"Abel, I'm sorry but, you were an idiot when you were younger," Seth sighed to Nightroad. He could barely run without everything becoming blurry and getting lightheaded, as though he were dehydrated. It was more of a drunken feeling. In his state, entering haste was a far fetched dream.
He really couldn't understand why anyone would want to feel like this. "I don't deny that one bit," Nightroad said. "I have half a-a mind to let the kid, die," he panted. Seth glared at her brother, if it weren't for his pathetic state, she would have knocked some sense into him. Abel stumbled over a rock and was barely able to catch himself.
"Are you okay? Maybe you should just wait here," Seth said. She helped Abel get up and led him to a bench.
"I'm fine. Just feeling a bit drunk-"
"Abel we don't get drunk. We can drink, pretend to be drunk, but we still wouldn't be truly drunk," Seth said, worry laced in her voice.
"Father Nightroad?" Esther and Leon had finally caught up to them. "You look horrible! What happ - ened" Esther's eyes widened some as she stared at his face. Seth looked back at her brother and noticed he had become a little transparent. "Does this have something to do with being what you are?" Esther whispered, finally seeming able to regain her voice.
"Umm," Nightroad looked to Seth for help, but she was more concerned with getting his gloves on his hands and putting his hood up.
"God, Four-eyes! This is one of William's experiments isn't it?" Leon said hotly. He didn't seem mad but he wasn't happy either. It almost sounded as though he was between feeling sorry for Abel and laughing at him.
"Y-yes, it was Will-"
"You!" Asthe appeared and grabbed Abel by his shirt and hulled him up. "What is this?" she growled at him, holding up one of his feathers.
"A feather," Abel answered. He silently cursed himself for his carelessness.
"Exactly! A feather that belongs to you! You have the same black wings as Nightlord! And don't try to deny it! I saw you transform!" Asthe glared at him. She still held him up with one hand, while the other held the feather that was practically being shoved into his face.
Leon snatched the feather away from Asthe and looked it over. Noticing it was hard as steel. Now that Asthe had a free hand she punched Abel in the gut then stuck a finger at his chest. "You're going to tell me what the hell-"
"If Four-eyes really did have wings it would be white." Abel frowned at the statement. "He's to much of a good guy to ever be a fallen angel, it would make more sense if it were white," Leon explained. "He can't even kill a fly."
Seth looked like she wanted to laugh, but she still had a serious expression on her face. "We can talk about this later! Abel Nightlord needs our help. He found a lead on the orden. Abel you can stay here, until you feel better."
"What, you feel sick?" Asthe shook him roughly before throwing him back onto the bench. "Go drink some blood."
"No, but Seth thinks I am. I feel just fine though…" Abel said, holding up his hands in a sign of peace. Glad Seth had put his gloves and hood on. If Asthe saw him, he wasn't sure how she would react. "And I don't drink blood. I'm not a vampires."
"It's methuselah!"
"Only you could say that Four-Eyes," Leon said grinning evilly. "You're becoming transparent to the point where I can see straight through you, and you say your fine."
Asthe raised an eyebrow and wrenched his hood away from his face. She gasped.
Stupid Leon! Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut, for once? Was that too much to ask for?
"What's going on?" Asthe snarled. "First I see you sprout wings and now I can see right through you." Asthe moved her hand to his face as if expecting it to pass right though him. Thankfully it didn't.
"We don't have time for this," Seth growled in frustration. "Nightlord is in danger!"
"You have no clue how easy my life would be if he just died," Abel mumbled to himself. Apparently Seth and Asthe both heard him, because while one shot him a glare that could kill, the other punched him in the gut.
"If he disappeared, you wouldn't be here right now!" Seth hissed lowly, so only Abel could hear her.
"Exactly," Abel mumbled back. He followed after Seth who was running at the speed of a human before entering haste. Sighing, Abel forced himself to go at the speed Leon and Esther were going at, as Asthe ran after Seth. Even if he did enter haste, he would probably end up tripping over his feet.
"Are you okay, Father Nightroad?" Esther asked, concern etched into her voice. He and the humans were forced to go between the buildings, as Seth and Asthe jumped from roof to roof.
"Why wouldn't I be okay?" Abel asked sheepishly, throwing a small smile at the girl. Leon snorted at this but didn't say anything.
Suddenly sharp pain lanced through his skull. Abel could hear the pounding of blood in his ears. He brought a hand to his head, as if expecting to see blood, but of course there was none. As soon as he dropped his hand back to his side, his breath caught in his throat. He only just managed to keep himself from falling over and forced himself to keep pace with Esther and Leon.
Abel didn't notice when Esther and Leon turned up another street. He was following them, but his mind wasn't there at the moment.
The sound of a fight, broke him out of his thoughts.
His eyes darted around the scene before him, trying to take in all the information he could. Judging by the blue and red sparks, Nightlord and Cain were fighting in the sky. Seth and Asthe had already arrived at the scene and were dealing with the death hunters.
Leon and Esther fought back to back. Esther shot off a few rounds before her gun clicked and she had to replace the clips. Leon threw his chakrams then swerved so he was in front of Esther and blocked the incoming attack that was aimed for her.
Abel's eyes darted back to Seth. She glanced back at him as if knowing what he was about to do and nodded. Abel nodded back to her, then looked at the sky. He couldn't see Cain or Nightlord thanks to clouds, but he at least had an estimate of where they were. He muttered his ritual words.
