Chapter 9: A Terrible Tragedy
"It doesn't feel the same." Valorn muttered. "I'm so used to having Bravenwolf with us."
"That is why we're rescuing him." Dromus said.
"Whaaaat?" Tributon asked. "I thought he died."
Dromus sighed and said, "You'll be surprised. All in favor in rescuing Bravenwolf?"
Three out of five raised their hands. The ones who didn't raise their hands were Tributon and Venetta, who wasn't paying attention.
"I had just..."
"Come on, Venetta."
Bravenwolf was found standing on top of a mound of rock, his back away from his friends.
"Well, that was easy." Tributon remarked.
"Oh. Hi." Bravenwolf said.
"Why so glum?" Lydendor asked.
"I don't know..."
"Okay, that means something is wrong." Valorn said.
Bravenwolf laughed, a laugh that didn't belong to him. It belonged to...
"It's Deadclops." Dromus said, scowling.
"That's right!" Deadclops said. "For I can become whoever I kill, which means..."
The Knights fell silent.
"YOUR FRIEND NO LONGER EXISTS!"
Deadclops laughed.
AN: Song time! 'Sick of it' by Skillet. Was in the mood. Plus I thought it was fitting.
If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick of it.
If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick of it!
Tributon felt useless, as he had made barely any contributions throughout their fight against the renegades.
When everything you do, don't seem to matter
You try but it's no use you're world is getting blacker
When every time you fail, has no answer
Every empty promise made, is a reminder
Tributon, fueled by rage, picked up his bow
No one can make this better
Take control it's now or never!
Tributon shot Deadclops straight in the chest.
Are you sick of it?! Raise your hands!
Tributon kept shooting Deadclops without mercy
Get rid of it, while there's a fighting chance!
Deadclops could do nothing to block Tributon's furious arrows.
Are you over it? Bored to death? Have you had enough regret?
Take a stand raise your hands!
Tributon's last arrow loged into Deadclops' body
If you're sick of it!
If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick of it!
If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick of it!
Deadclops slowly glowed then dissolved. However, the form of Bravenwolf dying left a haunting memory.
"Did... I do that?" Tributon asked.
"Dude... that was awesome!" Valorn complemented.
"Don't get your hopes up." Dromus said. "We still have to avenge Bravenwolf."