A/N: Oooh, & now for the second last chapter...
Deserted Oberon Shop (Chapter 7) – Chelsea
Chelsea turned behind her briefly to see the two swordsmen raise their weapons to fight, then quickly opened the door to Garr's room and slipped inside. It was an average size room, probably the main area since she could see a dusty counter in front of her, and many old, unused shelves. But she wasn't paying attention to the amount of dust, or little unwanted Oberon products strewn across the floor. She was paying attention to the injured silver-haired man who lay crumpled on the floor near the door.
"Garr!" She cried, minding the loudness of her voice. She ran over to him, and threw her arms around him, happy that he was alive. He grunted and she then let go, finally looking at him.
He was a mess. Blood stained his clothes and face and he had countless bruises and cuts all over. Both his eyes were punched out, and she could see rope marks on his neck. The Prince tried to sit up straight, but closed his eyes in pain. "Chelsea..." He muttered weakly.
She was horrified at his condition. "My god...what did they do to you?" She suddenly felt as though she was going to cry when the realization hit her that it was her fault he was like this. He wouldn't tell them where the amulet was...so they had tried to force it out of him. "Oh no, Garr...this is my fault..." She brushed some matted hair out of his face.
He shook his head and managed to sit up right now. "Look...they would have came...for me...even if it was someone else." He struggled to get the words out. "...Do you still have...the amulet?"
She nodded, pulling it out from behind her shirt. "Yes, they do not know I have it."
"How...could you ever find me?" He frowned, and then started to cough violently, hacking up blood. Chelsea was immediately alarmed and gasped. "Don't mind that now..."
She swallowed hard, and then answered. "I came with that boy, Leon."
He nodded, and then looked around confused. "Where did they all go? Where is Hugo?" He attempted to strand, having great difficulty. Chelsea assisted him and he managed to get on his feet. "And Leon?"
Chelsea shrugged. "I don't know, but Leon is outside battling with Langer."
Garr looked shocked. "That man is crazy. We need to help him!" He started to walk toward the door, but stumbled and started to cough again.
"Garr, you're in no shape to help anyone in a swordfight!" Chelsea ran over to aid him.
The Prince regained his stand, "We have to do something." He managed to get to the door, and pushed it open. They stepped into the hallway, where Leon and the crazy Langer were still attacking each other with their weapons. She could not determine the winner, since they were both savagely swinging their swords, both not noticing the two in their angry frenzy.
Chelsea watched Leon take a careful swing at Langer's head, but the older man caught the attempt, forcing it off with his sword. Leon tried again, and this time Langer slashed his blade wildly, slicing a few of Leon's fingers open as the boy cried out in pain. Langer easily hit the sixteen-year-old's sword away, making the Swordian sail down to the end of the hall.
"Chaltier!" the girl heard Leon cry, looking down the hall after his sword, alarmed. As he did this, Langer took a swing at the boy's head, which he dodged, but the Sergeant moved his foot upwards, kicking Leon in the back and making him fall to the ground on his stomach. Now he was entirely hopeless.
Langer stepped on Leon's back, forcing him to stay on the ground. He nudged his foot under the kid's right shoulder, and flipped him on his back, pointing the tip of his sword to Leon's throat. "Well, I guess we can see who's the Master Swordsman now, can't we?!" Chelsea could hear the insanity in the man's voice, and she too felt hopeless because if she made him aware she was there, he would kill her.
She saw Leon scowl at the man, and he poked the blade further in his neck. "Stand up." he ordered, keeping the sword aimed at his Adam's apple while Leon stood. The boy was powerless without his sword now that Langer had one and he didn't, so Chelsea saw there was nothing he could do. The crazy Sergeant stepped closer to Leon, moving the blade sideways so that the boy could not move. Chelsea watched Leon's expression - still that snotty, somewhat cute, arrogant look. It almost made her smile.
Then strangely, Langer threw away his sword, naively throwing it to the right, landing it a few feet away from Chelsea. She looked at the man first though, and heard him laugh.
