"Oh my fucking God! Too fast!" I exclaimed, trying to stay upright on the train. I went on all fours, just to balance myself. The others, however, kept their balance. "God, I feel like the fucking corgi!"
The dog barked at me playfully, before running towards Ruby.
"That dog is messing with me." I said, glaring at the dog. I slowly stood up, trying to maintain my balance. The train then shook, causing me to lose balance once more. Thankfully, Blake caught me in time, and pulled me back. "Thanks." I said, now standing almost perfectly still. "How the hell do you guys maintain balance?!"
"It's actually pretty easy." Weiss said, before standing on one leg. She smirked at me, before standing back on two legs.
"Show off." I said, almost stumbling down.
Weiss scoffed, before looking down on the roof of the caboose. She opened a hatch, and looked down. "Uh, professor?"
Oobleck looked at her, and corrected her. "Doctor."
"What's that?" Weiss asked, pointing at an object inside the rail car. We went closer to take a look.
"That my dear," Oobleck knelt down, before continuing to speak. "Appears to be a-"
"-bomb." I finished, staring at the large device. I looked at them, and gestured for them to get run. "Quick, get off the caboose! I'll try to disarm the bomb!"
"That's suicide!" Oobleck exclaimed.
"We've got baddies!" Ruby said, pointing at the other side of the train. We saw a large amount of White Fang units standing on the other side of the train, with more people climbing to the top.
"Look, just go!" I said, crouching down, getting ready to jump down.
"What about you?" Weiss asked, grabbing her rapier.
I smirked behind my mask. "Don't worry," I said, jumping down the caboose. "It's what I do." I said, before focusing on the bomb. "Hm…" I walked around the bomb, looking at every angle, trying to find something that would help me defuse the bomb. Looking at the left side of the bomb, I saw a metal plate, possibly covering a control panel which I could use. Using one APSD, I unscrewed the plate off the bomb, revealing a control panel.
Alright, on the panel, there is a knob, a switch, three red lights, and six wires. I began to turn the knob counter-clockwise, and the middle light turned off. "Hm…" I began to fiddle with the wires. Three gray wires, two blue wires, and a red wire. All connected to the same panel. I looked at the red wire, and began to hold it. I hesitated, and moved to the first of the blue wires. "Ah, fuck this." I said, and pulled on the blue wire. The three lights all went out, plus the large screen on the bomb itself, making me smile.
Before I could even flick the switch to deactivate the bomb, the bomb then began to emit loud beeps, and the screen began to flash erratically. "Shit!" I said, running to the door leading to the other side of the caboose. I began to detach the caboose, before it detonated very close to the train. I entered the next train car, relieved that it was over. The premature detonation shook the train, but it still ran at a fast and steady pace.
"Alright! I'm done." I said, opening the door. I looked inside, seeing another bomb similar to the last one. "Damn it."
I went closer to the bomb, and removed the panel that covered the controls. I did the same thing as the last bomb, except that I pulled the second gray wire this time, then the second blue wire. The bomb stopped beeping, making me smile. I flicked the switch, then detached all the wires. Then suddenly, the caboose detached automatically. I ran towards the other cars, and jumped the gap. Knowing that I might never reach the other cars, I lifted my right hand, and pressed a button on my watch. I warped inside the other train car, seeing another bomb inside. "Fucking! God!" I cursed, repeating the same process.
Before the train cart got disconnected, I crossed to the next one. The train car decoupled after I had set foot on the next car. I went inside, and saw another bomb, and a man standing right beside it. He looked at me, and shouted, "So you were the one disarming the bombs!" He shouted, before charging at me. He swung his fist at me, hitting my mask.
I went blind. "Agh! Why does everyone keep going for the mask?!" I yelled, trying to regain sight. Before I could even see, he attacked again, hitting me at the stomach with brute force. I felt winded, and held my stomach. I heard him chuckle, before grabbing my cloak and throwing me at the bomb. I tripped, toppling me over. "Augh!" I grunted, before the mask regained connection.
