Just a quick advice to you all, a small warning will be in the chapter before things get hectic for Marcus and Iron Kings. The next chapter will have a small description of the important events that took place in this chapter so you won't have to worry about missing anything really important because your squeamish, too young or what have you. Also, at the very end of this chapter there is a scene that should elaborate on a past event and it won't be as descriptive as the rest. If you don't want to read the horror that the monster brings, simply scroll all the way down and then go back up slowly until you see the beginning of the italicized set of paragraphs. Just trying to make sure your reading pleasure is that, pleasure. Not mind-scaring or anything. As I've said before in the past, I'm paranoid like that.
Also I have a message at the end author note for those of you who have reviewed chapters of my story.
In any case, thank you for your time and enjoy.
Four weeks since his capture… Marcus has escaped.
"I'm back!" Steven shouts as he steps into the house.
"Steven! Do you know how late it is?" Pearl scolds the kid as he and Lion walk in. "We were just about to go look for you." She continues as Garnet and Amethyst stare from the breakfast island.
"Sorry Pearl." Steven apologizes and goes to the couch. "Connie's mom took my mom's sword, and we had to go to the hospital to get it back from her." He explains and looks to the side before looking back. "We were… delayed, a little." He adds nervously.
"Delayed how? Traffic?" Amethyst jokes and takes a swig of her soda.
"No, fusion monsters."
"What?!"
*PFFFFFFF*Coughing*
Garnet's eyebrows raise in surprise while Pearl shouts and Amethyst spit takes and coughs.
"You ran into some fusion monsters? In town?" Garnet questions.
"Mmmm, sort of. They were apparently brought to the hospital because they thought they were injured people." A look of realization dawns his face. "Oh yeah! Connie's mom knows about us now." He tells them with a smile. The gems however don't share his emotion.
"Connie's… mom knows about… oh boy." Pearl gets worried at the idea of anymore humans knowing about what they do.
"That's… interesting." Garnet hesitantly says.
"Man, sucks Marcus still ain't here." Amethyst says depressed and lays her head against the counter. Everyone looks at Amethyst now, making her perk her head up. "Let's be honest here. If he were here, he would probably do some special hacking thing to make sure she doesn't say or do anything." She explains as she wave her hand about.
"Hehe, that's true. Unlike most humans, Mrs. Maheswaran has a bigger head on her shoulders." Garnet comments with a chuckle. "From the dinner we had with her, it's obvious she cares very deeply for her daughter and our occupation isn't exactly the most… safe." Everyone nods at the statement. Steven also remembers how she acted during both families dinner date, and how Connie told him she needed to be careful with sword training since her mom definitely wouldn't have approved. Now that she saw firsthand what it is that he has to deal with, he is immensely relieved that Connie will still be able to hang out with him.
No one knows what else to say right now exactly so there is a slight air of awkwardness about them.
"Man where is he? Getting really annoyed waiting like this." Amethyst sulks. By this time in them waiting, it's gotten to the point that they weren't feeling depressed and sad all the time. Now they just all feel a little down whenever they remember him and have hope for his safe return.
"Best we can do now is wait. We would have no idea where to go looking." Garnet says and its true. Even if they didn't have the rule to go out, he was kidnapped hours before Garnet, Steven and Greg found his wrecked truck so the trail was cold as it was.
"I guess." Steven says sadly before getting up and going over to Lion. The beast looks at him curiously. "Do you know where Marcus is?"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Uhhh." He sighs frustrated, pets his mane and goes over to the window. "Hope you're doing alright Marcus." Steven hopes for his brother's safe return.
"Hey." The four guards guarding the cell room of the prisoner turn their heads down one hallway to see one of their technicians coming towards them. "Get ready. I'm gonna have to go in and fix his light."
They four of them look at each other before turning back to him flabbergasted. "Are you serious?" One of them asks.
"Yeah. The surveillance camera isn't showing anything because the light broke a little while ago. Here look." The tech explains and pulls out a tablet and shows the video recording. It shows the kid they've been guarding since he came to the facility unconscious on his side, still attached to the chair from the boss's interrogation a few hours ago. The light continues to flicker until it shuts off completely. "Boss wants eyes on him 24/7 and the light kind of prevents that. So shall we?" He gestures to the door with the key in hand.