"Now where would my honor be if I killed you with a sword while you didn't have one?" But before Leon could react, the crazy man wrapped his hands around the boy's throat, cutting off his air supply. "Die, you stupid kid! Die!" He must have tightened his grip, as Chelsea heard Leon choking, gasping for air.
She saw Leon fall to his knees, tearing at Langer's hands, trying desperately to breathe. Panic shot through her body and the young archer grabbed the sword that had landed in front of her, somewhat unsure what to do with it. She had little experience with swords, but quickly adapted to the new weapon once she heard Leon gag. She charged at the crazy man, letting out a wild battle cry. He snapped his head up; completely surprised at this, and in that second of shock he slightly let go of the grip on Leon's neck. The boy took this to his advantage and gave the Sergeant a kick in the stomach, sending him falling backwards. Chelsea heard Leon coughing, glancing over at him with worry, but saw him get up and run down to get Chaltier.
Chelsea slashed with the sword, cutting Langer open across the chest. He screamed in pain and frustration, then tried to scramble to his feet. But it was too late. In this short time, Leon had managed to retrieve Chaltier, and was coming at him with full force. He raised the Swordian, however as he swung down he missed - a mistake that seemed to be due to drowsiness. With this advantage, Langer rolled out of the way and suddenly stopped, staring at Chelsea.
He jumped to his feet despite the injuries he had, and lunged toward her, a crazy look in his eyes. "You have it!" He shouted. She looked down and noticed the amulet had slipped out again.
"Get away from me!" She screamed and jumped backwards, making Langer stumble. She saw Leon step up behind him, ready to hit him with his sword, but she shook her head at him, an anger rising from within her. He backed away, confused - Chelsea didn't really know what she was doing, but she knew it was right.
Glaring at the evil man who was stumbling towards her with arms outstretched, she focused on the inner hatred and aimed what she felt directly at his head. She could feel the amulet moving, or something - it was a very strange experience. She could almost see the invisible energy flowing out of the charm around her neck and spearing into the crazy Sergeant.
Langer let out a cry and grabbed at the sides of his head. "Argh!! What's the matter with my mind?!" He shouted, falling to his knees. "STOP THIS!" He was screaming now, she could almost feel the pain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Leon and Garr looking over at her with puzzled expressions, but she continued with her exorcise mind trick.
She watched Langer scream loudly in pain, then stare up at her in bewilderment. "Unimaginable is the power of that...thing..." He managed to croak before he yelled out one last time, then fell to the floor, limp.
Leon rushed over and aimed Chaltier in a threatening pose at Langer, but Chelsea shook her head. "I think he's dead..." She trailed off, staring at what she had done. Leon checked his pulse, and then nodded.
That was the first time she had ever killed a person. And in that...way? She picked up the amulet from the chain and stared at it, this time horror mixed with amazement. What else can this do? As the young girl ran her thumb over the shiny lens jewel, she noticed an intricate design inscribed somewhere in the middle. She hadn't seen it before, and stared harder. She saw an image of something that was outlined with words from a strange language. The picture in the middle was of a large circle - perhaps a gem of some sort - inside a dark room with water flowing all around it. It looked familiar though she couldn't remember seeing the place before.
Chelsea snapped out of her analyzing trance when she heard Garr's voice asking her name. She looked up at him and saw he'd walked over to Langer, and was motioning for her to come over to him.
She complied, and as she approached Garr looked at her gravely. "I guess you've witnessed a bit of what that Amulet can do...perhaps now you see why it should not be in the hands of crazy men..." The Prince motioned to the body on the floor, "but that piece of Atamoni can do a lot worse."
Chelsea swallowed hard and was about to ask Garr a question on the abilities of the amulet, when they heard a loud noise from behind them, a familiar sound of a door slamming. She focused her attention to the figure that emerged from the door's hallway and saw a dark haired man. He looked like he was in his late thirties, with a few white strands in his somewhat long jet-black hair that framed his cold face. He wore a professional-looking business suit, but she noticed a deadly, black sword hanging at his side. She recognized him from the castle. It was President Hugo.
