I know it's been a little while, but I've been busy as of late. Plus, our editors had other things going on as well, so it took a little longer than normal. A few interesting things happen in these rounds. The survivors have finally settled down in their new dimension and, due to the vote that GameFAQs users took place in, Marcy was allowed to follow them through the use of the Chrono Cross. The blood between her and Glenn reaches a fever pitch as well, with an interesting result. Finally, Serge begins to act a bit out of character, which will be explored in later rounds. Thanks to I AM SERGE and TenkoStar17 for editing these rounds. I hope you enjoy them.
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Round 8 – Orlha (S), Skelly (K), Marcy (Crossed In)
The survivors were all sitting down to a nice dinner after the crazy events from the previous day. It seemed like they were in this for the long haul now and they would have to be extra cautious as nothing was the way it appeared. Stability no longer existed as even the very reality they were currently in could shift at any time.
There was some confusion as to who the new cook would be, since Macha and Orcha had been offed a few days ago. Starky immediately volunteered for the position, but he was quickly removed after someone heard him ask, "What doo yoouu mean yoouu don't eat whaat comes out yoour baacksides?" Leena was a halfway-decent chef, and since everyone else was feeling pretty lazy, she was reluctantly pushed into the job. To lighten the load, Orlha agreed to be her server.
Orlha was going around to all the tables taking orders and such. She then came upon the table where Fargo, Skelly, Funguy, and Grobyc were sitting.
"What can I get you all?" she asked.
"I'll have me some fresh fish," replied Fargo. "So fresh I want to cut it with me sword!"
"Right..." remarked Orlha, as she slowly backed away. "Anyone else?"
The rest of the table then ordered. Orlha was just about to walk away before Skelly called her back for a little booze to take the edge off.
"I'll take a double scotch on the rocks, toots," Skelly called. "And if you can bring it to me right quick then there's an extra fiver in it for you! Nyak-nyak-nyak!" Skelly then whacked Orlha on the behind.
Orlha's eyes opened wide as she was startled by the action. Then her expression just as quickly returned to normal before she glared at the undead clown.
"I'll be right back with your drinks," Orlha said coldly as she walked off.
"Did you get a look at that butt?" asked Skelly. "Man, she could jump my bones anytime! Nyak-nyak-nyak!"
"Grobyc-sees-trouble-ahead-for-you-stupid-one," predicted the cyborg.
"Yeah, I have a daughter a little younger than she is. You really shouldn't be treating women like that," said Funguy.
"Oh, go blow some spores you old goat," seethed Skelly. "I'm such a mack daddy pimp anyways, that all the chicks go for me."
"Whatever, ye say matey," said Fargo, chuckling to himself.
Orlha came back with their drinks and set them down. "Your food should be ready shortly," she said. With that she headed off again, but just before that Fargo could have sworn she winked at him. 'Nah, must be me imagination,' the pirate thought to himself.
All four tablemates gulped their drinks down when Skelly remarked, "Wow, this drink, is really good! It seems to have something extra!" He then peered around the glass quizzically.
Fargo took out a cigar and was about to light it when Orlha came back over. "Let me get that for you, Fargo," she said as she lit it for him.
"Th-th-Thanks," he stammered, a little weirded out by Orlha's sudden ministrations over him. 'Better tip her real well tonight,' Fargo reminded himself.
Orlha bent real close to his ear and said, "Brace yourself." Fargo didn't understand what she meant, but he did so in a second as she flung the still- lit match over at the pile of bones.
"Hey, what..." said a confused Skelly. The match then hit him and there was a deafening explosion as bits of bone flew in every direction.
Orlha walked up to what was left of Skelly's head and leered at it. "Turns out there was something extra in your drink. We call it nitroglycerin, toots."
"I'll ggeeeetttt..." croaked the skull before Orlha's foot came down and crushed it into bits.
"Oops," said Orlha sheepishly. "Guess I stepped on some bones. Clumsy me."
With that, she marched off back to Leena in the kitchen.
Fargo, still on the ground and a little singed from the explosion, merely shook his head and mumbled "Crazy bitch" under his breath.
Suddenly a yell broke out from one of the tables as Marcy tumbled out of thin air and fell on top of Razzly.
"What did I miss?" asked Marcy, as she tried to shake the fog in her head from crossing dimensions.
Serge was just beaming ecstatically while flashing a triumphant look.
