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r0t013 the username issue: I guess you have reason to be skeptical. And...yeah, I will admit that I pretty much went 'lol idk' and then proceeded to have Toni go super saiyan. But, in my defense, that was written before your review.

...although in hindsight, it would have been cooler if she'd used her powers to, say, collapse in the cave ceiling.

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I'm joking. Please don't leave.

Also, I fixed chapter twelve, which probably none of you noticed, but sorry if you got a notification and thought it was a new chapter.

...I don't know if that's how follows work, but I'm going with that.

Anyways, enjoy this new sub-par chapter I dished out for you guys!

On the house!

(Also, puns.)

Krios

Things Start To Get Real Fishy

I've never seen someone make a fishing rod look so menacing.

Fisherman grinned. "So. You're her sister. You two look nothing alike. Maybe the brown hair, but apart from that, that's it."

All of a sudden it felt like an anvil had been dropped on my chest. "Cal's alive?"

"Whatever her name is." Fisherman fluttered his hand at me.

I started to get excited.

Cal's alive! Yay!

And then I remembered that I was in a life or death situation.

...I'm...probably going to die anyways. Boo.

"Listen up, kid." Fisherman snapped his fingers. "Right now, LHM and RHM have your friends captive. I have orders to take you in alive, or dead. Preferably alive, according to Klith. So. We can do this the easy way...or the hard way."

Ugh. What a cliche.

I snarled. "You better not hurt them. If you do..."

"What? You going to zap me with your powers? Go ahead!" Fisherman spread his arms and grinned gleefully.

Fuming, I raised my palm.

Nothing happened.

"I didn't think so." Fisherman dropped his arms.

"You know, I've been sooo bored lately. Especially because Klith keeps sending me on these stupid errands." Fisherman scowled for the first time, but quickly changed back to a smile. "But now that you're here...boy, oh boy! Now I get to sate my urge to stab people and get revenge on your sister! Great! So I would appreciate it if you'd stay still!"

Fisherman flicked his wrist, sending his hook flying towards me.

I howled, and grabbed the hook. Before Fisherman even knew what was happening, I sent a surge of electricity down the fishing line, blasting Fisherman backwards into the crowd, and they screamed and scattered.

I turned on my heel and started to run back towards the map store.

As I ran, I saw a hook fly past my head and plant itself in a vegetable cart in front of me.

I turned just in time to see Fisherman flick his fishing rod, sending the vegetable cart towards me.

I yelped and backpedaled as tomatoes, lettuce, and other veggies spilled out of the cart that was spiraling towards me.

I quickly dived to the side, just as the cart smashed into the spot I was just in, splintering apart into shards of wood, hay, and stone.

Fisherman grinned gleefully. "The hard way, huh? That's great. I like a challenge."

Jax

I groaned and sluggishly got to my feet, bracing myself against the wall.

Everything's spinning...

...Toni.

Where was Toni? I had to find her. No, I had to find Rafi.

Who was the bigger priority here?

The answer quickly came to me, in the form of an arrow smashing through a window and planting itself in the wall directly in front of my face.

"We're supposed to take him as a hostage, not dead, you dolt!" someone shouted.

I turned as three more arrows, tips dripping with some gray liquid, whistled through the air, homing in on my chest.

There was a flash of iron as I swung my sword off my back and sliced them out of the air.

Weakness arrows.

I heard someone curse, and another one of the windows shattered as someone jumped through the window with a diamond pickaxe.

The man had on enchanted iron armor, and mahogany colored swirls were emanating off of his body.

Crap. Strength Potion.

The man sneered at me. "Listen here, boy. You surrender and I won't snap you in half."

I held up my sword and pointed at him.

"Alright then." the man charged, bearing down on me like a rhino, and I quickly charged forward.

The man bellowed and brought his pickaxe flying towards me, and I quickly dashed to the side.

The pickaxe smashed into the wooden floor with a crash, and I hefted my sword and smashed it into the side of his chest, making him grunt in pain and tumble backwards into a shelf, which quickly collapsed under the man's weight.

I backed up, but ran into a shelf.

There's not enough room here. The shelves are too close together.

I glimpsed out of the corner of my eye a hand coming out of a pile of maps, books, and wood.

Trevor burst out of the pile, groaning.

