I entered the room, banging the bat against the door loudly, and I saw him turn with fright. "So," I began, lifting it over my shoulder, "how long until you continue my story?" He looked away thinking, before I kicked my foot up and placed it on his chair, between his legs. "How about now?" I suggested, waving the bat around his head.
"F-fine," he stuttered, trying to bat the bat away. I looked at his desk that was strewn with school work, drawings and stories that he had no trouble writing. A stack of papers filled his trash bin, probably from a story that had died recently.
I removed my foot and turned his chair around, and pushed him in, and made sure he wrote down the first line down before leaving, and brushed past a girl with green-hair walking in. The sentence went something like this…
Winston Charles and the Eastern Kingdoms
The guards herded us into a group, and although we were already standing somewhat in ranks of four or five, they tried to organize us further. It wasn't really a problem, and the guards tried to be as nice as possible, but obviously the gathering crowd wasn't human.
Undead swarmed to us like their plague, curious as to why there was a bunch of humans suddenly. I saw some orcs and trolls and… buffalo men, but mainly the crowd consisted of randomly armored zombies.
"Start marching," the cavalier commanded, and once again we started off. Jaeques hung back, talking to Syevere and Sydonia and syncing with the portal to take it over.
The cavalier dragged us through town, guards to either sides of us, but that didn't prevent the random undead walking around from running through the lines and taking out several of the people in line.
"Is everyone out here?" Jaeques asked, looking at Sydonia.
"That should be all of ours," she answered, both looking at the infinite seal, powered by the soul stone, that kept the portal open on the other side. Looking back at him, Sydonia asked him, "You figure a way for us to knock out the portal with all our men on this side?"
"Yep," he said, reaching into his bag a soldier brought to him. he brought out several sticks that were bound together and had a thin, highly flammable string leading out of each one, before being taped into one large thread. He pinched the end of the thread and snapped his fingers, casting an Immolation spell therefore catching the tip on fire.
"We might want to step back," Jaeques warned as he tossed the bundle of dynamite through the portal. It landed next to the crystal and the two warlocks hurried away from the portal. Within a minute, the fuse reached the sticks and a brief shockwave was felt on the undead side of the portal, before the image of the mostly empty room shimmered and faded.
"Where do you get that? I thought you were a Herb/Alch," Sydonia asked.
"My wife is Mining/Engineering worker, so I get a lot of toys to play with from her, although she usually refuses anything other than mana and health potions from me."
"She does need natural strength to keep her pride so high," Sydonia noted.
"That is true."
Cress leaned into me when one of them came our way, and I placed my arm around her protectively. Kris and Connor moved away and ducked, though the undead wasn't worried about who they got as opposed to how many. Weiß didn't even flinch even when one looked her in the eye before walking away discouraged.
With barely half the people left, we made it to the cavalier's destination: a prison. It couldn't be much worse than the partial hell we went through just walking in town. I looked in the cells as we passed and found that they were mostly empty, save for the one here and two there and others here and there. They were mostly orcs and elves, although there were other races like the orcs.
We were separated into groups of six to a cell, and my party managed to get all together in one cell. The extra person we managed to collect was the girl that had her cell phone taken from her. She scanned the group and the room collectively and sat by Connor, not interested with the rest of us. I sat down on the far wall and Cress sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, and she put her arms on mine. Weiß sat next to us, before closing her eyes and slept.
Kris looked around, but like the cell phone girl, couldn't find what she was looking for and sat down and pulled out a book. Connor pulled out his cards and started to play with the girl next to him, and she played fairly well until she brought out her phone and began texting again, though she leaned in and took her time reading the texts.
"What's wrong with your phone?" I asked her.
"I can send and receive texts, but the characters are warped," she told me, handing the phone over to me. I looked and saw that the characters were replaced with symbols that barely looked like letters. The one she showed me had the word 'Zombie' on it, but what I first saw was 'Zebra'.
I leaned over to give the phone back when the cell door opened and the cavalier walked in. The girl turned toward him without taking the cell phone, and then started toward it. "I'm in need of a volunteer, someone who doesn't mind reading a scripture," he said, looking at us.
"Why us?" Connor challenged, but the man downplayed it.
