The Trap of All Traps
About eight men burst in at once. They ran in and immediately started firing wildly. He made quick work of them though, by cutting all of their necks. A couple other men started coming in. Some were bursting through the windows, some coming through the doors, and others making doors for themselves. He could tell that the general told them to just rush the inn, instead of having a strategized attack. The men who were coming through the windows were immediately hit by the knives he was throwing. As almost as if doing it at the same time, he killed the men who were coming through the door with his swords, and killing the rest with his throwing knives. Half of the men weren't even moving because they were positively shocked by the speed he possessed. And he cut through the men as if he put no effort forth in doing it. After about three minutes of fighting, there were only about twelve soldiers left. He decided to just kill them quickly instead of toying with them. He pulled out what looked like a Frisbee and threw it at one of the soldiers. The soldier tried to catch it, but blades suddenly stuck out of the Frisbee. It cut through the soldier's neck like a knife through butter. It spun around the room, cutting soldiers in half like they were mere dolls. The Frisbee came back to him, the blades going back into it. He caught it and quickly put it under his cloak.
"Hmph, that wasn't tough at all." He said to himself. "Well, at least I have more men waiting to be killed."
He walked outside, but was surprised to find that everyone was dead. It was like an ocean of blood. There wasn't a single thing alive. He looked to the right to find the army barracks burned to the ground. He kept looking around to see if there was any sign of life. But he already knew what the answer to that was. The answer was no. But suddenly he had a feeling that someone was close by him. He looked up and there was something jumping from the roof towards him. It landed about two feet in front of him. He was surprised to find that it was a man. But not a normal man. He was like him. He was a devil. But not a pure devil like he was.
"Who are you?" He asked the man.
"The real question is what I'm going to do next, not who I am." The man said.
The man suddenly pulled out a scimitar out of his belt buckle and swung it at him. He was able to dodge it pretty easily but he could tell this was no normal man now. He was way to fast to be human. The man swung at him again, but this time he caught the blade in between his hands.
"Tell me who you are, or I will kill you right now." He said.
"My name is Gnesu." Gnesu said. "I've heard of you before, but I don't know your name."
"My name is Harry." Harry said. "What are you doing here?"
"Is that any way to treat someone you just met?" A voice said behind Harry.
Harry whipped around quickly to find someone that he finally recognized.
"Fsegin Uzaru." Harry said.
"So you do remember. I didn't expect you to. I'm sure you remember him." He said pointing beside Harry.
Harry turned to the side to find a man right next to him staring him in the eye.
"Kephri Talzayou." Harry said. "What are you all doing here together?"
"Ohhhh, we're just here for a reunion. But don't forget the others." He said laughing slightly.
Harry looked around. There were about four other people. Harry, although he already knew, noticed that Fsegin, Kephri, and the other four people, which he also knew, were not like Gnesu. They were pure blooded demons like Harry.
"I know you're all here for more than just a reunion." Harry said.
One of the last four, a blonde haired girl, with hazel brown eyes, laughed.
"You are smarter than you look Harry." She said.
"Ahhhh, Sarus, I see you still have your good sense of humor." Harry said.
"Yes, well Harry, stuff like that doesn't just leave you suddenly." Sarus said.
Harry knew exactly what she was talking about. Something had happened in his past with Sarus that he would rather forget.
"And of course, Henaf, Mlasm, and Pristan. Right when I saw Fsegin, I knew you three would be here. You three are always tagging along with him." Harry said laughing.
"At least you got one thing right." Sarus said laughing slightly.
The three Harry were talking too glared at him angrily. Harry had never liked that three.
"Well, if you don't mind, I will be leaving now." Harry said. He started to walk down the road but Fsegin said something.
"Well, I do mind. You see, we're not quite done with you yet." He said.
"What do you mean?" Harry said looking around at everyone. His eyes met with Sarus's. She immediately looked away.
"You see, ever since you left, we didn't have the best of feelings for you." Fsegin said. "That's why we set this trap for you. To take away the thing that is probably the most precious to you. We're going to take the things that give you your power."
Harry knew what they were talking about. They were, of course, talking about his fangs, wings, and horns. He again, looked back at Sarus in shock. She was still looking at her feet. He looked back at Fsegin.
"Well than, you know of course that I will not come quietly." Harry said in a serious tone.
"Yes, I was expecting that." He said. The second he said that, six people flew at him in unison. Two of them quickly pulled out knives, and threw them at him. He dodged them pretty easily, but than the other four pulled out swords and swung furiously at him. Harry quickly pulled out his double swords, and started blocking all of the hits. He was doing very well, seeing as how he was facing seven people by himself. But he could tell that they were toying with him. Another knife flew right past his face. When it passed, he watched it fly the other way, and saw that Sarus was not attacking. He could tell by the look on Fsegin face, that he was furious about this.
Harry was still blocking the people who were using the swords, but the knives were getting closer and closer every time someone threw one. And then suddenly, he felt a knife connect with the side of his stomach. He immediately fell to the ground. And lucky that he was in mid-air when he got hit, a sword narrowly missed his head when he fell. He did not cry or scream, but he definitely didn't like it. He had never felt this kind of pain before. The closest anyone had ever got to hitting him was a small cut on the arm. But he never felt like this.