Deserted Oberon Shop (Chapter 7) – Chelsea
Chelsea turned behind her briefly to see the two swordsmen raise their weapons to fight, then quickly opened the door to Garr's room and slipped inside. It was an average size room, probably the main area since she could see a dusty counter in front of her, and many old, unused shelves. But she wasn't paying attention to the amount of dust, or little unwanted Oberon products strewn across the floor. She was paying attention to the injured silver-haired man who lay crumpled on the floor near the door.
"Garr!" She cried, minding the loudness of her voice. She ran over to him, and threw her arms around him, happy that he was alive. He grunted and she then let go, finally looking at him.
He was a mess. Blood stained his clothes and face and he had countless bruises and cuts all over. Both his eyes were punched out, and she could see rope marks on his neck. The Prince tried to sit up straight, but closed his eyes in pain. "Chelsea..." He muttered weakly.
She was horrified at his condition. "My god...what did they do to you?" She suddenly felt as though she was going to cry when the realization hit her that it was her fault he was like this. He wouldn't tell them where the amulet was...so they had tried to force it out of him. "Oh no, Garr...this is my fault..." She brushed some matted hair out of his face.
He shook his head and managed to sit up right now. "Look...they would have came...for me...even if it was someone else." He struggled to get the words out. "...Do you still have...the amulet?"
She nodded, pulling it out from behind her shirt. "Yes, they do not know I have it."
"How...could you ever find me?" He frowned, and then started to cough violently, hacking up blood. Chelsea was immediately alarmed and gasped. "Don't mind that now..."
She swallowed hard, and then answered. "I came with that boy, Leon."
He nodded, and then looked around confused. "Where did they all go? Where is Hugo?" He attempted to strand, having great difficulty. Chelsea assisted him and he managed to get on his feet. "And Leon?"
Chelsea shrugged. "I don't know, but Leon is outside battling with Langer."
Garr looked shocked. "That man is crazy. We need to help him!" He started to walk toward the door, but stumbled and started to cough again.
"Garr, you're in no shape to help anyone in a swordfight!" Chelsea ran over to aid him.
The Prince regained his stand, "We have to do something." He managed to get to the door, and pushed it open. They stepped into the hallway, where Leon and the crazy Langer were still attacking each other with their weapons. She could not determine the winner, since they were both savagely swinging their swords, both not noticing the two in their angry frenzy.
Chelsea watched Leon take a careful swing at Langer's head, but the older man caught the attempt, forcing it off with his sword. Leon tried again, and this time Langer slashed his blade wildly, slicing a few of Leon's fingers open as the boy cried out in pain. Langer easily hit the sixteen-year-old's sword away, making the Swordian sail down to the end of the hall.
"Chaltier!" the girl heard Leon cry, looking down the hall after his sword, alarmed. As he did this, Langer took a swing at the boy's head, which he dodged, but the Sergeant moved his foot upwards, kicking Leon in the back and making him fall to the ground on his stomach. Now he was entirely hopeless.
Langer stepped on Leon's back, forcing him to stay on the ground. He nudged his foot under the kid's right shoulder, and flipped him on his back, pointing the tip of his sword to Leon's throat. "Well, I guess we can see who's the Master Swordsman now, can't we?!" Chelsea could hear the insanity in the man's voice, and she too felt hopeless because if she made him aware she was there, he would kill her.
She saw Leon scowl at the man, and he poked the blade further in his neck. "Stand up." he ordered, keeping the sword aimed at his Adam's apple while Leon stood. The boy was powerless without his sword now that Langer had one and he didn't, so Chelsea saw there was nothing he could do. The crazy Sergeant stepped closer to Leon, moving the blade sideways so that the boy could not move. Chelsea watched Leon's expression - still that snotty, somewhat cute, arrogant look. It almost made her smile.
Then strangely, Langer threw away his sword, naively throwing it to the right, landing it a few feet away from Chelsea. She looked at the man first though, and heard him laugh.