The guards all look warily at the door before nodding and get their guns ready on the door. They were told at the very beginning how dangerous this kid was and how many of their own men died by his hands. Even how he took out one of their facilities. They had several inches of thick steel between them and him, plus automatic assault rifles in hand so they felt somewhat comfortable by being so close to him. Whenever the boss came to interrogate, they were always on edge and now feels even worse for some reason.
They quickly check their rifles one last time before giving the go ahead. The technician though is completely oblivious to the horror on the other side.
Their Pandora's box opens at the turn of the key.
Warning people: This is where the M rating should come into play.
The door creaks open slowly and the room is covered in complete darkness. "Alright kid. Here's the deal: I'm going to fix the light and that's it. No doing anything stupid alright?" The tech calls into the darkened room. Silence is the only answer the guy gets in return. "Hey! Did you hear me?! I said I'm—"
*FWOOSH*
"GRHHH!" His face is encompassed by black as a claw thrusts out and grabs him by his face. The tools he was carrying, and the tablet clatter to the ground, the replacement bulb shattering as it impacts the ground and the guy grabs the arm out of reflex. In an instant he feels a crushing force on his skull. "Mm! Mm! Mmmmmmm!" His muffled efforts to dislodge the appendage from his face fail. He lets out loud muffled cries as he is pulled into the darkened room.
"Open fire!" One of the guards orders.
As one, all four assault rifles open fire straight through the door and into the room, hoping to tear apart anything that was inside it. The boss gave explicit orders that if he were to fight back, end him. Well he fought back and that's the order they are currently executing.
Ten seconds of continuous fire and all four of them run out of ammo in their weapons. Smoking gun barrels hiss at the sheer amount of firepower they exhibited before the men calm down. Slowly lowering their weapons, they see if they can see anything moving. To all of their surprise, a mass starts coming towards them. As it comes out the door, horror is clear across their faces as they see what it is they unloaded all their ammo into.
The body of the technician, completely riddled with bullet holes, is carried by his head out the door.
*Thud… Thud*
The body falls from the claw… then the head.
"Oohhhh Fuuuu—" One of them starts to cry out and tries to reload his rifle.
*Shick*
He is stopped as another clawed hand comes out and skewers his rifle, and his chest. The guards body instantly goes limp as he is embedded into the wall. The last three guards stare in horror at the nightmarish beast that just ended their partner as they unsteadily move away from it.
*Crunch*
One of them steps on the shattered light bulb. The clawed hand roughly pulls out of the body and it stands to its full height. The monster takes up nearly the entire hallway and stares down at them with blood red eyes. All three of their weapons shake in their hands, unable to reload their weapons due to the sheer fear that this thing exhibits onto them. They continue to back away from it but for every step they take back, the size of the creature dwarfs two. They finally get the sense to start reloading their weapons but its too late. The monster couches low to the ground, and pounces.
Johnson sighs as he continues to read through more reports. Being a high level captain in the Iron Kings doesn't have the flare and glory of doing field work since most of it is reading reports and managing his men to go where they are needed. He's already sent a group of men to go to Beach City and wait for the perfect opportunity to take the kid. His men have been stretched thin as it is with the recent losses but now that he's finally caught, he can get to work. 'Soon you bastard. Very soon you'll tell me what I want to know.' He thinks as he puts down another report and picks up another.
"...aaaahhhhhhhhh!..."
He looks up at the faint scream he heard. "The hell?" He questions and slowly rolls his chair to the opposite side of his desk. Quickly bringing up the video feed to the room, it's still dark, for a second. The light bulb flickers to life and his eyes widen. The room is empty, save for the severely mangled steel chair and splatter of blood on the ground in front of the door. Even the door is missing from its hinges. "What the fuck?!" He yells as he jumps to his feet. Quickly scrambling over to the phone, he hits the extension number to the mess hall. It rings a couple times before someone picks up. "Hey! Listen we have a breach! Get everyone armed and ready to…" His order trails off as he realizes he hears nothing. "Hello?"
"…"
"… Hello?! Someone answer! Answer goddamnit!"
"Hello?! Someone answer! Answer goddamnit!"
