Fro Ninja; Wassup my beautiful people. It's the ninja here with another little ditty to lay down before the days sweep beneath our feet and the gates of hell open up, and welcome us to our higher lords!
Jester; Fro, have you been watching Gladiator again while listening to Kidzbop again?
Fro Ninja; …..no...
Jester; Don't lie to me. I already have cramps from sleeping in my coffin and not writing a chapter. I'm at Level 99. You don't want me at 100.
Fro Ninja; rigggghhhtt. Anyhow, lets take a look at the comment section from the last chapter!
The Book; Your observations are astute always my friend. I have been solely writing this story arc, but the story overall is still a collaboration between Jester and myself in case you were wondering. Also, I had meant to put in a perspective from Tessera, and a few more other characters, but I wanted to establish her presence a bit more before I expand on that front. As for how the Normal types, and Normal-Cryptic types are supposed to win against the Pure types will also be revealed in this chapter, so stay tuned. Same goes for Kote and his current situation.
Fro Ninja; So without further ado...Let...there...be...LIGHT!
Karina's Perspective
"I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her,I'm gonna fucking kill her."
The very thought repeatedly rang again and again in my head like a bad school bell. Blood rushed to the breaches of my face as I struggled to hold back my anger, sadness, rage, frustration, and hate all at once, and with little success. My fist began to scream in pain from how tight I was holding onto it, and my scythe had begged me for a sweat release from the fury that was torrenting in the hand that held it.
My sister being here was the only thing keeping me from going complete ape shit on Ms. Gloom and Doom standing in front me with her own set of tools set in her fingers. She had the stance of someone who had lived in breathed combat. Someone whose world had crashed all around her, having her live every waking moment in torment and suffering from circumstances long gone from her past but not forgotten, and is simply waiting for someone to bring it all to an end. But her skills prevented that time of coming too quickly. That's good. For wanting to kill the bitch that took one of the most important people in my life from me, I didn't want this to be easy at all.
Me and sis quickly grabbed a glance at each other.
"Listen sis, I know this is the piece of shit that killed Anthony, but I need you to have a clear head in this. Rage won't do any good against someone like this." Tess told me.
I yelped in disbelief at her lack of faith in me.
"I'm offended you would think that way of me Tess! I am all about emotional control and stability."
"Karrie...you beat a physician half to death because she read your measurements out loud, and then fucked her husband, who was in the next room getting a prostate exam..."
"Just doing it like you taught me."
"Please don't remind me of past mistakes..."
"Aren't I your favorite one?!"
"Always and forever you little scamp."
We had been together for so long in both life and combat that we could each tell what the other was thinking just by looking. It was almost like instant telepathy the way we exchanged strategies.
" I'm gonna charge her from the front, you try and hit her from the blindside while you're coming up from behind me. Wait approximately two seconds. She'll notice that, and go after you to try and close off that flank, and then I'll get her from behind with a blunt attack to the neck, while you go for her side and start picking her off from the bottom to the top. After that, we'll start making her go for quick counters without thinking, and then will start coming in with switch counter-counters to her front then her sides. Got it, Karrie?"
"Got it sis!"
At times like this, Sis would run over two hundred different scenarios in her head for the current battle that was going on, and then exchange it with me via eye contact. She was a master at battle tactics and predicting what moves her enemies might take in the short and long run, and prepare for it. However, because she would think of these tactics so quickly and execute them at the same time, she had a hard time commanding a squadron because of her unnatural pace in battle. But because I was cut from the same cloth as her, I was the only in the entire world who could pick up on it, and execute them exactly the way she wants. I can do the same thing to some degree, but not as well she does.