"Now where would my honor be if I killed you with a sword while you didn't have one?" But before Leon could react, the crazy man wrapped his hands around the boy's throat, cutting off his air supply. "Die, you stupid kid! Die!" He must have tightened his grip, as Chelsea heard Leon choking, gasping for air.
She saw Leon fall to his knees, tearing at Langer's hands, trying desperately to breathe. Panic shot through her body and the young archer grabbed the sword that had landed in front of her, somewhat unsure what to do with it. She had little experience with swords, but quickly adapted to the new weapon once she heard Leon gag. She charged at the crazy man, letting out a wild battle cry. He snapped his head up; completely surprised at this, and in that second of shock he slightly let go of the grip on Leon's neck. The boy took this to his advantage and gave the Sergeant a kick in the stomach, sending him falling backwards. Chelsea heard Leon coughing, glancing over at him with worry, but saw him get up and run down to get Chaltier.
Chelsea slashed with the sword, cutting Langer open across the chest. He screamed in pain and frustration, then tried to scramble to his feet. But it was too late. In this short time, Leon had managed to retrieve Chaltier, and was coming at him with full force. He raised the Swordian, however as he swung down he missed - a mistake that seemed to be due to drowsiness. With this advantage, Langer rolled out of the way and suddenly stopped, staring at Chelsea.
He jumped to his feet despite the injuries he had, and lunged toward her, a crazy look in his eyes. "You have it!" He shouted. She looked down and noticed the amulet had slipped out again.
"Get away from me!" She screamed and jumped backwards, making Langer stumble. She saw Leon step up behind him, ready to hit him with his sword, but she shook her head at him, an anger rising from within her. He backed away, confused - Chelsea didn't really know what she was doing, but she knew it was right.
Glaring at the evil man who was stumbling towards her with arms outstretched, she focused on the inner hatred and aimed what she felt directly at his head. She could feel the amulet moving, or something - it was a very strange experience. She could almost see the invisible energy flowing out of the charm around her neck and spearing into the crazy Sergeant.
Langer let out a cry and grabbed at the sides of his head. "Argh!! What's the matter with my mind?!" He shouted, falling to his knees. "STOP THIS!" He was screaming now, she could almost feel the pain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Leon and Garr looking over at her with puzzled expressions, but she continued with her exorcise mind trick.
She watched Langer scream loudly in pain, then stare up at her in bewilderment. "Unimaginable is the power of that...thing..." He managed to croak before he yelled out one last time, then fell to the floor, limp.
Leon rushed over and aimed Chaltier in a threatening pose at Langer, but Chelsea shook her head. "I think he's dead..." She trailed off, staring at what she had done. Leon checked his pulse, and then nodded.
That was the first time she had ever killed a person. And in that...way? She picked up the amulet from the chain and stared at it, this time horror mixed with amazement. What else can this do? As the young girl ran her thumb over the shiny lens jewel, she noticed an intricate design inscribed somewhere in the middle. She hadn't seen it before, and stared harder. She saw an image of something that was outlined with words from a strange language. The picture in the middle was of a large circle - perhaps a gem of some sort - inside a dark room with water flowing all around it. It looked familiar though she couldn't remember seeing the place before.
Chelsea snapped out of her analyzing trance when she heard Garr's voice asking her name. She looked up at him and saw he'd walked over to Langer, and was motioning for her to come over to him.
She complied, and as she approached Garr looked at her gravely. "I guess you've witnessed a bit of what that Amulet can do...perhaps now you see why it should not be in the hands of crazy men..." The Prince motioned to the body on the floor, "but that piece of Atamoni can do a lot worse."
Chelsea swallowed hard and was about to ask Garr a question on the abilities of the amulet, when they heard a loud noise from behind them, a familiar sound of a door slamming. She focused her attention to the figure that emerged from the door's hallway and saw a dark haired man. He looked like he was in his late thirties, with a few white strands in his somewhat long jet-black hair that framed his cold face. He wore a professional-looking business suit, but she noticed a deadly, black sword hanging at his side. She recognized him from the castle. It was President Hugo.