"Well, I would like to finish this right now, but we will have to bring you back to the lab to get your fangs, horns, and wings." Fsegin said. "You two grab him and let's get out of this miserable little town." He pointed at Henaf and Mlasm.
The two obeyed like the lap dogs they were, picked Harry up and started to fly off. The others immediately followed in suit. Even though they were carrying Harry, Henaf and Mlasm were flying at a really good speed. After about twenty-fire minutes of flying, they finally reached a large, worn down building. It had already turned dark when they reached there. Mlasm and Henaf walked inside of the building, still carrying Harry, and dropped on a torn up couch. Harry was starting to feel the effects of losing a lot of blood. He was starting to feel nauseous and dizzy. He felt like his insides were about to explode into a thousand pieces. The others came into the room and sat in the other chairs and couches that were in the room.
"How do you feel?" Fsegin asked laughing. "The pain is really starting to kick in, isn't it? You're starting to feel nauseous. Like your insides will explode any second."
"Yeah, well, I'm sure you've felt this plenty of times." Harry said. "Especially after what I did to you."
That immediately wiped the smirk off of Fsegin's face. The smirk turned to anger.
"That was always your biggest weakness." Harry said. "You could never control your emotions."
Harry looked around at the familiar looking house. He, although not being here for half a year, knew this house very well. He used to live here. He, actually, used to be the leader of this group.
"I have to say, it isn't that bad being here." Harry said. "But I know it won't be in a few hours."
"Ohhhh, I'll make sure of that." Fsegin said angrily.
Harry took another look around the house and saw that Sarus wasn't here. It seemed that the rest of them seemed to have noticed this as well. And they didn't seem too happy about it.
"Kephri, I want you and Pristan to go look for Sarus." Fsegin said.
The two of them immediately left.
"I see you have taken over as leader." Harry said.
"Of course I did." He said. "What, did you think Sarus or Kephri was going to?"
"No, but I thought I did enough damage to you so that you wouldn't become the leader." Harry said.
"Yes, well, I'm tougher than you think." Fsegin said.
"I highly doubt it." Harry said laughing. But he suddenly felt a very bad pain where he was stabbed. He had lost way too much blood and he knew it. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
The door opened. Kephri and Pristan walked in, followed by Sarus. She didn't look good. She looked as though she was in grief by something.
"And where were you?" Fsegin asked curiously.
"I was collecting my thoughts." She said sternly.
Fsegin looked from her to Kephri.
"I don't know." He said in a low, scratchy voice. "She was flying here when we found her."
But Harry knew exactly where she went. It was the same excuse she said every time she went there. But, of course, he didn't say anything.
"Well, I've had enough fun for one night." Fsegin said. He left the room, followed by the rest of the men. But came back into the room. "Sarus patch him up a bit and tie him up in the basement."
She looked sort of frustrated by this. But she listened to him. She grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him to the medic room. She pushed him onto the chair that was used for the patients. She opened a cabinet on the other side of the room. She was pulling out some patches, a bottle, and a needle and thread. But was suddenly grabbed from behind. The arms wrapped around her neck, but didn't squeeze. They were threatening to do so.
"I might be injured, but that doesn't mean you should let your guard down." Harry said. "I thought I taught you better than that."
"Well, you did teach me different maneuvers to get around something like this." She said. Not even a second after she said that, she slipped from his grasp, and put him in the same move he had her in.
"You also taught me to expose your enemy's weakness." She said. And in doing so, she stuck two fingers into the wound in Harry's stomach. Harry immediately went to his knees. "Now sit back down on the chair, or I'll give you something to really writhe in pain."
Harry went back and sat in the chair obediently. He knew he lost too much blood to try to escape. She walked over to him with the bottle. She dabbed it onto a cotton ball and rubbed it on the wound. It stung the wound like fire. Harry growled in anger. She than walked back over, got the needle and thread, and started sewing the up the skin.
"Well, the knife didn't puncture in organs. And after I sew it all the way, you won't lose anymore blood." She said. "But you won't be able to fight to your full strength, so don't even think about escaping."
She continued sewing the wound, making sure she closed it up all the way.
"Why are you so angry with me?" Harry asked curiously.
"What do you mean why?" She asked. "I thought that would have been clear."
"Look, I didn't want to leave." Harry said. "But I had no choice."
"Had no choice my ass." She said angrily. "Do you know what it's like to have someone you love, just suddenly leave?"
In saying that, she pricked Harry a couple of times with the needle.
"No, I don't know." Harry said. "And I know that it probably didn't feel too good, but you still don't understand. I didn't leave to hurt you."
"I don't want to hear it." She said. And with that she finished sewing the skin, put a patch on it, and dragged him down to the basement. She tied him up to a old wooden chair and left him there without saying another word.
Harry didn't sleep at all the whole night. Because he knew what was going to happen the next morning. He was trying to figure out a way to escape, but he was in a basement that was windowless, with only one way out. And he wasn't strong enough at that time to bust through it. And even if he was, he would never be able to get past the seven other people in the house. He knew they would not show him mercy, even though he used to be their leader.