"This just keeps on getting weirder and weirder, ese," said Greco to Doc.
"I know, but isn't it mad wicked?! Dude, it's almost better than porn!" replied the not-quite-sober physician. With that, he turned back to his food. "Man, am I ever hungry..."
By: Daredevil3181
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Round 9 – Marcy (S), Glenn (K)
Glenn was toweling himself off after a hard day of practicing. He knew he was clearly the most-skilled one here, but the physical exertion seemed to have a calming effect on his psyche. 'Man, I so have this contest in the bag,' he thought to himself. 'For anyone to flat out challenge me they would have to either be extremely brave or extremely stupid.'
As he was walking out of the practice field, he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye.
"Is someone out there?" he yelled. No response was forthcoming, though. Glenn merely shrugged his shoulders and trudged on.
As he walked deeper into the forest, he could have sworn he heard impish laughing, but after a few unsuccessful attempts at tracing it back to the source, he chalked it up to the slight breeze blowing through the trees.
Glenn soon came upon one tree in particular that caught his eye. Well, it wasn't so much the tree that caught his eye, as what was on the ground below it. Painted on the ground was a large black 'X' and right in front of it was a sign which read "For free donuts, stand on the black X".
"You've got to be kidding me," said Glenn. "Do they really think someone would just blindly stand on the X? I definitely smell a trap. However, there is always the chance to get some grub out of this, and I'm a man who likes his donuts..." Curiosity finally got the best of Glenn and he walked over until both feet were planted squarely on the X.
No sooner had he done that then, a string shot around his ankles. It pulled him up until he was hanging upside down, dangling in the wind. Laughter burst out from behind a nearby tree and the source was finally revealed. It was none other than Marcy, the confused wannabe-Valley-Girl.
"Like, I can't believe you fell for that!" she laughed.
"I commend you for your ambush, but it'll take more than a little string to stop me," said the swordsman. With that, he brought out his sword and severed the string binding him. Not missing a beat, he gracefully did a flip and landed feet first in front of the shocked child.
"Well aren't you Mr. Fancy Pants?" Marcy taunted. "Like, look at me, I'm so cool, I have a sword." Marcy then stuck out her tongue at him.
Glenn then reached into his other scabbard and pulled out his other Einlanzer. "Make that TWO swords," he corrected. "All the better to hit you with, my soon-to-be-dead darling." And with that he lunged at Marcy.
Marcy nimbly dodged to the side, all the while saying to herself, "Like, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." She knew she couldn't dodge him forever, so she decided it was time to employ the second phase of Operation: Bring Down the Scarred Meanie.
Marcy shot a string out of her hand to a branch far away. She then swung Spider-Man style out into the distance. She kept on repeating this until she was clearly outdistancing the heavier opponent. "Like, catch me if you can, slowpoke," she called out.
Try as he might, Glenn could not keep the child in his line of sight. Out of breath, he followed her general direction and soon came upon a fork in the path. In the middle of the fork was a sign with two different directional arrows on it. The left one read "This way is slower" and the right one read "This way is faster".
"Well, it could be another trap," Glenn said aloud to himself. "But then again, she's just a child out to play a little game. How dangerous can she really be?" With that he made up his mind and headed down the right path.
Glenn soon realized that this path led to a dead end. There was nothing but a cliff here which led right into the ocean.
"Oh, great, the stupid sign lied," he sighed to himself. As if on cue, Marcy then jumped out.
"No, it didn't," she chuckled. "Like, it was so totally faster. To your doom that is!" And with that she pulled on some secret strings that were embedded in the ground. The ground then shook violently in a cascade like a wave. As the wave rolled closer and closer to the confused warrior all he could manage to say was, "I hate you" before he was flung sky-high in the air and over the cliff. Glenn landed in the ocean with a "Sploosh!".
"Do you think this is going to stop me?!" he yelled to the cackling blonde on the ledge. "I CAN swim, you know."
"Like, I figured, as much," Marcy replied. "But so can he." With that she put her fingers in her mouth and blew a whistle.
Glenn felt the water moving all around him as he knew something big was surfacing and surfacing fast. All of the sudden a gigantic eye broke the surface, followed shortly by the rest of the Leviathan's form. As it opened its mouth wide, the last thought Glenn had was, 'I really hope Pinocchio became a real boy' before he was swallowed whole.