He wasn't the only one who got up, though. The man quickly got back on his feet, wrenched out the pickaxe, and glared at me.

"RHM! ARE YOU GOING TO HELP OR NOT?" the man bellowed before charging at me again.

I made to dash to the side, but an arrow flew out of nowhere, slamming into my chest.

Suddenly there was a burning pain where I'd been shot, and I pulled the arrow out, yelling in pain.

There was a swamp green liquid dripping off the arrowhead, and I only had time to think, 'poison' before the man lifted his pickaxe and smashed it into my chest, making my chest explode in pain and sending me flying backwards right through a shelf.

I coughed, gasping for breath as the man menacingly walked towards me.

And then the man was promptly blown forward by an explosion.

The explosion blasted apart most of the shelves that were still standing, and threw the man forwards, and the man smashed through the brick wall in a cascade of dust and bricks.

I glanced up to see Sam, holding a bow with shaky hands.

"Well?" asked Sam. "No thank yous?"

Before I could respond, multiple daggers flew out of nowhere, pinning Sam to the wall.

The door burst open and someone holding daggers and a crossbow, probably RHM, hurled multiple throwing knives my way, and I quickly deflected most of them.

RHM loaded an arrow into his crossbow, and aimed at me.

I yelled, and a column of obsidian erupted out of the ground and speared the crossbow to the roof.

RHM blinked in surprise, and I charged forward with the intention to grind this guy into the ground.

Toni

Fisherman cackled maniacally as he hurled a bunch of barrels, boxes, and even carts at me.

I was having a rough time dodging them all, and the slippery smashed up fruits, vegetables, and an assortment of other foodstuffs on the ground didn't help either.

"Oh, this is awesome!" Fisherman gleefully said. "I don't think I've had this much fun since the mineshaft chase!"

I tried a charge forwards, only to be swept off my feet by a diagonal slash from Fisherman's hook, making me drop my sword.

Before I could get up, the hook snagged my shirt and yanked me towards Fisherman. He punched me in the face, knocking me flat onto the ground.

"Rrr..." I growled. I kicked off the cobblestone ground and launched my fist towards Fisherman's chest, punching him in the stomach.

Fisherman, who was in the process of laughing, instead emitted a sound that was somewhere between a gag and the letter 'h'.

"Damn, that was satisfying!" I said with relish as Fisherman staggered back.

Eyes blazing, Fisherman straightened up to slash at me with his hook.

I quickly dodged, but he wasn't aiming for me. He was aiming for my sword, which laid abandoned on the ground after Fisherman dragged me towards him.

He yanked it back, and I yelped as the diamond sword narrowly missed my nose and landed in Fisherman's hand.

"Hey!" I shouted.

Fisherman glared at me. "No more playtime." he said, throwing the sword far behind him.

And before you could say 'Oh crap, I'm going to die' Fisherman threw down a speed potion and ran at me.

"Oh crap, I'm going to—oof!" I grunted as Fisherman punched me in the face, the chest, and everywhere else in quick succession.

I staggered backwards as Fisherman pulled out an iron sword and ran towards me.

I quickly dashed to the side and stuck out my leg. Fisherman, who was going a little too fast to stop, tripped over my leg and faceplanted on the ground, comically sliding forward on his face as if in a cartoon.

"Ooh." I winced. "That's going to leave some burns."

Fisherman got to his feet. With a snarl, he sent his hook towards the wall behind me.

I turned, but Fisherman yanked himself towards me. That, added with the speed potion, he traveled the length of ten blocks in no time.

I wasn't expecting that, and before I could do anything other than yelp, Fisherman pulled out an iron sword and slammed the flat side of it into my face so hard that I actually did a back flip, cartoon style.

I landed on my back hard as Fisherman zipped past me and dropped into a roll. By the time I cleared my eyes, Fisherman had his sword pointed at my neck.

"Looks like you lost," Fisherman growled. "Now yield, or else."

Before he could knock me out, there was a crackling sound and a voice came out of Fisherman's watch.

I hadn't noticed that he'd been wearing a watch, because, well, I'd been more worried for my welfare, but it was a nice watch. The kind of watch that only rich people wore, because they wanted to flex their richness.

But a voice came out of this watch, and it said, "Hello? Who is on the other end of this radio?"