In the next second we finished making eye contact, we immediately sprang into the plan. As mentally rehearsed, Tess went and charged forward to the black chick, with me following right behind her. As soon as she was able, sis's sword went clashing with that bitches. True to the plan, I honed in on sis's back and used my pivot foot to turn into an alternate path that lead straight to her flank. She was still exchanging sword clashes with Tess. Slashes and slices came forth at hyper sonic speeds between the two of them, and neither of them broke a sweat while doing it. As soon as I got to her flank, I began playing numbers in my head again, trying to calculate the distance and weight that would come with making this move. They appeared right before my eyes as countless equations and formulas as I moved in according to logic.
I slid into her blind side, and aimed for her sides. She then pulled out a second sword to block off my flank. She deflected one of Tess's attacks knocking her back only a few feet and proceeded to go after me once her side was secure. So far, so good. She came at me hard, with horizontal slashes from her first sword, and vertical ones from her second. For some reason, my focus was even more heightened than usual, and I began to dodge and dance around them like I've been taking ballet for years. She began to get on in her string, so I helped her out with a quick punch to her gut. It felt like I was punching a wall of iron, but despite the resistance I increased the force of fist until I felt the sensation of her ribs being lifted up. I then lined her up with the blunt side of my scythe to the right side of her face, stunning her for a brief moment. In that same moment, sis came back into the fray by giving a one-two combo with a baton that she had unveiled. One the second hit that smacked across her neck, she released a shockwave from the baton that rocked her brain like it was standing on a tee ball stand, seeing the opportunity, I vaulted back a few feet, and let loose about four knives into her legs, right above her tendons and another spot that sat between the nerves in her knee and her thigh. I quickly opened up a rift next to that very knife, grabbed it to open up a huge ass hole in her leg. Within seconds, it started to spurge out blood like a water hose that was set on fire.
Surprisingly, she had a calm reaction on her face despite being smacked around like a dumbass for the past minute in a half.
"So...you're a Normal-Cryptic-type, huh? You're certainly a lot stronger than your friend." She said with a smirk.
I laughed out loud.
"Haha! Trying to psyche me out with the fact that you kicked Kote's ass?! I don't know if you noticed, but you have a hole in your leg! More pressing concerns are afoot bitch!"True to the idea, I started to get into her head like a boring philosophy lecture, with as much trash talking as possible. Anything to get her back on the offensive.
Sis decided to push the envelope even further with shots from her gun. As expected, the bitch began to dodge the bullets faster than I could see her I'm surprised she can still move like that with an injury like that. Whoever this chick is, she's built like a tank. I decided to tweak the plan a little bit, by intercepting her evasion path. I zoomed in front of her, and lifted myself off the stand of my scythe and released a flurry of kicks in her face. She managed to dodge most of them, and even grabbed my right foot in the process with with her right hand. On closer inspection of her hand, I saw an iron chain wrapped around it. Pretty soon, I felt a huge jolt of electricity travel up and down my body. Sparks flew in and out of my mouth until they started to rupture my insides and pop out of my eyes. My whole body was on fire, but not in the way that I preferred on a Friday night. The energy began to leave my body as very volt flew its course through my insides, until my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
"KARRIE!" In that moment, I faintly heard sis cry my name and she then tossed her gun towards me.
Thinking with pure instinct, I caught the gun by my teeth, until it positioned directly in my mouth in a vertical fashion. I bit down on it harder than a dogs chew toy until I felt the recoil hit my molars, and the bullet left the chamber. Then I hit another, and another, and then another. I couldn't tell whether or not it was hitting my target, but since my brains were getting cooked, I didn't have tine to second guess myself. I let go a few more until the clip ran on its last bullet from the sensation of the gun. Yet I still felt the shock traveling up and down inside my head for these few milliseconds. Luckily, I still had a little brain power left to focus my mind on creating a rift, right behind the sadistic bitch. I then fired off the last round into the rift, which ended up in the back of her left ear, making her lose focus for a brief second, which was more than enough time to turn it around for me.
I gathered my strength, and lifted my left leg and kicked her back with everything that I had. I then felt the grip from her chains leave my leg. I managed to regain my balance on shifty legs after stepping off off of the pole of my weapon. My head felt like absolute shit, and body felt even worse. Whatever that volt was, it felt designed specifically for stunning Cryptic-types, since I felt my energy drained.