"Like, thanks, Jonah," Marcy said to the departing whale as it blew its blowhole in salute. "Now, I better head back to camp, because it's game night and I am so going to bust a move in Twister. Like, my right hand is so over that red that I'll even get Kid to be like, whatever!" Marcy then skipped back to the others with a grin on her face stretching from ear-to- ear.
By: Daredevil3181
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Round 10 – Kid (S), Sneff (K)
Sneff was showing Marcy, Van, and Leah how to turn people into cats. "Who wants to be in the show?" he asked
"Like, not me," replied Marcy. "Like, let her be in the show," Marcy pointed to Kid, who was walking by.
"Hold yer sea horses," said Kid. "Nobody uses me for a magic trick. I'm gonna kick your arse so hard you'll kiss the moons!"
But Sneff didn't listen to Kid. "One...Two...Ow, my back..."
"Oi, Sneff, you picked the wrong sheila to mess with. Say yer prayers, not that it will do ya any good!" Kid pulled out her dagger.
Lots of daggers flew towards Sneff as Kid used her Red Pin tech. Sneff fell to the ground.
"Like, is he dead?" asked Marcy.
"Um... me don't know," answered Leah.
"Should you have done this?" asked Van.
Kid put her dagger away. "Nobody messes with me and lives to tell the tale..." Kid walked away, laughing evilly.
By: Alanna82
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Round 11 – Serge (S), Viper (K)
Serge was walking back from the main group, still a little ticked about losing the game of charades. His team members guessed his mimes no problem, but when it came time for him to relay their movements, his miming back was not an acceptable answer. His team lost by a landslide and Serge was pissed.
'It's not like I don't know how to talk or anything,' Serge thought to himself. 'It's just that my words are too important to be wasted on insolent whelps such as them.' Serge kicked a few rocks ahead of him as he plodded on back to the tents.
'Sometimes it seems like everyone around me has employed selective listening in defiance to my selective speech. Well, you know what? Screw 'em! Screw 'em all! I am the "Chrono Trigger"! I got us through this little "adventure" we had! Not them! Me! So if they don't like how I run ship around here then they can piss off! And I swear, if one more person calls me "junior" or "son" around here...'
"You look like you could use some company, son," said a voice as it snapped Serge out of his thoughts. Serge looked around his immediate area, only to have his gaze settle on none other than Lord Viper.
'Oh great, the old codger wants to make small talk,' groaned Serge, inwardly.
"You seemed a little troubled this evening. I was just wondering if you wanted to talk...errrr...mime it out?" asked the older man.
'Hardy, har, har,' thought Serge, as he rolled his eyes. 'You want to know why I'm so cranky. I haven't gotten any lately. Kid's all angry since Skelly blew up and Leena is playing that "no sex until marriage" card. How about your daughter? She's a tasty little piece. What do you say, Viper? Can I take her for a spin?' Serge pointed to himself, then the ground at Viper's feet, and then made small hump motions.
Viper's eyes lit up in seeming recognition. "Is that what has been bothering you? You should have said something sooner then, son. I would have been happy to help," assured Viper.
'Sweet! I'm finally going to get some!' thought Serge, as a broad grin began to show itself on his face.
"Yes, yes, of course," chuckled Viper, as he reached around in his pockets for something. Finally, he pulled something out. "Here it is," he said, holding up a small tube of some sort. "I've been getting a rash from the grass out here too. A few rubs of this on whatever itches and you can sleep soundly again."
At this the smile faded off Serge's face rather quickly. 'OK, you asked for it, fogey,' strained Serge as his eyes narrowed to little slits.
"Ummm...uhhhh...no...?" asked Viper, noticing the sudden change in Serge's demeanor.
Serge brought up his hand and out shot a small bolt of white light. Viper barely managed to dodge aside in time, as the assault hit a rock outcropping behind him.
"What are you doing, son?" questioned Viper, shocked.
Not bothering to acknowledge his question, Serge then called forth a meteor rock, aiming it right at Viper. Viper again moved, but this time the space rock clipped him on the side of his head.
"Now see here..." Viper started, as he began to pull out his geometrically unique sword.
Serge didn't let up though, as he called forth an even bigger beam of white light. This one caught Viper full force and slammed him into a nearby tree. Staggered, but not down, Viper wiped the blood off his hands and stormed over to Serge.
"Now you're going to get it, son," Viper said, losing all pretense of friendliness.