It was Jax.

Before Fisherman could respond, I kicked him in the bits and quickly scooted away as Fisherman hunched over, groaning.

I ran towards my sword, but before I could Fisherman's hook snagged my ankle. Fisherman yelled and yanked my feet out from underneath me, making me face plant for what was probably the third time.

Cursing, I unhooked it and ran towards my sword, and was promptly pulled backwards, right into Fisherman.

Fisherman lifted me into the air and slammed me into the ground hard. Something snapped, and I wasn't sure if it was the cobblestone or me. Judging from the sudden pain in my chest, it was probably the latter.

I rolled away before Fisherman could bring his sword down, and got to my feet. I backpedaled until I eventually ran into a meat stall behind me. I turned to see a terrified butcher hiding behind the stall.

I glanced at an iron axe on the counter, and grabbed it. "I'm just going to borrow this for a moment." I told him.

He didn't argue.

I turned to see Fisherman's hook flying towards me. With sudden speed, I grabbed it out of the air and pulled it hard.

Fisherman got a taste of his own medicine as he was yanked forward and face planted on the ground.

He started to get to his feet, and ignoring the pain in my chest, I ran forwards and threw my axe.

In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to throw my only weapon at Fisherman, but it was effective nonetheless.

It slammed into Fisherman's shoulder, making him yell in pain. I got to my feet, and as Fisherman pulled out the axe, I charged forwards and punched Fisherman in the face as hard as I could.

Fisherman's head snapped backwards, and he let out a groan before he collapsed forwards, unconscious.

I just stood there for a moment, adrenaline coursing through my veins until I saw a paper in Fisherman's pocket.

I don't know what made me take it, but I did. I stared at it.

It was...a crafting recipe?

I was snapped back to reality when Fisherman grunted. I recalled what he said earlier:

Right now, LHM and RHM have your friends captive.

I didn't know who those were, but I assumed they probably weren't on our side. I ran over to my sword and grabbed it, then painfully hobbled ran in the direction of the map shop. Assuming my friends were still unconscious, they were in danger.

Jax

The fight wasn't going well.

The good news: there was plenty of space now for me to swing my block-and-a-half long sword. The bad news: there was a bunch of wood, papers, and books on the floor, which made it a little hard to move around without tripping and/or slipping.

I swung my sword toward LHM, only for him to block with his pickaxe and throw a splash potion at my feet, which I dodged rather ungracefully, slipping backwards on the wood and the paper.

LHM charged and swung his pickaxe down with deadly force, and I quickly dashed to the side and slammed my sword into his ribs, and before he could even yell, I swung my sword into his face, smashing him backwards.

Sam, who was still pinned to the wall, watched helplessly as RHM cackled evilly, hurling knives that only barely missed Trevor. He wasn't missing—he was playing with his prey.

Sam, cursing, tried to pull the daggers out of her sleeve, but two daggers had pinned both of her arms to the wall, which meant that she could only move her hands but not her arms. Plus, she was wearing a leather jacket, and leather was pretty hard to tear.

Eventually, LHM got bored and threw a dagger that stabbed Trevor in the foot, making him yell in pain and topple over. LHM then raised a dagger and whacked Trevor across the head with the dagger's hilt, effectively knocking him out.

Sam shouted an obscenity that I won't repeat and with a sound like ripping...leather, she tore one of her sleeves free.

...I'm not good with figurative language.

Sam pulled out the daggers in the other sleeve, freeing herself from the wall. She threw one of the daggers, and while she didn't have as good aim with a bow, she still hit RHM in the chest, making him shout in pain. As he pulled the dagger out, Sam picked up her bow and smashed it into RHM's head, knocking him backwards into the ground.

At the same time, suddenly something smashed into the back of my head, throwing me forwards.

I'd been so preoccupied with Sam and Trevor that I hadn't noticed LHM creep up on me and swing his pickaxe.

I groaned and held my head. It felt like there were blocks of TNT going off in my head, and I rolled onto my back only to see the tip of a diamond pickaxe flying towards me.

Multiple arrows fired out of Sam's bow all at once, slamming into LHM and slightly altering his swing.