The first thing I saw was the attacker's boot, right above my face. Before he could stomp on my head, I rolled to the left, and grabbed his feet. I pulled his feet towards me, making him fall. His head hit the bomb, causing him to get disoriented, but still conscious. He staggered at me and fought like a drunkard, swinging his fists with uncoordinated movements. Suddenly, another man fell from the roof of the car, and landed directly on top of the disorientated man. I looked up, and saw the five pass over me.
The bomb began to beep slowly. I hastily stood up, and removed the metal panel. "Shit, shit, shit!" Due to pressure, I kept making mistakes. My hands were shaking, and it felt like an eternity fiddling with that fucking bomb. The bomb slowly accelerated it's beeps, until it was one long continuous tone. I hastily cut the corresponding wires, and then flicked the switch. The bomb was deactivated, thank God. I went outside the train car, and prepared to jump.
The car already detached itself. "Damn it!" I said, looking at the gap. It was too far for me to jump, or to teleport. I decided to jump, then teleport at the last second. I took a few steps backwards, then charged towards the next car. I jumped, then prepared to teleport.
Before I could even reach my watch, I felt someone grab my waist and carry me to the next train car. We landed, just inches away from the edge. My rescuer dropped me on top of the train car, while I froze in utter shock. Wind was knocked out of my lungs once again, and left me into a coughing fit.
I got up, and coughed. I looked at my rescuer, which I instantly knew as Blake, before coughing again. "You okay?" She asked, looking at me with a caring expression.
"Yeah," I coughed one last time, before speaking to her again. "Guess I owe you one." Relieved, I took my Silencer hanging on my chest, and held it as we went in the next car.
As we landed inside the train car, we almost got knocked back by a large explosion. I fell down, while Blake just stood tall, unfazed. "Sometimes, I ask myself how the hell can you stand up in such a surface." She just shrugged and smiled. Inside, I looked around, and saw a peculiar feature of the train. "Hm, does this train seem larger on the inside than on the outside?"
"I never noticed that before." Blake answered.
Inside the train car, we saw Yang, staggering and half-conscious. "Damn it. Blake, go take care of Yang. I'll stop the damn train." She nodded, running towards Yang. I, however, continued towards the train.
I went to the next car, when I saw Weiss fighting a man wielding a chainsaw. As Weiss was going to deliver the final blow, the man suddenly grabbed her face, and slammed her on the floor of the train car.
I winced, seeing that the ground slightly cratered due to his sheer amount of strength. "Holy fucking shit." I mumbled, before noticing that the man was now glaring towards me.
"Friend or foe?" He asked, still holding Weiss and the chainsaw on his hands.
I was sweating like mad, and my hands were shaking violently. If that man had easily defeated Weiss, then I wouldn't even be a challenge to him. "F-friend?" I stuttered.
He stepped back, and threw me Weiss' body. "Prove it." I swallowed. I looked at her limp, unconscious body, and pulled out my Silencer. I pulled the slide, and aimed at her head.
"It wouldn't matter, right?" I asked myself in my thoughts, "I only knew her earlier. Of course I can kill her," I answered. I place my finger on the trigger, and stopped there. "But, the other four trusted me, it would break their damned trust, and I may never go back home." My finger then moved away, and rested on the grip. "But, if I do this, maybe the White Fang could help me. Sure, it was a long shot, but it was better than not having any chance of getting back home."
"Come on, do it already!" The man said, clearly losing patience.
I then made my decision. I raised my Silencer, and fired at the man. Apparently, he saw it coming, and covered his face with the chainsaw.
The bullets simply bounced off his weapon. I then stopped, clearly seeing that my attack was ineffective. "I'm beginning to hate this planet's weaponry." I said, grabbing the half-empty magazine and placing it back in an empty pouch. That's fifteen rounds wasted. He then charged at me, the massive chainsaw leaving a deep trail as it was dragged into the ground.
He stopped just two feet away from me, and swung his chainsaw with inhuman speed. I reacted by ducking, which made me barely avoid the blade. He then swung again, which I avoided by stepping back. I ran away from him, and took my Spectre. I extended the blade, and readied myself for the next attack.