The speaker doesn't get an answer, nor will he be able to get one from the severed hand clutching the phone.
Blood drips to the floor as it swings to and fro, narrowly missing the body that's crushed behind the steel cafeteria table. The entire mess hall has become a complete blood bath in such a short time. Two people have their heads crushed, having been slammed against each other with such tremendous force, and left to face plant into their ruined food. Anothers spine is broken as he was force against his chair backwards, leaving him in an open mouthed state of horror at the last second a clawed hand pulled him back. Many more men lay in puddles of their own blood, having been killed with a variety of injuries ranging from torn off limbs and left to bleed out, cuts and slashes that nearly go through the entire people's bodies, crushed bodies and people slammed hard against the walls of the room, some of their necks twisted horrifically from broken necks.
The men that were casually eating were completely caught off guard from the massacre.
"Guh. Gah. Ack. Fu—"
*Crack*
The last survivor of the massacre has his life snuffed in one simple snap of his neck. The monster stares at the limp body now before letting go, allowing it to drop to the ground in a heap. Its black fur is now matted with specks and streaks of blood at various points of its body. It looks at the body at his feet before reaching to the side and grabbing the several inches of thick steel door that used to be Marcus's cell door with his left claw.
"Over here! Down this way! It came from the mess!" A man's voice can be heard plus rapid footsteps past the double doors in the hallway leading to the mess hall that the monster is standing in front of.
"Are you sure?!"
"Yes I'm sure! I heard the screams and I don't know what's going on but—"
As soon as the voice is right on the other side of the door, the monster brings its leg up and kicks the right most door. The metal door swings open ungodly fast, slamming into the wall, embedding both it and the man into the stone wall. The dozen or so other men that were following him stare in horror at the circular window now stained red before looking to see who kicked it open. The monster stares at them all with a look of amusement and takes a step forward.
"Wha-What the hell is that thing?!" One of them asks as they take a step back.
"I-I-I don't know!"
"Who cares?! Just fire!"
At the sound advice, everyone in the hallway brings their weapons up to bear and open fire. A staccato mix of assault rifles, shotguns, pistols and SMG's unleash lead down the hallway at the monster. Its massive size and the small hallway easily making it impossible to dodge the attacks.
Fortunately for it, it isn't going to dodge them. Before they fire, the monster brings up the steel door in front of it. The thick metal door covers the entirety of its body as every round meant for it stops dead because of the metal or deflects elsewhere.
The metal ricocheting of the bullets fills the hallway as loud as the guns firing to kill it. It only waits for a few seconds for the flurry of bullets to slightly dissipate before it starts to stalk forward, keeping its makeshift shield help up and not waning in the least bit. As only a couple guns are left firing, it quickly dashes forward and shield bashes the people in front of it.
Several of the men scream as they are with the force of car, some flying back and getting caught by the others, while a few fall to the ground or against the wall. The monster moves forward past the men on the ground and ends them. One thrown against the wall to the right has his throat cut from its right claw, the one of the left wall is crushed with a clawed foot slamming into his midsection, and the last man under the monster groans from the hit and before staring up with wide eyes as it brings the door up. "AAAAAHH—!"
*SLAM*
The door cuts off the man's last dying scream as it comes down and destroys the head beyond recognition. It picks the door back up and continues to move forward. The rest of them scramble to try to reload their weapons and pick up their injured comrades and but it's too late.
It hoists the door high up over its head and gives a demonic grin to the soon to be dead men. "Murder… and Mayhem… AWAIT YOU ALL!" With a deep demonic say and yell, it accentuates the last bit by throwing his shield at them, and running forward.
Johnson lets out a shaky breath as he stares at the camera feed from his computer. He watches as this… thing, tears apart his men like nothing through the hallway. The last part he sees is the last man try to fire but one swipe coats the camera in red.
"Sir!" A man busts through the door, sweaty and frantic. "We're getting reports that someone's—"
"I know." Johnsons simple two words are enough to stop his man from continuing.
He looks caught off guard by the statement but quickly reaffirms himself. "Well, what do we do?" He asks. Normally it's as simple matter of moving teams to the side of the compound that the intruders are at and retaliate, but the new reports state that the enemy is deep inside the compound.