…..
NOT!
I stood up like I just I just had an awesome ass session with five Roman soldiers. I swept it off like dust on my shoulder, and cricked my neck like a just woke up from a nap. Sis ran up next to me with a sword in hand, and her chamber was fully loaded.
"Jesus fuckin christ kid! You were cutting a bit close weren't you?" She yelled out as I was still fixing myself.
"I know! I know! Can't a girl fake a near- death experience at least once in her goddamn life?! You do the same thing all the time!" I was always pretty good at faking pain and even my own deaths mainly because I had an abnormal tolerance to pain, seeing as how it was one of the first things sis taught me about combat. She had numerous torture sessions from her mercenary days, which was how she learned how to build up such a huge tolerance to pain in all senses. Naturally, she had me go through the same thing as a kid, only she was a bit more nicer compared to other people. Five million volts of electricity, deluxe iron maidens, interrogations with knives, brass knuckles, and my personal favorite bullet lodges and removals from my body. Ahhhh, good times. Admittedly, the specific shocks that chain gave off did rattle me quite a bit, but it wasn't even enough to cringe, let alone cum.
"I know that! Except when I do it, it's awesome. That was just stupid to do at a time like this. You didn't even let the electrical current rupture your spine yet! You have to sell playing possum to the customers kid."
"Spoken from the master herself! So, when are you gonna show me how to fake an orgasm?!"
"...I have got to stop letting you hang out with me..."
I saw the chain still wrapped around my ankle and snatched it off. It gave off a little spark as I grabbed it, but it came off easily with a little force. I began to scan its properties from every corner.
"I wonder..." I decided to satisfy my curiosity by wrapping the chain around the blade of my scythe. Making a connecting bridge between the middle of the steel all the way over and around the grip of the pole. I noticed the little switch around one of the steel parts, and pressed it. It gave off a large discharge of electrical energy that circled around my blade, creating a sort of lightning steel to it. "Yeah! Thanks for the gift you crazy bitch!" Now seemed like the perfect time for a test run of my new weapon addition.
Suddenly there was a silence for a little while. We heard and felt no movement anywhere in our surroundings. We both looked around to see where she had run off to.
"Damn Karina. How hard did you frickin kick her anyway?!"
"Not THAT hard. At least I don't think so. What does 'THAT hard' mean anyway?"
"It means you should shu-" I then heard my sister's sentence cut short suddenly.
"What's the matter sis? My clever analogy remind of a certain phallic object? Man you-" Then my sentence fell short.
"That's...not...it...idiot..." I glanced over to sis to see a gleaming silver blade arising from her stomach. Pretty soon, blood began to spurge out from her insides, and the blade began to travel further through her. The crazy bitch had been the wielder of that blade, and was the suspect in question behind the action. Blood began to curdle around the silver steel in a beautiful loop, almost like ribbons. The blade began to carve along the contents of her midsection, creating an x like path on her body.
"You bitch!"
The girl turned her eyes toward sis.
"That's what you get for turning your back on your opponent, bunny girl. You normal-types are all the fucking same. Always trying to live without consequence. I'll have you know that I got your friend the same way. Just so you know, this blades tinted with poison. So even if you manage to pull it out, all you're doing is prolonging your death." She then turned towards me. "Looks like I'm gonna take another person from your life."
My rage began to bridle even more, as I saw Tess lose constant amounts of blood.
"Damn you!" Even though she was her, she was still a normal-type, like Fisk, Red, or even Anthony. There was only so much she could do with those parameters set. "Sis! Get up! Tessera!" I yelled out to her seemingly lifeless body.
"Screaming at a dead body huh? Some good that will do you. I'm also guessing that you've run out of smart-ass comments too." She chided me. She chided me into even more rage. First, Anthony and now sis. This bitch was becoming a bit too greedy.