The pickaxe slammed into the ground dangerously close to my head. LHM roared in anger and wrenched the pickaxe out of the ground to throw it at Sam. I didn't see it happen, but I heard Sam yell in pain. LHM got back to me and wrapped his big hands around my neck and started to squeeze.

I started to choke, and slapping at LHM's arms didn't do much.

My windpipe was being steadily crushed, and I was starting to lose strength.

Until someone yelled, "TASER!" and someone jabbed the sides of LHM's chest.

It probably wouldn't have done much, but sparks of electricity ran down the person's fingers into LHM, literally tasing him.

LHM's fingers went slack, and he collapsed sideways to reveal, of course, Toni.

"I've always wanted to do that to other people." Toni grinned and winced. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I groaned. "Apart from, you know, being strangled. Oh, and also having a killer headache."

"Yeah, sorry to rush you guys, but we're probably being chased and Fisherman is going to wake up any time now." Toni informed us, and I did a double take.

"Fisherman?"

"Yeah, he's some psychopath with a fishing rod and sent those two after you. Maybe later we can talk?" Toni hurriedly said.

"Toni, Fisherman is—"

Suddenly we heard multiple shouts coming from a little bit away.

"Also, I'm pretty sure everyone in this town has seen me fight Fisherman, so we may or may not be arrested and sent to juvenile." Toni added.

"Great." I winced as I got to my feet. For a moment, everything suddenly went blurry and my head all fuzzy for a moment.

"Let's get out of here." Sam groaned.

"Wait, but the map—!"

"Screw the map!" Sam shouted. "Let's just get out of here! It's too late!"

The shouts and yells were getting closer.

Toni wavered, unsure.

"I SAID LET'S GO!" Sam bellowed, and Toni snapped out of it.

Sam hoisted Trevor onto her back, and all three of us ran out of the map shop.

We were quite the group—one of us with a broken rib, one of us with a headache and a sore throat, and one of us carrying an unconscious person on their back.

And for the second time, we ran out of a town being chased by multiple people who wanted to capture us. It was like deja vu.

And of course, it didn't help that the ground was slippery with slush and snow. And just when I thought our days of slipping and sliding on slippery and/or lumpy ground were over.

It was confirmed that the authorities had come to arrest us, which meant that we were toast if they caught up to us. And they were, fast.

"There!" Toni pointed to the stables, where more than one horse was kept just in case of an emergency.

And boy oh boy, emergency was one way to describe us.

We got to the stables door but it was locked, at least until I cut through the lock with my sword.

But it looked like there was another lock inside, so I just decided to smash through the door entirely, swinging my sword like an axe.

The sword cut through the door easily, and we immediately burst in. I turned and rose my hands, and the doorway was blocked by a wall of obsidian that burst out of the ground.

Everyone got on their respective horses, (except for Trevor, who was still unconscious,) and Sam pulled an arrow out of her quiver and threw it at the back wall.

The arrow exploded, blasting a hole in the wall, and we all charged out of the back of the stables.

By the time they noticed, we were gone.

We could hear their shouts and screams, but they couldn't keep up. After all, they didn't have horses of their own.

As soon as we were sure we got out of Hiemx, we stopped our horses, tied them up to multiple trees, and went into the forest.

After going for at least five minutes, we hunkered down for the night.

Jax started a campfire, and we all sat around it, grateful for the warmth.

We sat there for another five minutes, completely silent, before Jax broke the silence.

"Toni. Why is Fisherman trying to kill us?"

"You're talking like you know him." I frowned.

"Everyone knows him. He's a complete psycho that's killed, like, a lot of people." Jax explained. "There's a huge bounty on his head, and he's managed to kill and murder every person that's ever come up to him. Well, I guess that's an exaggeration. Especially because you somehow survived."

"Oh."

"That's all you have to say to that?"

"Well, what else?" I asked.

"But I'm getting off topic. Toni, did he say anything about why he attacked us?" Jax questioned.

"Well, he said that Klith wanted to capture me. And that Klith was sending him on some...errands? That's what he said, anyways." I shrugged.

"So Klith's working with Fisherman now. That's just super." Jax sighed.

"Oh, and that reminds me. I found this in his pocket." I pulled out the paper.

Jax frowned and took the paper from my hands. "It's a recipe. But for...what? What is all of this? Soulfire. Cobalt Acid. Infernal Powder. And TNT?"