'Nope, now YOU'RE going to get it' thought Serge, as he called forth to the heavens. Light then began to pour all around their immediate area, until it was almost as bright as midday. From the sky four soldiers with wings materialized out of nowhere, with spears poised to throw at Viper.
"Holy, mother of p..." was all Viper managed to utter before the four javelins hit him at full force, dropping the General in a heap. His body didn't hit the ground though, as it turned into a white substance almost instantaneously. The saints then departed.
Serge gave them a goodbye wave and then walked over to see what was left of Viper's body. "OOOHHHHH...shiny salt!' he thought, as a smile grew on his face. 'With this stuff I bet I can make anything edible. Even Lenna's cooking...'
The Chrono Trigger then gathered the salt up and hurried over to the tents for a late night snack.
By: Daredevil3181
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Round 12 – Harle (S), Turnip (K)
Turnip was lounging out by the beach, soaking up the final rays of the day. It was almost sunset, but the beet platypus didn't really care, as he had been having a great time here on the island. He had on custom-fit shades and a towel around his waist, but otherwise he was exactly the way he came out of the ground. There was a heavily alcoholic pina colada in his hand that he occasionally sipped, as his trusty sword lay at his feet.
'Man, this-eth rocks,' Turnip laughed to himself.
"Telegram, for Monsieur Turnip," said a voice, startling Turnip out of his relaxation. He took off his shades and stood up, only to come up to the stranger's chest. It was the jester, Harle. She had started a telegram surface on the island, as no one had brought their cell phones, and was making a nice amount of money off it.
"Who, be-eth it from?" asked Turnip, as he scrambled back into his clothes.
"Non' other zan your love, NeoFio. She wants to know if you can pick up ze special leaves on your way home. Ooh la la! Special!" winked the harlequin.
"It's for her hobby..." Turnip attempted to explain.
"Monsieur does not have to explain anyt'ing to Harle, non," replied Harle, again with a wink.
Harle waited as Turnip got ready and put his beach equipment away. When he was all ready, she handed him the notice. She then extended her hand. Turnip felt around in his pockets, only to come up broke.
"It so appear-eth that I have forgotten mine wallet back at the tents, Harle. Be-eth a good sport and temporarily extend-eth me credit?" requested Turnip.
Harle's face turned sour. "Non, pay now or I will take ze payment out in other ways." Harle then crossed her hands over her chest.
"What be-eth the other forms of payment?" questioned Turnip.
"I request...zat sword," indicated Harle, as she pointed to Turnip's scabbard.
"I am sorry to decline-eth thine demands, but I cannot part with mine weapon," said Turnip, as he clutched his sword closer.
"Give zat 'ere, green man, or I shall take it by force," said Harle, as her eyes narrowed.
"No! Be gone foul wench!" screamed Turnip, as he took a swipe at Harle. The jester wiggled away and left the ground, all in one graceful motion. Turnip could only watch her in awe, as she reached her zenith and then began to descend right on top of him. He tried to bring his sword up in a defensive posture, but was nary a second too late. Her feet connected onto his head, sending Turnip down into the ground so that only his sprout-like hair could be seen.
"MMMMMMmmmpppffff..." mumbled the trapped creature.
"What iz zat?" mocked Harle. "I might be obliged to free, monsieur...for a fee." All of the sudden, familiar music began playing, as Harle snapped back and disappeared into thin air.
"I'm-a coming!" shouted the new character. He was quite short, but had muscular legs. He wore blue overalls with a red shirt. Accompanying this was a red hat with an "M" in the middle of it. But all of this was overshadowed by his prominent mustache.
"What-a do we have-a here?" asked the short man. He tugged on Turnip's root- hair until he was free. The man did not put Turnip down, though, as he still struggled to be free.
"Why you no-a turn into a coin-a?" he asked.
"Unhand-eth me!" screamed Turnip.
"Mama mia! The vegetable talked-a! I'm-a gonna use this to bash-a Wart!" he said, an idea taking shape in his plumber's head. He then began to shimmer. "Looks like-a time's up! The potion-door only lasts-a so long!"
"Nnnnooooo..." protested Turnip, as he faded away with the strange man.
Harle then materialized out of the air after observing everything that transpired.
"So, zat is where zat door went..." Harle said, as she smirked to herself. "Good luck, monsieur plumber!" Harle then left the beach, as she was already behind and had a backlog of messages to deliver.