.All of a sudden, I heard a huge ass yawn echo in the gym. Looking around carefully, I saw it was coming from sis's supposed dead body. I've seen a lot of shit in my lifetime, but what I was seeing just now blew my mind.
"Oh my god! Are you done with your little malicious monologue yet?" She started to speak casually, like there wasn't anything wrong with her. And there wasn't a huge ass blade sticking out of her spleen.
"What the-"
In a flash, Tess grabbed the sword that had extended out of her with her bare and bloody hands, and snapped it. She then quickly grabbed the chick by her neck, and rushed her against the wall, creating a huge crater in the concrete, and began to rapidly punch her in the solar plexus multiple times. She then threw her across the gym and then followed her into an air rave, quickly pulling out her guns in the process. Bullets began to fly at point blank range, though the black cat chick was still able to deflect them with her knife from that distance. They began to exchange hits with each others while still floating in mid-air. Her knife tried to go for sis's neck, but she deflected just in time with a shiv that she was hiding between her tits. She quickly fired four more shots, in which the black girl had gracefully avoided all of them.
I jumped in the fray by calculating their trajectory, and awaiting them at the predicted location that they would eventually lose momentum. I readied my lightning scythe, and got ready to bring the thunder down on the bitch, when she suddenly vanished into thin air.
"Shit!" I barely managed to pull back on my attack in order not to hit sis. Turns out I didn't need to as she had swung on the pole of my scythe, slinging herself into a safe spot. She cracked her neck and did a little stretch. "Are you fucking kidding me?! This bitch can teleport?!"
"Nah. She's just so fast that it looks that way. Most Pure-cryptic-types have naturally enhanced physical properties like strength, speed, agility, durability, and combat senses. They're even more of a fucking pain to deal with than Normal-Cryptic-types. No offense lil' sis."
"None taken, I like a little salt in my coffee and all that...and did you just say PURE-Cryptic-types?!"
"Yep"
"So they ARE real. I thought you were just talking out of your ass when you said they are even stronger Cryptic-types that are born with their powers instead of getting them later. And you're sayin' this bitch is one of 'em?!"
"From the way she fights, and dodges those attacks, I'd would say so. But other than that, there's something familiar about the way she fights... I can't put my finger on it."
"She fights just like the Second Blade?"
"Yeah, she fights just like the- Wait. How the hell do you know how she fought? You never even sparred against her.(not that you would even last a minute)."
"I remember seeing you spar with someone that used a similar style when I was a baby. A style that uses momentum as a catalyst to completely switch up maneuverability and combat speed in the middle of a fight is something not a lot of people know how to do. I would remember something like that even if you dosed me with morphine."
All of a sudden, she appeared in front of us with a surprised look on her face.
"You...you're not dead?"She hounded at sis
Tess looked down at her midsection with uninterested eyes.
"hmmm. Whaddya know. I guess not."
"WHAT are you?"
Then my eyes shot open as I noticed that the cut that was carved from her insides had begun to repair itself instantly. Muscles reattached to one another, bones began to grow back in place, and skin began to become stitched up without medical tools. Her stomach and chest region looked like it hadn't even been scratched or phased. She started to rub her tummy in a suggestive manner.
"I guess Harmon didn't mention EVERYTHING about the Blades to you huh?" She then pulled out a sword from her chamber and pulled into a fighting stance. "Like the part where all of us have injections of Pure-C-type DNA in our blood streams, giving the same physical attributes as you guys. Fast healing being one of them."
"But...that lizard..."
"Anthony never got any injections sweetie. He relied on his natural abilities, which I can say personally were something to behold. Out of all of the Blades, he was the most formidable."
I looked at her in amazement.
"Sis. You're a Blade?!"
"Sorry I kept it a secret from you little sister. I didn't want you to get the wrong idea, and think I might hunt you down or anything."
"It's cool. You had your reasons. And so was Anthony huh?"
"Yep."
