Gusion looked down in shock at his chest, in which five stingers had sank. Chunks of flesh dropped from the gaping hole in his chest and blood began to flow.
And then the pain set in.
Gusion let out an agonised howl that morphed into a scream as a bonfire erupted inside his chest. His head began to spin as his vision went blurry. His legs gave way and buckled.
The Shadowbringer pounced upon him and knocked him flat on the ground.
"Scream, my prey," it spoke, and laughed menacingly, a guttural sound that made Gusion's eardrums curl up and want to die.
Gusion felt for his dagger, which had slipped out of his grasp when he fell.
"Any last words?" the creature asked as it smiled, exposing two rows of sharp teeth.
Gusion grasped his dagger firmly in his hand.
"Silence? ARGH!" the Shadowbringer screamed as Gusion plunged his blade into its left shoulder. Gusion shoved it aside as he unsteadily rose to his feet, adopting a combat stance.
The Shadowbringer snarled and lept. Gusion sidestepped as the creature changed course in midair, only to receive a solid punch to the face. It shook its head and Gusion gave it a heavy kick, sending it flying down the stairs.
It looked up, snarled, and ran off.
The adrenalin wore off and Gusion slumped against the wall. Darkness nibbled at his vision.
Don't pass out, he reminded himself as he shook his head in an attempt to keep himself awake.
He staggered into the bathroom and let the water flow from the tap. Cupping some water in his hands, he splashed it on his face and shook his head. He looked up in the mirror and his eyes widened as he saw a person heading for him.
An orange shone from his chest and he had silver hair. He had heterochromia, one eye fully orange and the other different.
Only one thought formulated in Gusion's head. Dyrroth, he realised, as the Prince of the Abyss slammed Gusion's head into the mirror, and into the sink.
Gusion slumped again against the corridor wall as Dyrroth walked out of the bathroom. A sadistic grin shone on his face and he picked Gusion up by his shirt and threw him down the stairs. Groaning, Gusion tried to stand up but failed. Dyrroth snaked his hand around Gusion's neck and brought on the choke. Gusion convulsed, eyes wide, and he struggled to breath.
"How does it feel, Holy Blade?" Dyrroth whispered into his ear in a mocking tone, as Gusion desperately clawed at Dyrroth's tight grip.
Just as Gusion's lungs felt ready to burst, Dyrroth released him and Gusion collapsed, sucking in great lungfuls of air. Dyrroth grabbed him by the neck and hurled Gusion through a door, labeled "Rifle Room".
Gusion snatched a rifle from a nearby shelf and blindly fired at the doorway. He stood up, supporting himself on the rifle.
While Gusion's shot had not struck its mark, it enraged Dyrroth greatly. Dyrroth thundered through, knuckle dusters in hand, and snapped Gusion's head back with a strong punch to the forehead. He then kicked the rifle out from under Gusion's grip, sending Gusion staggering back but somehow remaining upright.
Dyrroth held the rifle pointed at Gusion, finger on the trigger.
Gusion swayed on his feet unsteadily.
A smile slowly formed on Dyrroth's face. He raised the barrel and fired above Gusion's head. Gusion turned around to see that Dyrroth had shot the taut wire that held the overloaded shelf behind him upright.
Gusion's eyes widened as the shelf toppled on him.
So now you know the villain.
It gets kinda unrealistic, but hey, no problem with that, is there?
Lesley makes an appearance in the next chapter, and please rate and review. Haven't got a single one yet.