He charged at me once more, and horizontally swung the chainsaw at me. I tried to block it by raising my own blade, but my pistol was knocked off from my hands once it made contact with the blade. I looked at the man for a few seconds, before sighing. "I really hate this planet." I said, before the man charged at me again.
I took a few steps backwards, before almost tripping on Weiss. Her rapier was still on her hands, and she was still unconscious. "Urgh… My head." She groaned. Well, somewhat unconscious.
Reacting quickly, I grabbed her sword and used it to deflect the chainsaw blade. The grip of the rapier made it easier to hold it, unlike the pistol, which I needed to hold like an actual pistol to wield. Sure, I was still thrown aback by the chainsaw, but the sword didn't fly off my hands this time.
He swung the chainsaw at me once more, hitting me on the left arm. "Aagh!" I screamed, the blade quickly digging in my arm. Blood sprayed across the walls of the train car, much to the White Fang soldier's amusement. Ignoring the pain, I used his opening to jab the rapier at him. Well, his Aura, or whatever it's called, stopped the blade from completely penetrating him. The tip of the rapier only poked him. Using his brute strength, he lifted me off my feet and using his chainsaw, launched me to the other side of the train car.
My back slammed on the wall, knocking me out of breath. I slid down to the floor, grasping my almost amputated left arm. My armor never stopped the chainsaw blade; had the man strike me a little more to the top, my shoulder plating would've absorbed the blow, and possibly sparing half of my arm. The man went closer to me, once again dragging his chainsaw on the floor. I looked up, and stared at his mask. I could see that damn smirk from behind that mask.
"Game over." He said, before swinging the chainsaw toward me.
I looked away, before experiencing a sharp pain on my left shoulder. "Aagh!" I screamed, the blade ripping through my shoulder blade. It was then that the chainsaw blade was forcibly removed from my shoulder, bringing a few clumps of flesh with it.
I looked at my rescuer. Well, rescuers. Yang held the chainsaw while Blake attacked the man. I forced myself to stand up, and leant on the wall. I looked at my wounds, which were bleeding like hell. Stung like hell, too. I checked my backpack for another syringe. I placed my backpack on the floor, and looked for the small syringes. Damn it, only two left.
I took one, removed the cap, and injected it on my injured shoulder. I hope that chainsaw didn't cut through the bone, or my arm would be a lost cause. After the injection, the bleeding reduced almost instantaneously. Not completely stopped, just reduced. Still can't move my arm, though. I searched for a bandage, but no luck.
I sighed and used my other cloak…
"MY GODDAMNED CLOAK!" I yelled, then looked at the White Fang soldier with unadulterated rage. I was wearing my damned cloak when that asshole attacked me! Using my knife, I ripped a long fabric from my old cloak (which was a hard task to accomplish, given my broken arm), and wrapped it around my arm, covering my wounds. I then focused on the White Fang grunt.
Walking towards the grunt, which was struggling to even stand up due to the two girls' attacks, I held my knife tightly, on my right hand, of course. I saw Yang hit him with one last blow, before he was brought down to the ground.
"Hey, Bismuth! You need to lie down, your arm needs to heal!" Blake said, noticing me as I passed by her.
Ignoring her, I continued my way towards the grunt. Yang, seeing that I was out of reason, started to back away, giving way between me and the defeated man. The chainsaw man laughed the second he saw me. "You were no match for me, yet I was defeated by two girls," He said, chuckling quietly before he continued, "You are a weakling."
That finally pushed me to the limit.
His Aura depleted, my knife easily dug deep on his arm. He hissed, as my knife slowly cut a deep hole on his left arm. I twisted the knife, and began to slowly cut the arm off. Inch by inch, he screamed. He was too weak to stop me. "Ever heard of the saying, 'An eye for an eye,' bitch?" I said in spite. With one last swipe, the arm went clean off, making him yelp in pain. I pulled off his mask, expecting him to show signs of pain and suffering.