By: Daredevil3181
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Round 13 – Kid (S), NeoFio (K)
NeoFio was relaxing in a pond a few hundred feet away from the others, thinking about the loss of her dear friend Turnip. Sure, she missed everyone who has met an unfortunate end recently, but none of them struck home like Turnip's. The duck-billed root was someone NeoFio could relate to: a horribly misshapen, yet also horribly cute demi-human.
"We were a team," NeoFio thought aloud. "Turnip made me feel strong, like I could help out the others. Before I met him, I was always in the way because I couldn't contribute anything to the team. He gave me confidence. But now..."
"Hey, NeoFio, so that's what's buggin' ya?" Kid walked toward the flower child. "Ya miss yer friend?"
"Hi, Kid," NeoFio said as she looked up from her reflection. "Yeah, I miss Turnip. I just can't seem to get over his death. We were so close, but now I don't feel complete anymore. If only there was a way..." NeoFio drifted off.
Kid waded towards NeoFio. "...A way to do what?" she questioned.
NeoFio looked Kid in the eyes, while tears dripped down her own. "If only there was a way to bring him back!"
"Bring the bugger back to life? I don't think that's possible, NeoFio," Kid explained.
"You can't say it's impossible!" the demi-human protested. "Look at me! If Luccia or Serge had thought that, I wouldn't be here!"
"So how do you plan on reviving Turnip?" Kid asked skeptically.
"Hmm..." NeoFio was deep in thought.
"Maybe dragonballs...?" Kid pondered.
"No!"
"Maybe 108 Stars of Destiny? What's Leknaat's number?"
"No! No! Those ideas won't work. I wish there was an item that brought people back to life." NeoFio's eyes suddenly shone as she had a revelation. "That's it! The Life Sparkle! We can use it to wake him up! C'mon! We have to hurry!" NeoFio jumped up, grabbed Kid's hand, and proceeded to drag her in a seemingly random direction.
"Oi! Hold yer sea horses! We don't have the Life Sparkle anymore!" Kid stopped NeoFio. "Where are you going?"
The flower child was still jumping up and down out of excitement. "I know we don't have one, bud. But I can sense another one nearby! Follow me!" NeoFio ran off again. Kid, not knowing what else to do, followed.
NeoFio sprinted through the woods with Kid in toe until they arrived at a large tree guarded by an old, wise carrot demi-human.
NeoFio stepped up to the carrot demi-human and yelled, "Old man carrot! Outtamyway, bud! There's a Life Sprinkle on the ground behind you and I need it!"
The wise carrot demi-human stood his ground. "Hello, guests. Under this tree grows precious Life Sparkle. Only a select few may use them. Please, state your purpose."
"I have to use the Life Sparkle to revive my dead friend. Now get out of my way or I will make you!" NeoFio threatened with the most menacing look a flower head can make.
Needless to say, the wise carrot demi-human was not scared. "Alright," he assented as he bent over, picked a Life Sparkle, and handed it to NeoFio, but not before his hand holding the Sparkle briefly illuminated. "Here you go." The flower child snatched it. "BUT, before you use it to revive your friend, you should test it to see if it will work properly. Simply pour a little on yourself, and if you feel a burst of energy, you know it will work on your friend."
"Okay," NeoFio complied. After all, she didn't want to make another trip here if the first one didn't work. "Kid, would you mind pouring some on me?"
Kid took the Life Sparkle and started to pour it on her flower head. "Sure thing. Ya know, NeoFio, you sure have gained confidence from this mission of yours. It turns out that all ya need is somethin' to put yer heart into and you can be as strong as the rest of us!"
NeoFio smiled at the compliment. "Yeah, I guess you're right! I have gained confidence! I'm stronger than I—Oh!! Ahhh!!!" The flower child started screaming. "It burns, burns!! Get it off, get it off!!" She started shaking and fell to the ground. "Buurrrnss..." NeoFio began to disintegrate, like she was being eaten by tiny bugs, until she was completely gone.
"Foolish flower," the wise carrot admonished. "You may have gained confidence, but you have no manners! Didn't anyone ever teach you to say 'please' and 'thank you'? You got what you deserved! Justice has been served!"
Kid shook out of her shock. "Justice? How am I supposed to tell the others about this? Oh, wait...she wasn't that useful anyway, and no one will notice that she's gone. And manners are very important, too." Kid stepped on NeoFio's remains and started off toward the camp where the others were. "Goodbye, Mr. Carrot! Have a nice day!"
