Okay, this is probably the last chapter of the story, so of course it's gonna be big. This is the climax of my story, and the resolution is short and sweet. Just read, and you'll know what I mean, okay?
Disclaimer: Y'know, I'm just beginning to wonder if this just is something that takes up space. I mean, we all know that if I did own this story, I wouldn't be here. But, just in case…
I do not own Dragon Knights. They belong to Mineko Ohkami. I do own 16 books from this series though,
The Silenced
They glowered at the 3 "doctors".
"Oh, if only we had taught you better! You wouldn't be here right now!" Lykouleon directed this at Bierrez.
The yokai just glared back.
Rath, however, had a question he was dying to be answered. So he embraced the fact.
"How did you know? What we were up to, I mean?"
Kharl answered this one. "Oh a little thing called loyalty and security cameras."
"What are you talking about?" Bierrez demanded.
The alchemist continued. "Oh, when you petrified that poor intern, what was his name, MacKay, I think, he decided to be a little nosey and listen in on your conversation. Upon hearing you," he pointed to the yellow-haired yokai. "Swear that you would help Ron here escape, he quickly dashed to Mr. Black who was, at the time, observing your conversation on the video cameras."
"Of course," Tetheus started. It had been the first time anyone heard him speak since the little "collision". "I had no idea what they were saying, so when I was educated of this fact, I immediately informed Dr. Gold of the situation at hand."
Lykouleon nodded at this.
"Then," Kharl continued. "We went in and changed your keys so you would be unable to escape, and be trapped at this point."
"You were following us the entire time!" Rath yelled.
"Careful, let's not wake the other patients here." Kharl said in his obnoxiously calm voice.
Rath glared. Kharl merely smiled.
"So, what're you going to do? Toss me in jail?" Bierrez questioned.
"Not exactly." Lykouleon said, as he reached into his pocket. Bierrez and Rath tensed.
He then pulled a small, metallic object out of the pocket. He pointed it at Bierrez.
The yokai's faced paled and curved into and expression of utter terror.
Gulping, he said, "I-it doesn't have to come down to this!" A small droplet of sweat dripped down his face. Rath could nearly hear it splash onto the tiled floor.
"Oh, it really does. You see, Brandon, you have betrayed us and, as they say, the deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers. And I'll be the one to send you."
His heart was in his throat.
They stared each other down for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, Rath broke the silence. "Sir, please, you really don't have to—"
BANG
Before anyone could realize what had just happened, a yellow-haired yokai was sprawled on the floor, as a steady stream of red liquid poured from an opening in his chest.
Rath was silent. Words could not describe the emotions he was feeling. For, he felt nothing. He was standing, statue-like in between a door to freedom and 3 deranged doctors he thought he knew. With the one person who was willing to help him, lifeless at his feet. And yet, he felt nothing.
The three doctors' eyes were fixated on Rath's being. For a few moments, no one moved; Lykouleon's arm still out strait.
Suddenly, Rath bolted for them, not knowing or caring where he was going, or what would become of him. He moved so abruptly, that it took awhile for everyone to react.
The Fire knight shoved past Kharl and Lykouleon as he made his way to who knows where.
Tearing down one of the many hallways, he soon realized that all three of them were only a breath away from his incarceration. Or demise.
They caught up fast, he figured, but that fact only brushed the outer parts of his thoughts.
His mind was blank as a fresh sheet of paper. He was running aimlessly around with three murderers tailing him that belong as patients in their own infirmary.
Man, I really need to choose who I work for more carefully, Rath thought sarcastically. This was hardly the time for it though.
As he attempted to turn one of the many corners, he stepped in the wrong way, and tumbled painfully onto the hard, cold floor.
Clutching his shoulder, he realized that his body was a little less durable than it had been before.
The three easily caught up to him.
"Boy, you can make quite a ruckus, if I may say so." Kharl stated, between breaths. The three had him cornered. Rath leaned his back against a wall.
"You can say whatever the hell you want, but as you know, I'll never listen." His heart raced, realizing his inevitable fate.
Kharl smiled maliciously.
"You've always been such a trouble maker Rath." Lykouleon added.
"I don't know why she ever married you." Rath retorted, of course meaning the sweet Dragon Queen.
Lykouleon glared and raised the metallic object once again, holding it threateningly at the fire knight's heart.
"I hope you enjoy your time in hell." He said.
"I'll save you some room."
They stared at one-another, that is, until he pulled the trigger.
Rath thought to himself, no, this isn't real! This can't be real! But it was. He felt the pain of the silver bullet pierce his white skin. It went further and further until it struck home, and he was silenced.
Well, how was it? Was it different at all? Well, just in case you weren't satisfied with the ending, please continue…
Rath…
Who's calling me?
Rath…
Am I, dead?
Rath, come on…
What is this…?
"RATH!"
Rath's eyes fluttered open to stare at a milky white ceiling.
He shifted his gaze to someone that was shaking him rapidly and calling his name. Was that his name?
"Rath!" A concerned expression met his. The person had greenish hair that was a bit unkempt, with a long scar along his panicked face. He looked, familiar.
"W-where am I?"
The Earth Dragon Knight looked quizzically at his companion. "Uh, hello, you're in the Dragon Castle."
Suddenly, a rush of memories came up to greet Rath's formerly perplexed mind. After a moment, he decided to speak.
"Thatz?"
"Yeah?"
Rath stared at him. "No I'm not."