He displayed none.
This further enraged me. Tightly holding my knife, I began to stab the knife deeply into his right arm. Using all of my strength, I dragged the knife downwards, leading to his hand. He bled, obviously, and hissed in pain. I removed the knife once more, and jabbed his left upper thigh. He screamed in pain, looking at the knife as it dug into his flesh. Muscles were ripped, tendons snapped, and the bone became visible.
I heard Blake gasp behind me, and Yang repeatedly yelled at me, telling me to stop.
"Stay out of this!" I said to the two girls behind me, before performing the same procedure that I did on both of his arms; dragging the knife toward his knee. I quickly removed the knife from his leg, causing him to yelp. I did the same to his right leg, albeit more quickly. His legs and arms were literally cut in half, and he was bleeding like hell.
I removed the knife, and pointed it at his neck. "And your life, for my goddamned cloak."
He spat at me, while smiling forcibly, trying to hide his pained expression. "Do your worst, bastard." I swung my fist at his cheek, making him flinch in pain.
I then jabbed the knife at his stomach. He winced, with a few trickles of blood slowly coming from his mouth. I removed the knife, and jabbed it again on his stomach.
And again.
And again.
Yang and Blake finally had enough, and grabbed my arms. Sure, their grip on my left arm hurt like a bitch, but the pain was worth it, after seeing the almost dead person in front of me.
"That's enough!" Yang said, pulling on my left arm.
"They may be criminals, but they don't deserve to die!" Blake said, pulling on my right.
The grunt, barely clinging to life, laughed weakly. I pulled my right arm out of Blake's grasp, and jabbed the knife at his neck.
He took his last breath, resulting in a mass of gurgles and coughs, before dying in a quick death. Blood slowly flowed from his mouth, making the two girls gasp. I took my knife out of his neck, and wiped the blood on his clothing. "Vita donum est, solum datum est illis qui sunt digni." I quoted, before placing the knife back to it's sheath. "There is no such thing as someone deserving life itself."
I then let them drag me to the wall, my vision blurred and my hearing suddenly muffled from the sudden loss of adrenaline. I saw Yang shout a few words at Blake, before she went to the last car of the train. Yang, however, stayed and watched over me.
"Yang." I spoke softly, getting her attention. "Could you please get my weapon?" I asked, weakly pointing at the pistol, resting at the other side of the car. She nodded, and went to the pistol. She grabbed the pistol, as well as Weiss. She dragged her just beside me, and then gave me my pistol. But not before checking it out herself.
"How do you fight with this?" She asked, aiming down the sights.
"Well, usually, when I want to kill someone, I point the pistol at them and shoot, obviously." I said, rolling my eyes.
"How do you...use the blade?" She asked, looking at the white pistol at every angle.
"See the attachment located underneath the pistol?" I asked, causing her to nod. "You should see a knob. Turn it clock-wise."
She turned the knob, making the blade suddenly shoot out from the pistol, making her jump and almost drop the weapon by surprise. "How can you fit this entire thing inside here?" She asked.
I chuckled. "That's what I ask my fiancée every time we go to bed." I said, before coughing. "I don't really know, I use the weapons, not make them."
She then retracted the blade back, and handed me the pistol.
"Damn, your arm." She said, kneeling down in front of me, checking my injured arm. "Does it hurt?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe not, I guess." I said with sarcasm. "Of course it fucking hurts!" I placed the pistol back to it's holster, and went limp on the wall. I exhaled, before cursing my situation. "I hate this damned planet." I spoke, causing Yang to look at me.
"Woah, don't say that. Remnant's a nice place; you just got to a bad start, that's all." She said, lightly punching my right arm.
We went silent once more.
"What would you do, when you would lose one of your arms?" I asked.
"Well," She said, before sitting down. "it wouldn't even faze me. I would take it like a man...woman." She said, smiling brightly at me.
I snorted, before saying, "No you won't."
She chuckled. "Well, if someone was going to take my arm, I'd like to see them try," She said, showing off her gauntlets.