Johnson stares at the screen for a few tense seconds before leaning back and sighing. 'I don't have choice. I'm sorry brother.' He thinks with closed eyes. "Order everyone on high alert. Everyone is to be equipped with the very best we have. No exceptions." He grimly tells the man.
His eyes widen at his bosses orders. "Re-really sir?"
"I am. Everything." He grimly tells his subordinate.
The man blinks a couple times and tries to say something but nods nonetheless. "You got it." He agrees and goes out into the hallway. He stares at the closed double doors where his men once stood. Slowly he stands up and walks over to the door. He simply locks the set of doors and sits back down in his seat. Elbows on the desk, fingers locked and crossed over each other, all he has left to do… is wait. "Come get me you son of a bitch."
"Come on! Last sighting was from down this way!"
"What the hell are we dealing with?! I didn't hear anything else besides this guy killing a lot of people!"
"I don't know! But whatever it is we gotta get moving now or else he gets away!" The group of six men sprint down a hallway at breakneck speed to get to where the intruders last sighting was. They continue to move as fast as they can until something flies out in front of them.
The body of someone crashes into the wall from the T-shaped hallway intersection, halting their progress. They slide a stop as they stare at the mangled body embedded into the plaster wall. Peaking out into the other hallway, the good news is, they found the intruder.
*Crack*
The bad news, the intruder found them. After letting the crushed skull body fall to the ground, it turns its head to them, making all of them feel a sense of dread as the blood red eyes stare at them. Tossing the body away, it starts running towards them.
"Shit! What is that thing?!"
"Fuck if I know! Just take it down!" All of them move out and immediately open fire on the thing. As soon as the first rounds leave the guns, it takes the initiative and busts open a door to its left, going into another room and out of the hail fire. The bullets fly past the door but their aim moves towards the door, keeping it pinned down inside. "That's a small room. No other way out. Let's kill it." One of them starts moving forward with another right behind.
"Whoa whoa whoa! You serious man?! You saw that thing right? That was… I know what the hell that was but it wasn't human!" One of them freaks out at the sight of the intruder. "And you wanna try and take it out on our own?! Your goddamn crazy!"
"Look," The lead man whirls around angrily. "That thing has probably killed a ton of us already. We can't wait or else it'll get wise and escape. Besides it's trapped in that room. Now c'mon!"
"Grrrr, fine!" The objector concedes and starts walking with the rest of them in a single file line. All their weapons continue to keep their sights trained on the door as they move to it. As they get closer, their movement speed slows down until they are shuffling as quietly as they can to the door. Once they get right up against the doorway, all six of them stack up, ready to breach the room and take this thing down.
"You guys ready?" The leader asks from the front as he pulls out a smoke grenade. The rest of them nod and cock their weapons. "Alright, on three." He says and grips the pin. "One…" He pulls the pin, "… Two…" He brings his arm back, "… Thr—"
*Crash*
"Aaahh!" A clawed arm crashes through the wall, easily tearing apart the plastered walls and sending white dust all over them. It grips the fourth guy in line and pulls the rest of it through the wall. The man tries to fire at it but his rifle sprays bullets all over.
"Argh!" Including one bullet shooting the hand the leader was holding the smoke grenade with. It clatters to the ground. Not wanting to be the center of the blast, the second guy kicks it away from them, making it bounce off the wall and into the room via the hole the monster made. Just before the grenade goes off and covers the room in thick gray smoke as well as just outside the hole, the monster brings both of its arms over its captive and crushes the guy in a bone breaking bear hug. "Damnit! Shoot!" The first guy yells and both he, second and third open fire into the smoke, although with his injured hand, he uses one hand to pull the trigger of his AK and his forearm on his injured hand placed under the front handle to hold his gun as straight as he can. All three of them open fire into the smoke as much as they can until they are sure it's dead. After a few seconds of shooting, they stop firing and wait for the smoke to clear. Once it does, they expect to find the body of the monster dead on the ground. They see bodies alright, three of them to be exact.
As it stands, shooting into a smoke screen blind is a sure fire way to cause friendly fire. All three bodies are of the last members of their line up on the door, and not one of them are the monster.
"Wha-! Where the hell did it go?!"
"I-I-I don't—" Before the first guy can finish talking, a heavy mass lands on him from above and promptly crushes him.