"Thank you! Goodbye, young lady! You have a nice day, too!"
"What a nice guy..."
By: TenkoStar17
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Round 14 – Serge (S), Van (K)
Van was staring at his blank easel, taking glances at his watch every now and then. He was missing a vital color needed to start his new painting and had arranged a meeting with Serge to trade for some paint the mute had procured earlier. Well, at least that's what Van thought they had agreed on. For all of Serge's gesturing he could have meant that he and Van were supposed to stomp on wild muskrats underneath the cover of sunrise while naked cantaloupes watched on in hysteria. Van decided to go with the more sensible interpretation though.
Serge was tapping his foot impatiently in a little clearing off to the side of the tents, wondering where the whiny bespectacled youth was. He had brought along the paint he made himself. It was actually easy to ground up some tree bark and make the color over by the beach. It just seemed to him that Van was lazy.
'Damn, good for nothing, lazy dillhole,' thought Serge. 'How dare he make me wait this long? It's already starting to get dark.' Serge could feel his agitation levels rising.
"Ahh, you're already here," said Van as he entered the meeting site. "Sorry to keep you waiting, buddy. I just got a little preoccupied with a few things before I left." In truth, Van armed himself as a precaution. Not that the fact that Serge had saved his hide dozens of times in their adventure meant nothing to Van, but lately Serge had been acting not quite himself. He was very edgy and irrational, especially at night.
'Oh great, the prodigal son returns,' thought Serge, as he rolled his eyes. 'Where's the payment?' questioned Serge as he rubbed his fingers together to indicate what he wanted.
"Oh, I have it here," Van said, as he ruffled through his pack. He pulled out a stack of gold notes that had been banded together by some elastic. "Where's the stuff?"
Serge thrust out the jar he had put the paint in. Van took it in his hand and inspected the substance. It truly was just the right color he had been looking for. Van then handed Serge the money and began to walk off.
Serge took the cash in his hand and began looking it over. Something was fishy...and then it dawned on him. The little jerk shorted him by five notes! Serge's eyes widened at being cheated and it was only then that a glint of moonlight caught his eyes as Van was moving away.
'So, he's armed and wants to play rough,' Serge laughed, pulling out his swallow. 'I think I can help him with that.'
Van was just about back onto the main path, when all of the sudden he heard a rush of air moving above him. He looked up just in time to see a little patch of earth bearing down on him. He skirted to the side, watching it fall where he was standing only seconds before.
"Wh-wh-what are you doing?!" Van screamed as he turned around. "We had a deal, fair and square, remember?"
'Yeah, but that was before you tried to weasel your way out of it!' Serge screamed in his head, fire in his eyes as he was already running towards Van.
"D-d-don't make me h-h-hurt you," Van stammered. He then quickly felt around his person for his weapon. He brought the boomerang, but his other hand closed on something in his belt. It came up with a missing five note.
"Oh, I must have dropped this, here you go, friend," Van said, relieved, as he figured out the source of Serge's ire. He held up the note, smiling. The offense would surely drop now.
Serge saw the note Van held in his hand, waving it around with a little smile on his face. 'He's toying with me?! Son of a...,' Serge thought, as all attempts at holding back vanished right then and there.
Van quickly went from being relieved to being terrified, as Serge did not slow down, but in fact sped up. Van fired his boomerang out at the moving target, but mistimed the throw, completely missing his assailant. Serge then became a white blur, untraceable to the naked eye.
Van blinked and felt a ripping pain in his chest. He looked to see Serge in front of him. The swallow was embedded in his chest and he could feel it piercing through his back. He tried to mumble something, but all that came out was an intelligible gurgle and some blood. He then fell into the endless sleep to end all sleeps.
'There's the blood-red color you wanted,' Serge laughed to himself, as he extricated the swallow from his fellow adventurer. 'And don't worry about the payment, this one's on me.' Serge smirked to himself and bounded off toward the beach to wash the sticky substance off his weapon and clothes.
A hooded figure watched all that happened and appeared pleased. It nodded to itself once, and then took off in the opposite direction of Serge, clutching an object very tightly in its hand. As it walked off, the boomerang completed its arc and thumped into the tree behind the artist, marking his final resting spot. And there it would remain.
By: Daredevil3181