"Mark my words," I said, lightly jabbing her shoulder. "Someone will, and I will personally be there to see them try." We glared at each other intimidatingly, trying to scare the other one.
Another tense moment of silence passed, before we broke into fits of laughter.
Afterwards, I then sighed, before leaning on the wall. "What's wrong?" Yang asked.
"Well," I looked away from her, and stared at the wall. "I shouldn't even be talking to you at the first place."
Yang was clearly confused, and asked, "Why not?"
"The Hexagon forbids us to," I spoke, monotonously. I looked at her, clearly she was waiting for an explanation. I sighed, and continued, "Nothing is a coincidence. Apparently, no event is particularly a coincidence. Everything was planned from the start.
The events that had transpired today, from the moment that Ruby fell in this shit hole, to the part where you and Weiss lost, it was and still is pre-planned from the start. No one knew who wrote the script, or why.
Some say that it was for the greater being's entertainment, some say that this is just a simulation; a game. What we do know, is that, deviating from the planned course is easy; me having transported to this place and meeting you, is an example, but time will and always will find a way to restore the events back to what they were supposed to do.
So, if I hadn't met you people, the bombs would go off, and you and Weiss would probably be dead...I think. Lastly, Blake would go to the front of the train to try and stop it.
But, even though the bombs were disabled, you're still moving, and Weiss is still...probably alive...more or less, Blake still went to the train engine to face whoever is on there, like she should be.
But...
What would happen if I hadn't defused those bombs? Would you guys still be alive? Would Ruby even fall in the hole in the first place? Would Blake even know that you and Weiss lost? Would all of this even happen?
No one knows, the moment already passed. That is why, I tried so hard, and failed miserably, to hide myself from you. But after you already saw me, there was no turning back.
But...what would happen if I had used my watch earlier? Would I successfully avoid you? If I did, then what would happen, still? My presence in this world is still enough to alter history."
I sighed, and grasped my wounded arm. "I am but a vagabond. A virus in this universe. I was not meant to exist in this place." I paused, before continuing, "But why doubt my existence, when I'm already here? Like a philosopher once said, 'Cogito ergo sum.'"
"And that means?" Yang asked, raising a brow.
"I think, therefore I am." I translated.
"I...still have no idea what it means. But, the other things that you said to me are a lot to take in, actually." Yang spoke, staring at the floor. "I...I have a question."
"Hm?"
"While we were fighting the White Fang lieutenant...why'd you do it?" She asked.
"Do what?" I asked back.
"You know...kill him?" Yang spoke, her face showing disgust.
"You...don't kill others?" I asked, clearly surprised.
"What- no!" Yang shouted. "Knocking him out is usually enough...until you murdered him."
"I was pretty sure that you were killers." I said, before continuing, "Why wouldn't you kill your enemies?"
"Why should we?" Yang asked.
"Well-" The train car then shook. It seems that an explosion happened directly on top of us.
Weiss slowly stirred awake, and Yang immediately went to her. I, however, stood up, and unbeknownst to Yang, went further to the front of the train. While limping to the next car, I muttered the answer to myself, "Because people are supposed to die. We are the cancer in our planets, spreading like wildfire and destroying everything in our path.Death is the only thing holding us back from completely destroying our planet."
I opened the door, and saw Blake standing on top of a man with a black bowler hat. "Blake, who is that, your boyfriend?" I groaned, and went to Blake.
"I'll go stop the train. Don't let anyone through that door!" I said, making her nod in agreement.
I went in the train, and saw one last man standing behind the controls. "Huh?" He turned around, and looked at me. "Could've sworn Torchwick bought us enough time...no matter. Let's dance!" He said, running towards me, before delivering a high kick. I ducked, barely avoiding his foot.
I then saw that I was losing time; the train was a couple hundred yards away from a stone wall. Before he could recover to make another move, I charged at him, tackling him towards the controls. I grunted and hissed as my left arm got even more punished from my own attack. I pushed him off me, throwing him towards the controls of the train.