The last two guys whirl around to find out what the sound was but the second suddenly gets two claws straight to his stomach. He chokes out from the penetration of his gut as he is lifted up and tossed to the last guy. The now dead guys body goes through the air before it lands on the last guy. His gun goes flying out of his hand when he's crushed by his dead partner. Before he can have any chance of getting up, his eyes widen as the monster jumps all the way up to the ceiling right over him. The monster comes back down the ground like a comet, landing on both bodies, crushing them both to death. Blood spurts from the last ones mouth but he lies back dead on the ground.
The monster looks down at the body, waiting to see if it'll get back up and or show any signs of life. When it doesn't see any, it stomps off the bodies and goes off to find more prey.
And that's how things progress. The monster, the creature freed from inside the gems relishes the feel of the enemies it faces. It distinctly remembers the cheap battle it took part in when it first came out and makes sure to not be caught off guard so easily like last time.
More people try to mount against the intruder after the alarms are sounded throughout the entire compound but it isn't deterred in the least. Moving quick and fast through the winding tunnels and hallways of the complex set of buildings to keep the Iron Kings off it's trail. Because of that, they are forced to split up to find where it is and once they do, its too late for the ones that find it. It's already disappeared and disappeared to find more of it's prey where it can.
One in particular continues to elude it and after an hour of playing cat and mouse with the small fries, there is only one place left for him to be, along with the last of the men in this place.
The last remains of the grunts cower and run down the hallway leading to their bosses office, not because they think he can save but for the fact that his office is the last place that hasn't been bloodied. It's also a secure room with the only two entrances being the double doors main entrance and the window directly behind his desk. Covering those two should give them the ability to keep it out until they can call for reinforcements or make sure it doesn't tear them apart so easily.
If only they can get to it. As they all run full sprint to the room, the monster chases after them even faster. The unfortunate souls in the back get ripped apart, unintentionally giving the ones in the front the chance to get at least some distance away it. However it isn't much as its killing actions are simply slashes that cause severe bodily injury, broken spines on the back, leaving them to bleed as it passes and punches and backhands into the walls, leaving them unconscious crumpled messes. Not all of them can afford to turn around, or fire blindly back because of the risk to friendly fire. The ones all the way in the back however are killed too quickly to retaliate. The numbers dwindle quite rapidly until there's one left running. The last survivor continues sprinting, not even looking back to see his last comrades dying screams before they cut off. He turns a corner and spots the bosses double doors, a tiny bit of hope sparking in him as he books it a bit more. 'Almost there… almost there… almost there!' He frantically repeats in his head over and over again as salvation seems just within reach. He smiles as he gets within a few dozen feet.
*FWOOSH!*
A massive gust of air moves past him and his sprinting turns into slow steps. The smile stays on his face as he stares at the furred crystalline back of the monster. He comes to a stop as his breath stops altogether as well. He falls to his knees and his eyes roll back into his head, along with his head rolling back onto the floor and his body thuds forward.
"Pathetic." The deep demonic sounding voice spits out the words as it stares back at body and looks forward. With a sniff of the air, there is nothing left in the entire compound and only one person left. With a smile, it's clenched claws open and the razor sharp claws spray bits of blood onto the ground. Slowly it steps forward and start making its way towards the leader, raking its claws along the wall leaving deep gouges into the wood and plastered frames. It's slow walk gains more speed until it's sprinting down the hallway, the loud cracking and breaking of wood on the walls and under its feet following it in its wake, revealing its location to anyone in the building it's in, if there were any others left. "RaaaaAAAAAAHH!" It's low roar gains volume as it gets closer to the door. With one final cry, it crosses its arms in front of it, claws out to the front, and crashes through the door. "RAAAAWWW—!"
*BOOM!*
The shotgun blast from Johnsons SPAS-12 sends dozens of pellets flying at its stomach and legs, stopping it cold as it stumbles to the ground in a heap. With gritted teeth, the monster pushes itself up by its arms and glares at the man behind the desk.
