A World Deep in Disorder

Chapter Forty: Eight, Seventh, Sixth

Yeah, I was really busy today, so I can only squeeze in one chapter. Tomorrow and Wednesday I plan of going crazy with chapters, though. By the way, there was a typo last chapter. It said that the ninth was hunting him. He wasn't obviously, but you'll see who is…

DISCLAIMER: Refer to Chapter Nine's Disclaimer.

Last time: The ninth died. Easily. Too easily. Hopefully, the others will be a bit more of a challenge…

Harris Saga Chapter V:

Harris was now on his way to the desert, to pick up the scroll of Averis. Of course, it can't be that simple, can it? I think not.

Harris now had to walk to the desert. Going all over the place was a bit tiresome. To the south, then to an island in the ocean, and now back to the starting point… his old home in the desert. After a week of walking, and occasionally running into silver rogues, Harris made it to the great eastern desert… rumored to be the harshest of the four compass directions of the continent, and said to swallow men's very souls within the raging sandstorms… though Harris had lived here years ago… it was different, now… it lived up to the rumors.

Thankfully, Harris had his mask to shield his face from the sandstorms. Other than that, he still had trouble trudging his way forward, as the deep sands greatly hindered his movement. He had also received info that the eighth of the thirteen lived around here… and he planned on giving him a visit.

Sure enough, he soon found it. The small hut amongst the desert's storm… the one that housed the eighth of the unlucky thirteenth. That was Harris's destination. He stepped inside, and saw yet another cloaked figure (as you should've guessed, it's a common trait among the unlucky thirteen).

"I've been waiting…" The figure said, as the doors closed behind Harris. "What… you have…?" Harris asked. The figure nodded. "My friend warned me… you know he's been following you for quite some time, now? We've determined that you may be a bit strong to take on by ourselves… so we're going to take you on… together." The eight said. Suddenly, a figure that'd previously been hiding appeared from the shadows. "Greetings, I'm Arde, the seventh." The figure said. "…And I'm Led, the eight." The first figure said.

Harris clenched his teeth. He was a bit nervous… after all; he wanted a one-on-one… he didn't bargain for a two-on-one. Apparently, they were getting smart. Led and Arde chuckled, and transformed into different forms.

Led transformed into a Samus form, while Arde transformed into a Marth form. Harris transformed into his Mario form, and the battle began. Led shot a huge blast at Harris, while Arde simply rushed him. Harris was dodging slash after slash from Arde, and when he finally got an opening, and was about to make a solid punch in, the huge energy shot hit him, and sent him flying backwards. "Fool! You cannot win!" Led exclaimed. "Especially not if this is a two-on-one. Even if you were to win, the sixth and the second will come after you!" Arde added in. Harris's thoughts were interrupted. The second… Aivos… just who he wanted.

"Yes… the second is the most powerful next to Biyan… who is busy at the moment, but the second will do. The sixth, however, is another story." Led explained. This made Harris curious. After all, shouldn't the sixth be just the next step up from the seventh? "Go on…" Harris stated.

"The sixth chose the number, himself. He is… a special member of the thirteen… he has a tendency to come and go from the shadows, killing all who oppose the thirteen when the time is right… from the shadows. The actual level of his power is unknown… not like Kirth's or Ace's… but he's way up there… no doubt you're on his hit list." Arde said. "Well, whatever, let's continue." Harris said, dashing at Led with incredible speed, and punching him hard in the face. Led fell backwards, but Arde stabbed his sword through Harris at an evenly fast speed.

…Or at least he would've, but Harris did a backflip over him, and did a roundhouse kick that sent Arde flying. However, that's when Led began to use lots and lots of missiles. Harris jumped over some of the missiles, but the last one hit him dead on, sending him into the wall, and that's when Arde ran up, and slashed him across the chest with his sword, causing Harris to grunt with pain. Harris then blasted a fireball at point blank at Arde's face, sending him flying backwards, and burnt badly. Harris then rushed over to deliver the finishing blow, but Led came out of nowhere, and bashed Harris away from Arde with the thick shoulder of his suit.

It was then that Harris caught the shoulder barge in its tracks, and sent Led flying across the room. Before he could get up, Harris punched a well-aimed fist through both the visor, and Led's skull. With the eighth gone, only the seventh remained. "I'll kill you!" The Arde exclaimed, getting up, and rushing at Harris. He then went berserk with sword slashes, and Harris had a difficult time dodging them all. Arde got a few slashes in on Harris, but if anything, the damage done was minor, and Harris continued on. Eventually, he caught Arde's blade in one hand, and made a fist with the other. "What? How!" Arde asked. Harris just smirked. "Time to die, stalker." He said, throwing his fist in Arde's face. Arde however, used his other hand to block Harris's punch. Arde smirked. "Hah! Not so tough now!" He laughed. His answer was a roundhouse kick that sent him flying.

Harris approached Arde's body. He was still alive. "I'll make this quick and easy." Harris said, simply picking Arde up, and breaking his neck. Of course, after this, Arde was dead. The seventh and the eighth were no more.

"Somehow… I did it…" Harris panted, transforming back into his human form. The door behind him opened, and an unsettling layer of fog entered the room, along with a few heavy footsteps. It was almost as if the hut he was in, and the entire desert was gone now, and all that the world was, was an infinite layer of fog. He could hear the sounds of heavy plate armor, and a figure revealed itself.

It was a cloaked figure, 6'4" in height. He was pretty muscular looking. The cloak he wore was black, and had a bloody six on the front of it. A hood concealed his head, and all that was in the hood was billowing darkness… like staring into the face of death, itself…

End of Chapter

This chapter was supposed to be submitted yesterday, but I ran out of time. I'll get a lot more chapters to you all later today, so enjoy, and leave a review!

Until Next Chapter,

-Biggoron