"You guys were the first, but I guess you don't want to. Have a good night, then," he said, leaving.
"Hold it," another soldier told him, walking in. He looked at the cell phone girl and grabbed her outstretched arm and pulled her out. Connor reached for her, but the soldier threw a patch of dirt on him, temporarily stopping him. I started for her, but Cress strangely pushed down, forcing me to sit still.
"See? It isn't that difficult to choose from scum," the soldier told the cavalier, leaving with the struggling girl. The cavalier looked after them, before softly shutting the door.
"I'm sorry," he said, closing it. I stared at the door for a moment, then turned back to the cell phone in my hand. It blipped to its screensaver, so I closed and put it down.
Moments later, it chimed the arrival of another text, and I opened it. The person had sent a picture file, and curious to find out what it was, opened it. It was the picture of two girls on each other. The one on bottom had long orange hair, while the girl on top had two black ponytails, one shorter than the other.
It was the picture I had sent the guys at home, the one of Cress and Weiß in the hotel. Naturally…
"What's this?" Cress asked, looking at the image.
"I don't know," I said, playing dumb. I exited out of the picture and brought out my cell phone, before I remembered that mine was out of battery. I thought of a way to fix that. I shut down the girl's cell and switched the batteries. Waiting a moment, I turned on my phone, and the welcome screen flashed on. I saw the familiar neko wall paper and after a moment, a text came in, then another, and another. Soon, my cell was vibrating and beeping so much I dropped it.
Dropped it down Cress' skirt.
Angela Rosse (Cell Phone Girl)
"Here's the scripture you are to read," the zombie said, handing me a card with the message. I barely had time to look at it as the zombie warrior pushed me out of the prison. It closed the door quickly and locked it, leaving me out in the cold.
"Umm," I muttered, looking around. The people around town were entering their houses and shutting all of their window shutters and doors. Soon, the streets were deserted, giving me an ironic ghost town feel. I walked away from the prison before reading the scriptures, finding that they might not have been from the holy book.
[The Lord has deemed me unworthy of carrying on his destiny, and has offered me as a sacrifice to the Blood Knight, the one who bathes in red. In ofference of this sacrifice, he asks the Blood Knight not to strike those offering, and the Blood Knight has not a choice to disprove. That who is-]
I felt my body skip a beat, before standing straight and buckle afterwards. I fell to my knees and felt someone catch me. I looked at them and saw that it was a girl not much older than me.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Hannah Glodinstin, the Blood Knight you mentioned, though I'm not exactly one," she told me, laying me down.
"Why can't I move?"
"Because, I cut off the rest of your body, except from about three inches down from your diaphragm up," she answered.
"Why?" I asked, feeling my thoughts slow down.
"My Lord tells me to kill stuff so I do. I severed the rest of your body because you'll bleed more and thus make more of a mess for them to clean up."
"Will you tell me where I am? I was-"
"Shh, I know what happened to you. You were taken prisoner and brought to the town of Brill in the Tirisfal Glades on the north-western tip of the Eastern Kingdoms of Azeroth," Hannah told me.
"What?" I said, confused, before my senses failed. The last image of the gravel faded until it was replaced with a black darkness. After a moment, a new, vivid image of a field of flowers and whey surrounded me, and I could move again. My skin warmed up to the feeling of spring, which was strange, as we were in mid-November and I had died in a literal ghost town of sorts.
It's spelt W-E-I-German Tsset, which could mean either White or To know (a fact).
Sorry for the extreme lateness. My excuses are in the Intro. Also in the Intro, if some people are reading some of my other stories, is Gumi, representing my lengthy Vocaloid fic that I'm taking a bit long writing an Arc-Ending to. I would blame other stuff, but that stuff has first priority anyway.
I was once told that my stories were too realistic they lack comedy. I have little intention to include comedy, if at all, since I feel that a serious fiction is needed. Seriously, for nearly the entire archive for the other two categories I write for, Vocaloid and Kämpfer, there is absolutely little serious stuff, and what is serious is usually not because of the mystery or gore, but of the near explicit sexuality I dislike.
, make another damn category for those things. I want to find something other than that crap under the M section.