*BOOM*BOOM*BOOM*
Another set of rounds are sent into its shoulder, forcing it to fall onto its back where more and more are shot into it's body at various parts. The monster screams out in pain at the dozens upon dozens of small shotgun pellets tearing through its body. Once the last shells is ejected from the shotgun, the man continues to glare at the monster that ruined his entire part of the operation, and his life, as it lets out ragged breaths. With the last rounds spent, Johnson tosses the shotgun to the side in frustration before walking over to wall on the right of his office. Reaching up, he grabs the decorative axe he keeps there for appearances sake. The weapon is as real as it comes, finely polished, wooden tan handle with black grip tape, and shining steel on the axe head that you can see your reflection in. Gripping it in his right hand, he turns around to see the monster glowing. He walks back to it and his eyes widen as he spots the shape forming back to resembling what a human is. Once the glowing stops, his eyes exhibit extreme anger as he spots his nephew, the cause of all of this and doesn't look injured at all.
"You just don't know when it stop fucking with me don't you?" He angrily says as Marcus writhes a little on the ground. "Not only did you destroy one of our compounds, but you also killed dozens of my men, forced me to ask for help, and now you destroyed EVERYONE UNDER MY COMMAND!" He screams and his hands grip the axe tightly. Marcus slowly rolls onto his left side, his left arm outstretched. "D you have any idea what you cost me?!" He asks loudly and brings the axe over his head before bringing it down.
*CHOP*
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs as pain tears through my arm. My eyes fly open as I see an axe cut off the top half of my left forearm. I grunt as it's roughly pulled back.
"You just didn't cooperate now could you?!" I look up to see the axe coming down again.
"AAAARRRRGHHH!" I grind my teeth as he cuts off more of my arm.
"Why do you have to complicate things?!" He yells at me and pulls his axe back.
Unconsciously, my healing power activates and I watch the bone start to grow back.
"What… the hell… ARE YOU?!"
*CHOP*
"Aaaahh!" I cry out in more pain as he cuts off the healed bone. It doesn't stop the healing process though as more of it continues to grow.
"What kind of freak of a person are you?! What the hell did my brother see in that whore?!"
*CHOP*
I clench my eyes shut as more pain shoots through the injury. The healing becomes more erratic as it tries to heal my missing limb at a faster pace. I feel blinding rage course through me as he continues to hurt me again and again. My body starts to shut down from the healing but I force myself awake. 'I can't stop! I can't stop! I can't die here! I can't let him win! Not after everything he's done to me… What he plans to do to my family! NOT HIM! MY FAMILY!'
"JUST DIE ALREADY! LIKE THE NOTHING YOU ARE! RAAAAAAH!"
"RAAAAAAAH!"
*SHICK*
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"… Guh." He groans as we stare into each other's eyes. The axe he swung overhead remains in the air, and my broken wrist bone remains stabbed into his jugular vein and trachea. Blood pours from his mouth as his body starts to weaken. The axe clatters to the ground he weakly grabs my arm. He goes onto his knees but I remain standing, giving him one last death stare as I watch the life slowly drain from his eyes.
He struggles a little but I push more into him, making him go slightly limp. "Never… speak about my mother like that… You're not my family… and you'll never… hurt my brother…" I rip my arm out of his throat, making him instinctively grab it in an effort to quell the bleeding. Very tired now, very weak as my arm continues to heal, I reach down and grab the axe with my working right hand. He stares at me as I stare down at him.
"… Ever." Turning 360 to my right, the world slows down as turn all the way around, before in blur of speed, the axe cuts through his neck. My uncle goes limp completely as he falls forward… dead. I take a step back and take into account of what just happened… what I did.
Memories flood my mind in droves. Some I remember, some I don't…. some I was forced to forget.
I collapse onto my knees, the axe falling from my hands before I fall onto my back. The last thought that goes through my head before I fall unconscious is what 'really' happened to my father.
*Crash*
"Aaah!" I yell as the bottle impacts the side of my head, breaking on impact and showering me with its content and glass. I fall to the ground from the hit and feel the alcohol wash over me.
"HOW DRE YOU TALK BACK TO ME?!" I hear my father's voice scream at me. "I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU'LL SHOW ME SOME RESPECT!"
