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All I could feel was that intense searing pain.
So this was how it ends.
Watched by my trapped brothers, and writhing on the ground.
It had gone so well.
I walked through the door, completely prepared to die. My brothers called out for me to leave. However, leave I did not. He spoke those fated words of warning, and then, shocked silenced swooped down upon the room, silencing us in its quiet recesses.
"You remember our deal?" inquired the shadowy figure as he lunged against a marble smooth pillar, watching me, completely unperturbed by the hostility rolling off me in great waves of hatred and loathing.
"Yes, yes I do," I spoke these words in crystal clarity with great conviction, cutting through the stunned silence deftly. "I remembered them completely. And I believe that once I fulfill my half of the bargain, that you are obligated to cover your own half or face the," I paused, rephrasing and choosing the words carefully, "most dire consequences."
"So absolutely true." He glanced at his fingertips as he held them to the meager light, as though examining them for the work that lay ahead. "But you must know," a cruel smile illuminated his features for a few seconds with maniac joy, "I really do despise the element of water and everything that stands with it. I have no quarrel with any other power really." He stood and started towards me at a slow leisurely pace, "Just water."
"Gali, how could you betray us for this, this, this thing?!" Tahu bellowed, looking flustered as he spoke from his position against the far wall. "I wouldn't have expected this from you!"
Kopaka's reaction however, was the polar opposite of Tahu's. His face had gained an enlightened understanding, one filled with the anticipated horror of what he knew he was soon going to be witness to.
The murderer sauntered forwards to kill me with a friendly smile on his face. Suddenly he chuckled, seemingly seized by a fancy invisible to all but himself, but soon, all became horribly clear with his following words.
"Hmm, perhaps as a jest…no," he pondered his thoughts theatrically, seemingly enjoying our suspense, "But it's so good! Maybe…hmm," it was maddening, watching him torture my soul with heart-bursting anticipation as he tapped his mask daintily with a forefinger dramatically, a sole performer on stage in front of his spell bound audience, "Oh yes, yes, yes, I think that would be splendid."
He beamed all around at us, obviously pleased with his self-proclaimed brilliance. "You see, I think it be rather dull and boring for your dear friends here," he gestured to the wide wall with a graceful sweeping gesture, "To watch your untimely demise with nothing to do. It will prove quite interesting if I say, let them down just as I do my ingenious deed. Just for the sole purpose of watching them run to your aid, and then, when they realize there is simply nothing they can do to save your wretched life, to watch them come at me with inane battle cries and violent killer intents. Yes, I believe it would be quite splendidly interesting indeed!" He nodded sagely, as though his cruelty were the advice of a wise oracle.
I stared at him, transfixed by horror. "No…." I whispered, "You can't do that, our agreement clearly stated that-"
That after I hurt you in the most, interesting way, let's say that shall we, so after I hurt you in the most interesting way possible that I must let your friends down, and allow them to leave. Please direct your small attention span to the after part if you will. I never said anything about you having to die before I did it." He wagged a finger at me, smirking all the while, so very full of himself. "Such a small attention span!" he shook his head cheerfully.
I grimaced; this was not how it should end. I had planned it just so, agonizing over every detail to end it in success, so that they would leave me without regrets, without remorse, so that they would leave without picking a fight they would lose. I realized then with mind numbing dread and pain, that despite my best efforts at securing their lives, it was all for naught.
So, as he ran at me with long, spidery thin daggers glinting in the dim cave light, and a cruel smile secured to his face by the arrogant confidence that he had won his "game", I knew I had run out of options.
A searing pain as seemingly thousands of daggers hit me straight on, mind numbing, screaming nerves the held my conscience in reserve, the sensation of the room collapsing around onto me, and hearing the screams fill the air with their unearthly sound were all I heard as I slipped and slid down the spiraling tunnel and into welcome unconsciousness.
Phew! Finally done:) Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and so far I'm staying true to my promise of one update a week!
Hehe, the villain was so much fun to create….that sounds nuts, let me revise that. The villain was hilarious to create; he was all like, I am a dainty little gentleman, now I shall MURDER you! Okay…that still doesn't sound right…never mind.