At this, Sam's head shot up. She grabbed the paper out of Jax's hand, nearly ripping it in the process.

"Hey!" Jax glared at Sam, but Sam ignored him per usual.

Sam hadn't talked since we'd set up the campfire, but now she looked horrified.

"Errands. Klith's been sending Fisherman on errands. To collect these, I'm assuming." Sam tapped the paper.

"Well, that's a no brainer, isn't it?" Jax said, but Sam didn't even respond, to which Jax started taking her more seriously. "Wait, do you recognize this recipe?"

"Yes. Yes I do." Sam ruffled her hair. "This is...this is a Hellfire Storm."

Jax's jaw dropped.

"Wait, what am I missing here?" I asked them. "What is a Hellfire Storm?"

Jax looked me dead in the eyes.

"It's the most powerful bomb in the world." Jax said numbly. "Hellstorm for short. So strong of an explosion that it could wipe out the entire world if detonated in the right place."

"The center of the world." Sam said.

The impact of this discovery shocked us all into silence.

Trevor groaned loudly and sat up, holding his head. "Oh, god. I think I have a concussion." He stopped talking at the sight of us. "What, are we at a funeral or something? What's with the faces?"

"Klith's collecting the ingredients for a Hellstorm." Sam told him.

Trevor suddenly gained a look on his face as if he'd just remembered that he had a major test the next day but hadn't studied. "Oh."

We were all silent.

"Well, at least some good news come out of this." Trevor said.

"What!?" Sam shouted. "What good news could you possibly draw from this?"

Trevor pulled out a map, slightly sheepish.

We all stared at it. I caught on first.

"That's not..." I gasped.

"Yeah. It's a map to the center of the world." Trevor said. "I found it while I was buried."

Everyone just stared at him, and we all burst into excitement.

And as everyone high-fived each other, I thought:

We may have some crappy news. But if we play our cards right...

...we still have a chance.

Fisherman walked amidst the wreckage of maps and wood and stopped at someone's feet.

It was LHM, and he was groaning.

Fisherman reared back and slapped him in the face.

"Get up," Fisherman snapped.

LHM's eyes opened, and he focused on Fisherman. He gained a scared look on his face.

"Sir, I—"

"—lost them." Fisherman finished. "Didn't you?"

LHM opened his mouth to answer.

"It was a rhetorical question." Fisherman snapped. He turned away from LHM, rubbing his forehead. All of a sudden he snapped, stomping and kicking at a single wooden board until it was just splinters on the ground.

"For god's sake. What do I even pay you idiots for?"

Fisherman turned back to LHM, breathing heavily. "We're not finished. Burn this place down and let's go."

LHM pulled out a torch. "What for, sir?"

"Not because I have to. I just want to." Fisherman's thirst for blood had not been quenched, and even though no one would actually die when Fisherman burned it down, it would still be satisfying to watch. Even as a child, he enjoyed just tossing paper into campfires and staring at how it curled up and turned to ashes.

But he was knocked out of his thoughts, quite literally, when LHM shouted a warning too late and a plank of wood broke over his head.

Fisherman dropped to his knees, holding his head.

He felt blood run down his forehead.

Enraged, he turned to see a terrified Rafi.

Rafi turned to run, but Fisherman pulled out his fishing rod and his sword. He threw the hook which snagged his shirt and yanked him backwards.

Right into Fisherman's sword.

Rafi's eyes widened, and Fisherman pulled out the sword, letting Rafi drop onto his chest.

LHM rose his pickaxe to kill him, but Fisherman held out a hand. "Stop."

LHM halted.

"Give me the torch." Fisherman took the torch out of LHM's hands.

He bent over and whispered into terrified Rafi's ear.

"Maybe I will be able to see some blood."

Fisherman straightened, stuffing a map into Rafi's shirt as he did, and held the torch over Rafi's chest.

And he dropped the torch.

Rafi's screams pierced the shaken town of Hiemx.

Holy crap, that was harsh.

Anyways, there was a lot more action in this part than I intended, but let's be honest. Probably like fifty percent of this fanfic is action, with fifteen percent joking around and thirty five percent actual story telling.

(Also the number of commas in this holy heck.)

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Hopefully, I will see you in less than a month.

Krios out!