Here we are again...
CH. 9
Fury dismounted and walked past the Maker, not even bothering to look at him again. The task was so simple; it reminded her of the work she did for the Charred Council. Only they never gave her or her brothers anything in return. They only took…
Looking around where she stood, she sighed and frowned slightly. Finding a small stone in a place like this might take more time that she thought.
Strife ran, turned a corner, broke down the door and looked inside. Nobody again. Clicking his tongue, he made his way down the hall, racing past many of the doors. He couldn't search all of these. But he had to find the others.
Turning another corner, he almost hit a wall, but stopped right before it. A dead end. Punching the wall, he let out his frustration, but the stone he hit moved inward slightly, as a hidden door opened.
Death looked around the arena. It was huge, and he didn't know where they even were. He hadn't heard that such a place could even be. But there was a pressure here, one that made his chest feel tight. This was his battle ground. Now all he had to do was wait for his opponent. He thought the place might be outside, but there was a roof above him made of stone.
Death had a few questions, but kept quiet, foe he had to keep concentrated. Tynan motioned for him to go down the stairs, to which he obliged.
War gently picked up the siblings and moved them away from the blood. The female didn't have to go through that, as he already felt pity for her. As for the brother… the sister would need someone by her side…
Leaning them on a wall, he picked up his weapon and swung it to his back. Glancing around the room one last time, he walked to the door and opened it, before walking out and closing it once again.
Starting to walk, the Black rider felt a strong presence calling for her. Turning to the left, she saw door, chained and some runes written above it. It read: Do not trespass!
Looking it up and down, he took out her whip and slashed at the chains. They broke easily and feel to the ground. Putting away her weapon, she pushed the door open and saw a dark corridor leading to another door.
Looking around the room, the White rider saw many bookshelves, a table with scrolls and open books scattered on it. There were maps hung on the walls, showing each realm. Above him was a chandelier made of green crystals that seemed to emit the only source of light.
Walking to the table, he picked up a scroll and read it over. They were all notes, some dated back years, while others only days. And each one seemed to talk about another topic. His eyes grew wide when he read: Test subjects
The Pale rider looked over the whole arena, seeing everything he could. A remarkable place, but something bothered him. It was the circle on the ground, glowing red, with runes written that he had never seen before. Somehow, it didn't feel right…
But he quickly shook it off. He had to stay focused. If things were to go right, he couldn't allow slip ups. But he soon found out something already happened, when a male ran in, panting and looking apologetically.
The Red rider kept his guard up at all times, ready to fight anyone that he might come across. Making sure the hall was clear, he moved forward and, unknowingly, was making his way to large stone stairs that lead to a study room.
Carefully, he walked up, hand on the hilt of his weapon. When he found no one was here, he was about to leave, when a blue light caught his attention. Walking over to a round door, he knew this was a portal.
Walking towards the door, the whip user kept her guard up. There was hardly any light, only a few torches so she moved slowly to make sure she didn't hit anything. Arriving before the door, she checked it and saw more runes written above the door.
It was a riddle, one that read: 'At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen'
Reading it again, she smiled and said: "The stars." At that, the door opened and another dark corridor leads to another door.
"This can't be real…" the gunner breathed, gulped and took the scroll with him. Looking around the room, he tried to find something else he might use. Since most of it were notes, he decided nothing else would be useful and returned to the hidden door and left, with it closing behind him.
Looking both ways, he wasn't sure where to go, but started walking to the left, and then started running slightly until he reached another door.
Looking up at the three, the scythe user knew that was Victor. The chimera started talking, but he couldn't hear anything. The master's expression made him assume something bad happened however, as Tynan was shaking and glaring at the male.
"Is there a problem?" he called from bellow and made the three look at him, the Demon trying very hard to hide his anger.
The great-sword swinger saw Vengeance waiting before a stone door and a Maker next to it, trying to act as if nothing happened. Narrowing his eyes, he took a step forward and entered the portal. When he arrived, it made the Maker almost scream before he gulped.
"Was my sister here?" was all he asked.
When the bald nodded, he walked past him and the horse, opened the door and walked in, before trying to find where she went.
This door was bigger than the last, but had another riddle written above it. Frowning Fury read it: 'The more you have it, the less you see it.'
Sighing in frustration she narrowed her eyes and read it again. Strife and Death are usually good at this.
Clicking her tongue, she answered: "Freedom?" When nothing happened, she wasn't sure what to do, until cracking was heard and a stone sword was swung at her.
Jumping back, she focused in the dark and saw a stone statue that has come to life attack her. "I guess I just have to destroy this," she muttered and unleashed her whip.
Death saw the Demon grip the fence on the balcony and thought he'd break it. Looking him in the face, he waited for the answer.
"There… seems to be a slight situation," he said through gritted teeth.
"What situation?"
"The one you are to fight… he escaped."
"Wonderful…" he said under his breath and turned to the red circle.
"Fear not. We shall find him," the master assured just as a door opened bellow and a figure walked in.
Looking the door up and down, Strife found a small crystal on the stone door. Pressing it, the door slowly opened and revealed an armory room. There were all sorts of weapons, with the exception of guns, whips and cannons. He opened his helmet and blinked.
"This place is ancient…" he whispered as he moved past a few rusted swords. He also saw that they were made by all kind of races. Elves, Makers, Demons, Angels…
"What do we have here?" he titled his head and walked towards a wooden door and opened it, and found himself in a large place.
War would have walked past the door, if he hadn't heard grunts of fighting. Narrowing his eyes and putting a hand on the hilt of Chaoseater, he moved into the darkness until he reached another door, this one also open.
Waiting in front of it for a few second, he heard what one could describe as stone crumbling before dashing into the corridor.
"Fury!" he yelled when he saw the fire whip and the Horsewoman.
"War? What are you doing here? How did you get free?" she was stunned and blinked a few times to make sure it was him.
The second he stepped further in, the wooden door closed with a bang. Looking around, he saw a figure standing there, looking straight at him.
"Death?" he yelled and started walking.
"Strife?" the Pale rider was shocked.
"Well, looks like he is here!" Tynan laughed as the red circle started glowing brighter.
Wee... And yes, there will be two fights soon. If you feel like it, you can say which you want first: arena or foundry