"That'll make avenging him all the more sweeter then!" I readied my scythe and prepared for battle as she charged toward us.
Tessera's POV
My sword started to come alive as I gripped it with heavy hands as I stared my target down like a slopping bacon egg and cheese sandwich. Not the one you get from corner stores, the one you make by yourself at three in the morning. While the analogy is a bit weird, I could say with honesty that this match was making me hungry.
Karina stood by me with her new hooked up scythe. It looked pretty rigged to the extreme for something made at last minute if I say so myself. Stuck in my mind, I saw Ms. Gloom and doom, coming towards us with blinding speed, or so it looked like that to the average person. I rolled out of the way when her sword went for the horizontal slice, while Karina blocked the hit with the pole of her scythe. She slid the pole across the the blade to hit her with a blunt attack with the front of it, which she had dodged by going down like a limbo stick player. I brought down my right leg to an axe kick towards her neck for a quick pressure attack. She miraculously caught it by her hand by grabbing my ankle at the last second. I then pressed the force of my foot up a notch to bring it down on her constantly meeting the strength of her resistance of her hand as I pushed it down even more. I gave a quick jab from the handle of my sword to her stomach, and at the same time Karina twirled her scythe around to succeed her missed attack with a slash that came down to a vertical angle.
'We got her!' I thought to myself as the attacks were starting to reach her body.
Then at the last second, she had created her own burst of momentum and used it to flip backwards in evasion while still in her crouched position. However, my senses were easily able to keep up with her moves, and so followed her in her evasion by sliding my right foot into my left foot, creating a pirouette like drag across the floor, allowing myself to follow her easily. I then swung my sword out to get a connection, which quickly met the steel of hers for several collisions as I continued spin in a straight line. Even in midair dodging, she was still able to fight as effectively like she was still on the ground. In the middle of my spinning path, I stopped myself in the middle of my momentum by putting more pressure on my leading foot, interrupting the motion in leg muscles, bringing my body to a full halt, and then I jumped on my stopped foot to connect a string starting with a flurry of of slashes toward her face. As expected, she deflected every single one that came her way, but I was able to make her flinch a little bit with a slash that more extra kick in it than my last few. I found myself in a deadlock with her. Our swords grinding against eachtother, creating sparks as they slid steel upon steel. Our eyes locked with one another, staring ourselves through our own reflections. I could see her entire story just by fighting her, let alone staring her down. It was a story that required no words between the two of us. But at the same time, it could go both ways for her as well. She could see into my own story, only difference being that she had her own input on the matter.
"Why are you going so far for a dead man anyway? Does he mean something to you? Was he your lover or something, your fuck buddy?" She snided me as she pressed her blade toward me.
"You picked the worst fucking time for exposition huh? Even more worse is your idea of him and me. He has a wife and daughter is you must know." I pushed back in the struggle with more force.
"So what then? I thought Blades don't mourn their members or seek revenge. Something about it being a liability or some shit. So? What's your story then?" She said as she grinned.
"That's none of your fucking business."
"None of my business? As the person who killed your friend and left his body in the middle of the street, I'm inclined to disagree."
"Look. If you're trying to get some emotional episode, maybe you should hit up Karina with that. I have to say I'm a bit more classy than that."
"Looks like we have a lot in common. I have a conundrum with my sister as well when it comes to our differences."
"Nope. I love my little sister to bits and pieces. I get the feeling there's something a bit more lascivious going on with you and this sister of yours, and as much as I really want to know, I don't want to know."
"That's a shame. I thought we were getting along nicely, for such a brief meeting."
"Just shut up and die already."
I pushed the intensity of sword even further down on hers. The scraping and screeching of our steels became even more loud and apparent as it echoed throughout the room. After a few seconds of struggling, the deadlock broke and I went in for the attack.
"Eat this!" I went for a quick draw from one of the swords still reloaded from my chamber and put it in\a cross attack with my other sword still in my hand. She managed to dodge by jumping in the air through the gap of the swords path and trying to finish me off. That's where she was wrong. "KARRIE, NOW!"