The pain numbed as he shot into the sky. He called out his scythe and readied it at his side.
"How nice of you to join us brother," Cain said with a smirk. He easily caught Nightlord's blade and sent a small shock of lightening at Nightlord. "I'm trying to get him to loose cautiousness so I can talk to 02, but he's quite persistent. At this rate, I might just end up killing him," he sounded bothered by his last statement, and made a look as if deep in thought.
"I'm not your brother," Nightroad growled. He aimed his scythe and Cain's neck but he easily dodged it. "And you won't be talking to 02 anytime soon!" Nightroad sent a bolt of lightening through his blade as he swung it.
Cain sighed, "then I guess I'll settle for the alternative. I wonder how this might affect our past and present times…" Cain smirked. He drew out a knife coated in red liquid. "Who knows, it might actually be better with you gone. I am quite sad though. Tell you what if you decide to join me I'll let you live."
"Hell no!"
Nightlord didn't seem to be paying attention to Cain's and Nightroad's quick exchange. Blood trailed after him in a red streak through the sky as he aimed a bolt of lightening at Cain.
A flash of red shot past Nightroad. A second passed and then he felt an unbearable pain course through his heart and lungs. He looked at Nightlord who looked just as shocked. He coughed up blood as his hand reached for the hilt of the dagger in his chest. His form crumpled as his wings disappeared.
"I'll be seeing you later 02," Cain said with a smile. He patted Abel on his shoulder as he slipped a note into his pocket. "I diluted the liquid on the dagger so he might survive… well, he's a goner now since he deactivated the crusnik," Cain said in a singsong voice.
Nightroad forced himself to stay floating as Cain flew past him and disappeared. "Damned brat," Nightroad muttered, as he gave into the darkness. The last thing he remembered was the feel of falling.
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Seth put her daggers away as the death hunters began retreating. Something wet dropped onto her face. She reached her hand up to wipe it away, expecting it to be the start of a storm. Instead it was blood.
Fear for her brother, became her lead emotion as she looked up. Nightlord's wings were wilting as he crumpled up into a ball, falling back to earth. Nightroad still managed to stay afloat as Cain approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, saying a few words. Cain flew away and suddenly Nightroad's wings also wilted and he followed after Nightlord. Seth tore her gaze from him and they flickered back to Nightlord. If she could just save him, then Nightroad would be okay. Right?
Entering haste, Seth caught Nightlord. Skidding across the ground as she cushioned his fall. Seth's back came into contact with the wall of the building. If it weren't for that, they would still be skidding across the now wet ground.
Seth turned him onto his back. A dagger was protruding out of his chest. His warm blood gushed out from around the blade. She put two fingers on his neck and was relieved to find the slight beating of his heart.
"Come on Abel, stay with me," Seth whispered. She pressed her hands desperately at her brother's wounds to slow the bleeding.
-Crash- Seth glanced in the direction of the noise. A few curses spilled from Asthe's mouth. She was sprawled on the ground, having been forced to dodge Nightroad's dissent. In front of her was a small crater. Seth squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again.
Her hand gripped the hilt of the blade. Nightlord's eyes lit up in pain, his mouth moved but no words came out. Instead only the sound of blood gurgling in the back of his throat, met her ears.
"I need to get this out," Seth said. It was pierced straight through his heart and in such an angle that even cut through his lungs. If he weren't a crusnik he'd be dead by now, not to mention the rest of his body was also riddled with slashes and burnt marks from Cain's lightening.
Seth moved Nightlord so he positioned in a sitting position. One hand was against his back as the other was slowly removing the dagger. "Somebody rip up some piece of cloth!" Seth yelled over her shoulder.
"Four-eyes is completely see through! He's almost invisible and he's breathing rapidly," Leon shouted back. Obviously more concerned with Nightroad then Nightlord. Esther ran past Seth and kneeled by Nightroad, both ignoring Nightlord.
"If Nightlord dies, then Nightroad will also die! I need something to close his wounds now! He's loosing to much blood," Seth yelled. Her brother's stupid secret was finally back firing at him. Of only they knew, Nightlord and Nightroad were the same person.
She completely removed the dagger and pressed her hand to the wound. The blood trickled from between her fingers, and within seconds it had become stained red. Somebody knelt by her side. Seth looked up to see Asthe shredding the cape she had gotten from Nightroad.
"I'm not to good at bandaging," Asthe muttered once the cape was completely ripped.
"If you can hold his chest, I'll do it," Seth said, looking straight into Asthe's eyes. The duchess nodded quietly and took Seth's position. Seth took the cape and began wrapping it around her brother. She had already run out of material to wrap the wound with, and the blood had already soaked through half of the layers. They only had a few minutes left until he started bleeding out again.
The only way to save him would be to give him methuselah blood. But the only methuselah there was Asthe, and with the wounds Nightlord had received he would need way more then she could give. Then there was the fact Cain, probably coated the dagger with another strange chemical.
"What the hell?!" Seth looked up sharply and turned to Leon and Esther. Her eyes zeroed in on the lump of clothing in front of them. It was- it was flat on the ground. Nightroad had disappeared. Seth looked back at Nightlord, his breathing had stopped. She put two fingers to his neck again.
No heart beat. They were gone…
A/N: Don't you love my cliffhangers? I know I do. XD
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