"Respect? RESPECT?!" I scream at him while holding the side of my head, stopping the cut from getting any worse. "How can I show you respect when you've never shown me anything?! Nothing! You've never helped me whatsoever! All you do is beat and hurt me! You haven't even told me about these!" I yell as I stand and point to the gems on my shoulders. He scowls as I point to them. "You've never even told me about mo-!"
*SLAP*
I fall as he back hands me. "You insolent runt! Don't you even talk about her! You don't deserve to even have her gems!" I hear him grip something but I'm too dazed to see. "You were a mistake… one that I mean to fix." I hear him lowly say.
"Arrrrrghhh!" I yell in pain as he roughly turns me around and stabs me with the broken bottle in my shoulder. He twists it a little, digging more into me.
"You. Are. Nothing." He hisses at me, the scent of alcohol on his breathe evident even through the haze of pain. "You aren't her and you'll never be her!" He yells in my face. He tears the bottle up and brings it over his head. "NOW DIE!"
"NOOOO!" I close my eyes and hold my hands up in defense.
*SHINK*
"ARGH!" My dad for some reason screams in pain. Slowly opening my eyes, they widen as somehow two green katana's appear in my hands… and go into him. We both stare wide-eyed at the sudden appearance of the blades before looking at each other. His anger turns from blind rage… to sadness. Tears begin falling from his eyes as he drops the bottle and falls to his knees. Still gripping the handles of the katana's, I get to my feet and stare in horror as he slowly falls back onto the ground, taking the blades out in the process. I look at them for a second before looking at my dying father. "You're not her… you'll never be her…" He cries out as the last of the life leaves him.
"I'm sorry… Jade… Uhh." His head lulls to the side as he takes his last breath.
My dad is dead.
I killed my dad. He's dead because of me. I killed him.
Looking at the swords in hand, I quickly drop them. They clatter to the ground but once they go still, they disappear. I stare at where they were and look at my now passed away father.
I take a step back, then another and another until my back hits the wall. Quickly looking around, I spot the front door. Not wasting a moment, I move to the door and fling it open before running out into the woods. I run away from the isolated house my dad built.
I run… and I've never looked back.
And that's another chapter down everyone. Things got pretty crazy here for the Iron Kings. I almost feel sorry for them… almost. Secrets have been spilled and revelations realized for some. Tell me what you think about what happened and if it was a good idea to make it M. I'm still shocked everyday that more and more of you continue to favorite, follow and support this story. This is absolutely amazing to see and seriously everyone, thank you for the support.
Thank you Patriota1993 for the Sith Inquisitor quote from SWTOR "Murder and Mayhem await." It was a last minute addition that I just decided to go ahead say 'Fuck it. Let's give the nightmare a voice.' I also haven't played the Sith Inquisitor yet in SWTOR, only the bounty hunter, Imperial Agent, Trooper and Jedi Guardian so I never heard that quote till them. I feel as though it fits the monster don't you think?
That being said, holy crap coldblue it's been quite awhile since I saw one of you reviews. Hope things are going well for you as well as everyone else reading this. You know, for awhile I was scared to actually give anyone any due credit for reviewing an suggestions because I didn't want to make it look like I'm playing favorites.
Now, I don't really care because god damnit you all are awesome for your reviews, favorites and follows. Thank you coldblue for the extensive reviews you've given me at the beginning that have your own thoughts, questions and suggestions on what the chapter has brought up. I would also like to thank Okeler, SAK-96, halitelp, M. 6, Miss Tri, Patriota1993, boret98, Cinnabon68, even you Cf96 for everyone. Your reviews Cf96 may be one or two words but they're still appreciated nonetheless. Keep in mind folks, these are just the people I've seen review across multiple chapters and vaguely remember off the top of my head. I'm sorry if it seems I played favorites like this but I just got back from mowing my backyard, well half of it because it's a freaking jungle behind my house and I have to do it over multiple days, and I really don't feel like going through 317 reviews across 21 pages to get every single person who's reviewed over the months. Please understand that I feel like crashing into bed.
Not much has changed in my personal life, went to see Wonder Woman in 3D, it was good, and I am excited for E3 in a week and can't wait to see what they'll unveil. I've been hearing stuff about the Xbox Scorpio, no new Halo, a new Assassins Creed, Dragon age and who knows what else.
Again, thank you all for your support, have a great day, and as always have fun reading.