As soon as those words lashed out of my mouth and the bitch was about to lay down the killing blow, Karina appeared through a rift right above me, meeting her right in her face with her scythe in hand. I don't care who you are, nobody is dodging this. She brought forth her scythe, and charged up it's juice, and rammed into the bitch's side.
"GOTCHA BITCH!" Karina hollered out as her weapon drew blood. Without wasting a second, she activated the chain switch on her scythe and the sparks went flying all around her insides.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The screams of her melted my ears with its melody. It was the kind of sound that would rival the chirping of early morning birds. Glorious. Her body jolted and twitched and received the 500K treatment all over her insides. No homo. The look on her face was even better as it was drenched in pain and suffering unimaginable. It was something I absolutely loved to see on an opponents face in their last moments of their life.
"THIS ONE'S FOR ANTHONY YOU EMO LOOKING, TITTY SAGGING,NO NIPPLE HAVING, HUSBAND STEALING, CROTCH STINKING, PUTRID PIECE OF SHIT!" The look on Karrie's face was even more disturbing as I peeked a look at it. A mix of both a face on the verge of climax, and somebody that got their toe jammed by a wall. She repeatedly struck each part of her sides that began to open gaping holes in her rib area, and everywhere in her midsection.
Oh yeah, she wasn't gonna die a slow death. I joined on the action by taking both of my swords and shoving them directly into her front side, one in her intestine, and one in her heart. I then took out my gun, and then let loose a couple of rounds to her jugular and then some more in her spleen just for an extra measure. By the time I was out of ammo, she had already passed out, which was to be expected, but not wanted in this case.
Karina had turned off the electrical current, and slammed her down on the ground hard. She took out the stuck blade from her side which absolutely dripping with blood and guts, accompanied by her smiling face as we saw the bitch's body was no longer moving. She walked up next to me to gaze at our piece of art.
"Did you get your vengeance, little sis?"
"Sure did!"
"Do you wanna piss on her corpse like old times?"
"Hmmmm, maybe later! Right now I gotta go help my friend Huey, who's probably getting his ass kicked, and then I have to go find my other one."
"Sounds like fun. I'm coming too."
"Really?!"
"But of course! Glory and blood for us both! Besides, I came to help you guys out anyway."
"Right, I was gonna ask you about that...why the hell didn't you tell me you were a Blade?!"
"Because then I would have to kill ya!"
"Works for me! As long as we get to kill shit together, I'm all for it!" I keep forgetting how I tossed this kid's common sense of decency off a bridge a long time ago.
"Alright then, lets get going."
We sheathed our swords and got ready to proceed to the next area, but I couldn't shake this feeling that I got through the entire fight. Who was that girl, and why did her fighting style remind me of the Second Blades? There was something familiar about it indeed, but I just couldn't put my-
"TESSERA, KARINA, LOOK OUT!" I then heard a booming voice coming from somewhere. We both turned around only to see someone who we thought was dead, coming right for us with several knives in hand and going faster than any bullet could travel.
"Dammit!" Despite everything else, we couldn't react fast enough to get our weapons out and defend ourselves. This was bad. Before we knew it, she was right in our faces already her blades in front to strike.
Then, all of a sudden. They froze in place as if someone was pulling them on a string. Not only did the swords stop, but her as well, as if time had stopped all around us. This looked like...
"Hurry, move your asses!" Shaking off the thought, me and Karina each rolled out of the way in separate directions out of danger. Then, just like that the bitche's body began to move again, only this time her attack nothing but air as she forcefully landed on her feet. Her body was still mutilated and scarred from the treatment we gave her not that long ago. That kind of attack was enough to kill a single person twice, yet here she was still standing. With a very sullen look on her face, as she prepared to strike again, only this time, we were ready. Before we took out our weapon, two figures dropped down in front of us.
