Hey, here is the next chapter to the final fight. With Creedence's Stand revealed and it's power known to the Rabbit Hole, can they find a way around his unbreakable skin and defeat him before he takes them out?

Chapter 37: Final Battle: Part 4

The group made their way through the hallways, each seemingly identical to the last. The continued silence left them all on edge. Franky, Keith, and John all looked around to keep an eye out for Creedence, or any sign he was using Revival's powers to get a sneak attack on them. Meanwhile, Mary was in the middle of healing Kite's arm, still riddled with chunks of coal.

"This attack is sickening," Mary muttered, watching Bumingham's ability restore the arm. The coal steadily coalesced back into its proper shape until, all at once, it reverted back into flesh.

"Yeah, and the thought of what this mansion is made of is even worse," Kite said grimly, though his mood lightened when he noticed that Mary was finished. He looked over his arm and wiggled his fingers with visible satisfaction. "Alright, let's focus on what we can change. We need to make a plan for defeating Creedence."

"Well, I do have an idea. But we need to egg him on," John said, drawing some nervous looks from Mary and Franky. Only Keith nodded along, seeming excited by that part of the plan.

"Well, I'm sure we were already doing that just by being here," Kite cut in with a slight smirk. "But I know what you mean, and I have a few ideas…Let's see what we can do."

His confidence offered some reassurance to the rest of the group, who now seemed more curious than afraid. With a smile and an approving nod from Kite, their attention turned to John to hear his plan for victory.


Creedence leaned against the wall of an empty hall, hacking into his hand until blood dripped down his palm. Once he caught his breath, he drew himself up to his full height and wiped the blood against his pants.

"Damn, these fools are really pulling it all out of me," Creedence said to himself, clearing his throat once he heard the rasp in his voice. While he regained his composure, Revival slipped into the wall again, leaving ripples throughout the rock. "Using this takes a lot of power, but I need to find them as fast as I can."

After a final deep breath, Creedence's eyes snapped open. The halls began to whiz past him until he came to a stop just in front of his targets. "Hide and seek is over."

"Not just yet," John replied, summoning his Lonesome Dove. The Stand punched wildly at the air, launching a burst of air bullets towards Creedence.

But these were all met with a scoff. Each attack vanished from sight whenever they got close to Creedence, who this time left an annoyed look on his face. "Is this really all you can do? Do you not have a single better option than all these useless attacks?"

John's teeth clenched, but he continued to send his bubbles in search of an opening. But none of his attacks were enough, each of them continuing to vanish from sight.

"Guys, we need Plan B right now," John said, sweat beading on his face. He didn't dare turn around, all of his focus on trying to keep Creedence at bay. Yet the man continued to make the air bullets vanish from sight while steadily moving towards them.

"On it," Franky replied. Graceful Door slammed its fist into the wall, forcing a door to form. Kite and Mary quickly dove through it, Franky just behind them. Keith was about to join, only to look back at the struggling form of John, still trying to buy them time.

"Hold on, John!" Keith called, summoning Rhinestone Cowboy to launch a barrage of exploding rounds towards Creedence. The man's eyes narrowed and Revival's top half popped out from the floor, easily able to block the attacks. But the move accomplished its goal; while Creedence was distracted, John called back Lonesome Dove and sprinted for the door.

Just as he climbed through, however, the wall began to ripple. Keith's eyes widened at the sight, and he swiftly pushed John through the door. Before he could retract his arm, a wall appeared where the door once was. The group behind it witnessed Keith's severed right hand fall to the ground.

"KEITH! NO!" Kite yelled, banging against the wall helplessly. Graceful Door quickly went to make another door, but when the door swung open, it opened to reveal only stone. Creedence had anticipated their efforts.

Back in the other room, Keith staggered back, looking at the blood pouring from the stump of his hand. He turned Creedence walking towards him with a serious look on his face.

"End of the road, cowboy wannabe," Creedence said watching Keith clinch his teeth and stood up straight glaring at Creedence with a fury he never lost for a second.

"Any cowboy would want one final duel at high noon," Keith said, pulling out one of his revolvers and taking aim at Creedence. He pulled the hammer back, a smirk still on his face despite the odds. "Draw."

Credence sighed at the display. Revival swiped at the air, and Keith could make a move, he felt something slam into him from the side.

On the other side of the wall, the group looked on with baited breath, trying to find any sign of Keith's fate. Suddenly, spikes appeared from the surface of the wall. Tattered clothing and bits of red covered the spikes, creating a distinctly human outline.

"Keith?" Kite called out, laying a hand against one of the spikes. Slowly, his mind processed exactly what had happened to his friend. He had lost two, two people who'd called him leader and trusted him to win. For all that, he'd lost them both in a single day. The force of that realization threatened to drive him over the edge.

That was until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Kite raised his head to see John, tears running down his face and barely holding onto his composure. "He did it for a reason, Kite. He did it so that we could have a better chance at getting to Creedence."

