Pooka but a foot right in front of it.
"Seriously, you Guardians better back the fuck up," It hissed with an unearthly voice that was twisted with purely evil intentions. "You better shut the fuck up! Cause it isn't any sort of damn mystery, I am doing what I fucking want and I am taking over this damn, fucking shit of a planet that you call Earth"! The Fearling ran its dagger on the outline of Aster's right leg which was already wounded. "I won't be broken by the likes of you! I won't be beaten down by anyone! I won't be tortured for any of your goddamn reasons! I'll take any sort of pressure and then I'll turn it all around and send the pain right back at you damn Guardians"!
More ropes wrapped around Bunny's body to the point he was helplessly pinned to the ground. Of course, the black sand dug its way past his fur and into his flesh and kept going deeper and deeper with each squirm. Dark, seemingly velvet, blood oozed its way past the bindings only to become smeared everywhere when the Fearling walked on top of the Pooka.
"You will remember this night, rabbit". The creature promised as it drew a tiny object from its pocket.
"Argh…"! Aster glared at the little, grey child as it pulled out a substance that was surely meant to be used for nothing but torture at the current time being.
"Salt," It mumbled quietly before taking the lid off of its container and pouring a handful of it into its hand. The Fearling smirked wickedly as it tossed the salt all over Aster's wounds and laughed as it heard him cry out in pain. Then it merely dumped all of the salt onto his body and left him to roar out in pure anger and utter agony as it went to deal with the Guardian of Dreams and the Nightmare King.
The entire time of the battle, Sandy was half watching the battle and half thinking about a way to take the Fearling out of the child's body. He, of course, wanted to help Bunny out and wanted to save him from his agony he was currently experiencing, but someone had to watch the Nightmare King and make sure he didn't get away.
If Pitch actually escaped that would leave Aster and Sanderson to try and defeat the Fearling child. Even if they managed to kill the little thing without getting themselves getting killed, they would still have to chase after the Nightmare King. Anything could happen if Pitch escaped his bindings and Sandy, himself, feared that he would somehow turn more children into even more bloodthirsty Fearlings.
"Dammit… I really need to keep a better watch over my dream sand". Sandy took a second to think for himself before turning his attention back to Bunny. As soon as he turned his gaze back to the battle, he saw that the battle came to him.
"Hello, you bastard," The Fearling growled right in front of him.
A quick burst of black sand raced from its hands and onto its body's claw-like nails. They ripped right through Sandy's chest and the right one almost pierced his heart.
Instantly he dropped to his knees and placed a hand over his blood and began to cover his wounds up with sand. Wincing, Sandy turned his gaze back to the Nightmare King and seemed to plead for his assistance through his eyes. Pitch saw the plead and knew that he would be in the same boat if he didn't do something.
Well it took until the point the Fearling started to approach Pitch before he nodded to show Sandy that he would assist them.
"Well, hello there again, Mr. Pitchy. It seems as it is down to just little ol' me and little ol' you once again. Now the question, the question, the mother fucking question is how will I damn well kill you".
It leaned down to look him right in the ember eyes.
"I say we fucking plunge you into the damn deepest depths of your fucking damn memories until you remember how much pain coursed throughout your damn fuck of a body when my kind turned you! When the Fearlings turned you into what you fucking are! Then I might just have you relive the tender moment when I took over this piss poor kid's body and drove her life into an utter living, unforgiving, mother living, sweet damn fucking nightmare-"
Golden chains snapped into bits and pieces the very next second. The Nightmare King stood up to his full height and dug his fingernails into the Fearling's neck.
The Sandman hadn't done anything to break his hold on the sandy chains or even break them for that matter. Still, it looked like Pitch was close to his breaking point with the creature's taunts and threats, so it was not that much of a wonder when the Nightmare King gathered his rage into his strength.
Once his train of thought stopped and returned to the two figures beside of him, Sandy's golden eyes widened as he saw Pitch begin to squeeze the life out of the beast within the little beauty.
"I have a new game we can play…"! The King hissed through clenched teeth. "It is called the Game of Life...! Want to know what happens when your life runs out"!?
"I- I… d- die… r- r- right"!? The Fearling chuckled as it tried to gasp for oxygen at the same time. "S- sounds… f- fucking… fun! O- Ok…! L- Let's p- play"! One snap of its fingers was all it took for blood to fly up into the air and veins to fall to the ground.
Sandy silently gasped as he knew even if he could talk or yell his words would be silenced right then and there.
Right then and there, they just lost hope.
Hopefully everyone comprehends what the last sentence is trying to say. If not then see who protected hope.
Still, I will try to have the next chapter posted up soon enough but with school starting and everything else happening right now, the next update might be as long as this one was.
Either way, I will write the next chapter and post it up when I can so that this story will be brought one step closer to its end.