I immediately went to the brakes, and tried to pull it. I grunted and wheezed, trying to even budge that damned lever. "Not so easy with one hand, huh?" I heard him speak from behind me. He then kicked me, making me trip on the lever.
"Agh, fuck!" I exclaimed, due to me landing on my left arm. He smiled, and went closer to me. Thinking quickly, I pulled out my pistol and aimed directly at his face.
"Wha-?" I lowered my gun, and shot him where it really hurt. Right at the balls, dead center. "Aaah!" He cried out, holding his balls in between his hands. He backed away, then fell down on the floor. "What the hell?! That's not fucking fair!"
I chuckled, and immediately focused on the brakes. I tried again, now letting my body weight do all the power. I grunted, now having more success on pulling that lever. With one last pull, the brakes were deployed, and the train began to quickly lose speed. I was almost thrown back by the sudden force, before I quickly regained balance.
The wall was still coming in fast, though.
I then heard the door open behind me. I turned around, and saw Blake unconscious. The man was carrying her, looking at me furiously as he threw her to the floor. "You...you idiot! This took months of planning!" Already annoyed by this man, I clenched my fists. I then noticed that the Spectre was still on my hand. "Do you know how many lien we've wasted on this project?!" I sighed, and aimed the Spectre just beside his foot. I pulled the trigger, making him jump in surprise. Knowing that these people have Aura, I extended the blade of the Silencer, and swiped at his face.
It turns out, his Aura was already depleted.
It would've been great if I had actually offed him, but he stepped back at the last second, the blade only making contact with his cheek. I created a large cut on the side of his face, reaching from his ear to his mouth. He grunted, and placed his hand on his face.
I then quickly crouched, and kicked him on the legs. He fell down, and before he could even speak, I quickly stood up, and pointed the Spectre at his face.
'You know what's stupid about these people? They let their guard down. Yeah, that's right. I'm actually as experienced as a drunk man when fighting with unarmed combat. Yet, I always get the upper hand over them, due to their 'sense of fairness' and their lack of vigilance. Nutshot over there lost, just because he expected me to only fight him with only using our fists. Bowler Hat Guy over there kept checking his wounds. Kept talking, too.
Clearly, they had the advantage over me. I have a broken leg and an arm, while they had pistols and...what the hell that guy brought...a cane, I think?'
I stood in front of the man, while staring at him. "Finish me." He said, looking at me carefully.
I placed my finger on the trigger, ready to end him once and for all. The train then collided with the stone wall, almost making me lose balance. I quickly regained my footing, and looked at the front of the train. Oh, thank God it didn't go through the stone wall. I then felt a tap on my shoulder. Before I could even turn around, I was hit on the head. "Ah, fuck!" A second blow disorientated me, leaving me vulnerable. The man kicked me at my feet, knocking me down on the ground.
"My, my...how the tables have turned." I heard him speak, before he went in front of me, beside him was a young girl with a brown and pink colored hair. Before I could even speak, he nodded to the girl. She winked, raised her umbrella, and slammed it to my head.
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I woke up on the rocky ground, lying down on my side. I tried to move, but my hands and feet were chained together. I was facing the wall, and-
"Mmph!" I heard a familiar voice groan behind me.
"Oh, you like that, do you kitty-cat?"
"You'll never get away with this!" I heard Blake shout at him, before hearing a loud slap afterwards.
"Oh, but I already have, Blake." He said, doing something that made Blake groan a bit more. I was unable to see them; I was facing the wall for crying out loud.
I struggled with my bonds, trying to not alert our captor to me. "Damn it with these chains." I thought, slowly slithering my hands out of my bonds.
"Neo," He spoke, causing me to freeze. 'Who the hell is Neo? His assistant or something?' "Would you please leave for a few minutes? I would like some time alone with this little cat."
I heard another pair of footsteps walking away, while he and Blake stayed in the small room, unknowingly to them that I was already awake. "P-please don't do this, Roman!" Roman. So that's his name.