The one on the left had taken the preemptive strike, by throwing his fist straight towards her, meeting her sword halfway. He quickly ducked and followed through with a punch to the gut, stretching out her stomach all the way, and having her mouth fly wide open. He threw quick jabs to her stomach repeatedly at a break neck pace, he hit about 128 of them to precise, and then grabbed her by her neck to twirl slam her into the ground and kept an iron grip on her. She tried to squirm and breakout out of the hold, but it was none doing from this guy especially with the bangs flowing in his front, complimented with white and blue goggles hanging around his neck. There was also a guitar shaped gizmo handy in his right hand. I missed that handsome face.
"You girls alright?" He asked in a gentle voice.
"Furball! You sexy son of a bitch, what are you doing here?!"
"Well..."
"We could ask you the same thing Zaldwick!" The other figure yelled out at us and cut Furball off, still pressing his grip on old zombie chick who had passed out after after 55th hit or so. He was a stupid brown bunny, with blue eyes and a leather jacket and denim jeans. Trying to act all cool and shit.
"I wasn't asking you Osgood! Keep your nose out of my business will ya?"
"Your business?! Since when is that true?! If you hadn't just waited for us like we told you to, we wouldn't be this late already!"
" You trying to come to something on time? That would be a first."
"Blow it out your ass, you cock hungry slut!" I blew him a little kiss out of spite
"Guys. That's enough. We don't have time for this cat and mouse stuff right now!" As soon as we heard his voice shout, we both shut up, though suffice it to say we still had a lot to say to eachother. "Jackie, apprehend the target and store her somewhere safe. We still have two more we have to deal with before the rendezvous."
"Got it boss." Osgood then threw the girl over his shoulder and ran off through the gaping hole towards the rendezvous point. Furball walked up near us.
"Appreciate the help man, but how did you-?" He then waved a communicator around in front of my face, one that I thought was in my pocket as I felt around for it. "Ahhh, shit." Every Blade is given a communicator in order to talk with one another, and even comes with a tracking device. Furball musta known that I was planning on leaving early, and snatched it ahead of time with that trick of his. The crafty son of a bitch. I just can't get enough of him.
"While that was pretty reckless of you, you did help us by providing a distraction so we could scout out ahead without the soundwave creatures taking notice. So maybe some good did come out of it huh?" I shrugged my shoulders while he questioned me. He then set his eyes on Karina, who was looking more dumbfounded by the minute. "And this must be Karina right? Wow, she really has grown up hasn't she? She has certain mature aura to her now."
"Sis, what the fuck just happened? And who the fuck are these guys?"
"...I stand corrected it seems." Furball chuckled, as he put his little gizmo on his back. I'll get into what it does a little later.
"Karina, those two you just saw were my...co-workers so to speak."
"It's alright, you can tell her. I bet she knows to some extent about us having fought that Pure-type just now, and it's high time that we stop being a secret anyhow."
"You're just full of optimism, aren't you? That's what I love about you!"
He shook his head with a smile.
"Well, introductions?" Karina belted out, as she started to give me that look.
"Right. The pocket full of sunshine you saw just now was Jackie Osgood, the Fifth Blade. He used to be the fourth until I took his spot about a year ago, as you could probably tell, he's still sulking about it."
"Did you guys used to fuck or something?!"
I cleared my throat. " And this right here is Furball. He's the Third Blade."
"Did you guys used to fuck or something?"
"I wish."
"Tessera. We've been through this already. Duty before pleasure."
"You don't know what you're missin' boss."
"I appreciate the offer, but no thank you once again. Anyway, we really should get going now. I fear the worst of this attack is yet to come. We have to meet up with the First at the rendezvous point immediately." Furball began to walk off before Karina stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Rendezvous my ass! We gotta help Huey! The kid's gonna get himself killed if we don't do something!"
"Huey, you mean your friend? Don't worry, I've already set some precaution on that front. He'll be fine, trust me."
"Precaution? What in the hell are you talking about?!"