Kite nodded, taking a deep breath before forcing himself to his feet. He hadn't even realized he'd fallen to his knees. "Right. Of course he would've...Come on."

Now that he was properly looking at their surroundings, he found that they were in a hallway. Randomly choosing a direction, he set off down the hall. The others followed, wiping their tears and exchanging comforting looks. Keith had died with purpose, and the fire he had in life now seemed to burn inside each of them.

As they left, they failed to notice the spikes shifting behind them. Revival popped its head out, taking note of their direction before returning to its master.

The group continued on their way, their eyes locked on the wall and their Stands ready to protect them. They approached the next fork in the path, only for the building around them to suddenly shift, leaving them face-to-face with a wall.

"Your friend fought to the last breath," Creedence's voice boomed from behind them. Startled by the sudden noise in the silent house, they turned to see him standing a few feet down the hall. He took out a bloodied revolver from behind them and tossed it to Kite's feet. Kite stared at the weapon Keith had on him at all times, picking it up with shaking hands.

"You bastard," he hissed, looking up from the gun to lock eyes with Creedence. While Kite's eyes burned with fury, Creedence showed only annoyance in return.

"You really should know by now that these words don't hurt me," Creedence said, shaking his head tiredly. As he took another step closer, however, he was met by John standing in front of his three teammates.

"Not a step closer to them," John hissed, Lonesome Dove floating beside him with fists clenched. The Stand was making small movements with its hands, creating tiny air bullets to send at Creedence.

"Really? You're going to continue this attack even though you've never once come close to hitting me?" Creedence asked in disbelief, watching the attacks continue their path without concern. Just like before, Revival made the bubbles vanish from the room, sending them elsewhere in the mansion.

As Lonesome Dove continued with the same repetitive moves, Creedence shook his head and advanced. "You have failed to do anything but anno-"

Creedence suddenly stopped when, just as the last bubble vanished, more of the projectiles appeared right in front of him.

"Failed to do anything but what? Set up a trap?" John asked with a smirk, watching Creedence frantically send the bubbles away, only for more to appear from the same place he'd sent them to.

"Y-you didn't...?" Creedence asked, stunned at the sight before his eyes. He gulped, feeling something in his stomach fall.

"All those attacks were never meant to hit you, but to fill this whole mansion with air bullets," John explained. Creedence turned around to see bubbles floating behind him, around every corner his Stand could sense. "It took a while, but I made the plan work and trapped you in a single place."

"A great idea, but what was your next step after getting this trap set up?" Creedence asked, trying to maintain his composure. But for the first time, the group had made him sweat, and it ran down his brow in glistening lines of treachery.

"Oh, that's simple. This," John said, smiling as Lonesome Dove sent bubbles at Creedence in a straight line. Meanwhile, Graceful Door held open a door in the wall, letting the group through one by one. First Mary, then John, then Franky himself. The last to go was Kite, who leveled the revolver from the doorway.

His target wasn't Creedence, however. Instead, he fired at the trail of air bullets. The first bubble exploded, causing the two nearby to explode as well, until a chain reaction was running through the mansion.

Creedence's eyes widened in horror as a massive blast rocked the mansion. The windows shattered from the force, sending the group flying into the nearby bushes, which gave them a softer landing then they could have hoped for.

"Damn, that was loud," Franky groaned, wearily looking at the damaged house before laying back down on the bushes with a smile. "But we won."

"Yeah, I'm sure that was enough. Even if his Stand is indestructible, he's still human," John added. He tried to rise, only to fall to the ground as searing pain shot through his legs. The others quickly moved to his side, looking at him with worry. "I think I sprained my ankle in the fall."

"I've got it," Mary said, kneeling down next to him and ordering Birmingham to punch his ankle. John gave her a grateful smile, only to wince as his leg snapped back into perfect form. While the rest of them celebrated, Kite looked at the smoking mansion with Keith's revolver clenched tightly in his hand.

"Yeah, just wish we didn't need to lose Doc and Keith," he breathed, hanging his head and running a hand through his blond hair. Keith, Mary, and John turned to look at him, rising to their feets to join him in his sorrow.

"Well, we should go find their bodies and fix them up for an open casket," John said, glancing at the other three before starting the walk towards the mansion. "Do any of you know if they had family? I'd like to-Get down!"

John had barely caught a glimpse of motion before his shout, but by the time he dropped to the ground, it was rapidly becoming more distinct. The rest of the group only barely managed to duck before a large chunk of the wall slammed into the trees above their head.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking me," Kite said, getting to his knees and seeing Creedence's shadowed form walking towards them.

"The hell does it take to finish him off?" Franky asked, Graceful Door appearing behind him to bring him back to his feet.

"I'm not sure, Franky," John said, doing the same with Lonesome Dove. He panted with exhaustion, but focused on trying to prepare for the next attack. "Though I have a bad feeling that it's nothing short of nuking him."

TBC.


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