Roman laughed at her pleas. "Oh, don't worry," 'God damn it.' I rolled over, my body now facing towards them. I only saw his back, he was kneeling down in what seems to be in front of Blake, which was covered from my vision. I crawled towards him, inching closer and closer.
"No!" I heard Blake cry out. "Pleas-agh!" She yelped, only causing me to move much more quicker to them. "Aah!" She screamed, making me flinch. She struggled, and groaned. "Stop, p-please You already had fun with me for a couple times-- A-Ah~!"
He was sexually molesting her.
"Oh, but I thought cats LOVE to get stroked?" Roman said, in a soft and playful tone.
My vision began to blur, focusing on Roman. Filled with unadulterated rage, I began to slowly crawl towards him.
"Please, Roman! S-stop!"
I got up to my knees and lifted my hands up. Using the metal chains, I rammed them on the back of his head, knocking him out with one blow. He went limp, on top of Blake.
I grabbed his coat, and pulled him off of her.
I then saw her in front of me, chained to the walls, only wearing her underwear...well, only her top was covered, she was completely naked underneath...ahem. Never mind that. She was trembling, and was in tears. The ground was soaking wet with both sticky fluids and white globules, and I don't even want to know where those came from. It was sickening.
She looked at me, with a face present of relief and thankfulness. She then wept, sobbing joyfully as she went limp, the chains holding her wrists the only thing keeping her upright. "Hey, it's alright." I comforted her, having dodged that traumatizing ordeal. "He's knocked out, he won't hurt you." I said, looking at her.
God, I don't know anything about consoling others. "I'm going to try and release you, alright?" She nodded, tears still falling down her cheeks. I moved to her left hand, her wrist red with irritation. Small wounds developed underneath the shackles, bleeding slightly every time she tensed her muscles. "Don't move." I said, banging the chains that were tied to my own wrists to her shackles. I ignored the pain on my left arm.
No effect.
I did it twice, then thrice. Four times, five times, six, seven, eight! It was no use. I exhaled, having only dented the metal. I then had a crazy idea. I looked around, and saw a our weapons and equipment piled up on the other side of the room.
I crawled towards the pile, and took my Spectre. I went back, and extended its blade. "Don't move," I said, resting the blade on the chains holding her. "I'm going to cut the chains off, so don't move." She nodded, and tried her best to calm herself down.
"T-thank you." She said, before I swung the pistol as hard as I could. The chains were cut easily like a hot knife on a butter, and her left hand went free. I moved to her right hand, and swung the blade as hard as I could. She was now free, and was able to move freely. Well, she was still chained to the ground.
I moved to the chains that held her feet, and cut them with one hard swing. I then lent her the pistol. "Hey, could you please set me free?" I asked, making her nod. She looked up, and with two quick successive swipes, I broke free. "Nice, thanks!" I said, grabbing the gun as she handed it back to me. She never said a word, but smiled in return.
"Could you please get my clothes? I'm kind of ashamed to stand up at the moment." She said, covering her exposed parts.
"Of course, of course." I nodded, and looked around for her clothes. "Found 'em!" I called out, after I checked behind some rocks. I took her clothes, which were piled up and folded neatly. I brought her the clothing, and went back to the pile of weapons. I grabbed my gear, and put them back to their respective places.
"Oh, hey. Could you please get my bow?" She asked, and I nodded in reply. I went back to where I saw her clothes, and found her bow lying around.
I grabbed the black bow from the ground, and went to her. "Hey, I thought you already wore the...bow?" I asked, looking at the black bow before looking at the top of her head.
I saw two black triangular objects on the top of her head.
Before I could comprehend what I saw, I felt another sharp pain on the back of my neck, and I passed out.
Day Two, 10:25am - Remnant
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Author's Notes: (Woah, was this sentence always here?)
As you may have noticed, Bismuth has been speaking to himself. A lot. Well, paragraphs enclosed in apostrophes ( '' ) are Bismuth's thoughts. If you didn't already know.
As usual, please notify me if there are some errors or mistakes in the story.
All criticism is welcome.