"Just trust me. Your friend will be fine. You have my word" Furball's face then turned stern and serious. "I'm not going to let anyone else die. Not anymore."
Karina, while her mood didn't shift one bit, still had a little feeling of relief fill her throat as she spoke.
"Fine. But if something happens to him, I'm gonna be feeding you your own genitals with a fork. All I could do was shake my head and chuckle. I seriously doubt that shit was happening kid. She then ran off ahead of us, following Osgoods tracks to the rendezvous at the city square.
"Your sister, she has certainly changed. She's never felt that passionate about anyone before."
I simply sighed and smiled as I sheathed my sword.
"Yep. I'm proud of her."
Terry's POV
Meanwhile in the courtyard
My mouth began to spew blood again as the son of a bitch landed another hit on me. I couldn't get close to him without packing another pair of gritting teeth. My right fist went flying toward his face as he came closer with each opening hit. It went right into his palm, which he then used to elevate me right into the air into a whopping headbutt that knocked me back for a few more feet. I tried to get up, only to have his putrid face eyeing me down. Because of the sun, I could only see the shadow of his outline and body, but one thing that stood through. His smile. The smile that only so few have seen and actually lived to tell of it's description. Evil seeped through the cracks of his teeth like nothing before. All he needed was a pointing stick, and hat, and he would win douchebag of the year award.
His knee went flying into my stomach as I barely managed to stand on my feet, which soon lifted me up into the air once again. Out of desperation, I grabbed onto his to push down the force of it to gain myself some momentum. That ended in failure when he grabbed me by my hair and kicked me in my back with his other leg while still dealing with his other one. Crazy fuck! How the hell did he do that?! I struggled to pick myself up from the dirt. It hurt. Everything on me hurt. My head, my knuckles, my legs. Everything fucking hurt! But I knew that the pain was necessary, I had to take it, I just had to!
"Oh Terry. Don't you have something new up your sleeve? I prefer not beat you senseless if possible."
"Shut up!"
He was belittling me? And I wasn't even unconscious yet! That bastard!
"While I bear no ill will towards you, I would appreciate if you simply gave me what I came for already. The reunion between me and little Huey is long overdue my friend. We both know that."
"Shut up!Shut up!Shut up!Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Don't you dare say his name you bastard! I'll fucking kill you if you touch him!" I screamed my little heart out. Until I started to cough out blood
"Oh what success that notion is giving you right now. "
"Terry! Terry! What the hell is going on?! W-who is this guy?"
"D-don't worry about it. Just...just keep your eyes on this fight. Remember what I told you Huey. This is just step one man. You can't...you can't wuss out now, you hear?!" I could barely keep my thoughts together anymore. I was. Correction, my connection to Huey was getting weaker by the second. That's exactly what Harmon was trying to do. Take me out of the picture. And I was doing a real nice, fucking job doing that for the past thirty minutes. But...but of the chance I could last...just a few more minutes, than everything will be set to go."Huey listen to me! No matter what happens, do NOT look back. You hear me?! Do NOT look back!"
"Terry..."
That's all I needed, just a few minutes. Just a few more minutes! Then everything will be set!
"Fuck you Harmon! You psychotic piece of cancerous dog shit! Killing me isn't going to do you any good!"
Then, he started to chuckle loudly.
"Kill you? Who said anything about that? I'm just killing time."
"K-killing time?!"
Third Person POV
Somewhere on the outskirts of town
Kote remained strung up on the chains overlaying the pipe. His spirit, body and mind were all shattered. There would be nothing left if the suffering still continued in this case. He laid between the state of awake and unconscious, but was not drifting to either side.
His right arm, which had been the one that had absorbed the contents of crystal was beginning to erode and and morph his arm into a malformed and disgusting that started to eat out his insides. His Cryptic-type blood began to act up as a result of the premature absorption of the crystal, which was starting to kill him as a result of his broken will. It was only a matter of time now.
Young Kote was about to die.
Part V of Trexwell Arc END.
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