Welp, I'm at the hospital right now. Gonna write a chapter up once I think about it, I have nothing to do anyway ;3;
Oh, happy valentines' day between.
~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~
The next day, they came to remove his cuffs.
Of course, he didn't fight them when they did so, it was quite brainless. I mean, he was stuck somewhere he didn't even know, full of people that are potentially dangerous, and somehow, even with his hands free he wasn't able to practice any magic arts.
Arthur stayed still, guided by the scientists (He couldn't call them doctor anymore could he ?). From time to time, he would look at the glass like wall to see empty rooms. They were the exact same as his own, yet, no one was in it. The only time he rebelled against his guides, it was when he reached this special room.
Alfred and Matthew were in it. Alfred was trying to get away recklessly from three 'nurses' that were trying to inject him something meanwhile the other was laying on a bed, looking deadly sick with the mask and the bunch of needles that were attached to him. Alfred noticed Arthur through the window and started to fight back even harder.
Arthur fought the hands that was keeping him from his brothers as well, trying to scream their names (Yes, even if he had something on his mouth preventing him from . It was useless and pathetic, he knew that, but somehow, fear mixed with anger can make you do things you never knew you could do . Yet, the scientists quickly got a hold on him, forcing him away of the window... Away of his family.
On what was remaining of the road they took, Arthur never seen Francis. He didn't know if it was better that way. There was too many questions going inside his head right now.
They got him inside a huge room, almost like an arena, without any seats around. Just the field. They removed what was blocking his mouth. As soon as they did so, he tried to teleport himself only to find out it was working. That is, until he noticed them. The white wizards. They were maintaining his own magic under control somehow.
Now, why would they kill black magic user, but keep those one alive. It was unfair !
The guards left the room, leaving him alone. The ceiling was made of glass, unlike the walls that were now made of concrete. Probably. The doctors were all staring at him from above along with the white wizards.
The sorcerer felt lost, lonely in this oppressing cell. That is, until a new door opened not too far from him. Knowing where he was, he didn't quite think going right into it would be a good idea.
For once, he was totally right.
Coming out of the door, came out a creature. It was probably once human, or whatever, but it wasn't anymore. The creature had antlers looking like moose's, long clawed fingers, just like old witch in those tales they narrate to scare people. It was tall, really tall. It has both flesh and pelt on it, but some parts were missing those, making the muscles and bones seen...
A vision that he would have puked to, if the monsters wouldn't have run after him. He started to run as well, scared by it. It didn't take long before he remembered what the nurse told her last time.
"You'll need to be a lil fighter !"
He swallowed back his saliva, knowing there was no going out without bringing the beast down. He stopped his race and turned to face the beast. The white sorcerers were probably draining out his magic, but not all of it. He put his hand right in front of him, staring into the spaces in between his fingers.
He spat words none in the whole building knew, except maybe his brothers. Six swords made of black smokes appeared behind him, floating a little before pointing to the beast. They soon flied right into it, making it scream in pain because of the burning injuries.
It only made it more angry though, reaching Arthur and hitting him hard enough to make him fly to the wall. A few breaking noises were heard, but they were quickly healed as the sorcerer kept talking. He couldn't give up now.
So he did the same attack, again and again and again. Yet, the beast didn't seems to feel like backing down. Yet, Arthur was sick and tired of it.
His eyes started to glow like shooting stars. He used his wings, his oh so sore wings from bot using them in years. The creature couldn't reach him anymore. Then, at this moment, he remembered what his parents taught him when he was younger, the spell he wasn't allowed to use.
The same black smoke that once made the blades started to swirl around him, making him disappears. Only his eyes could be seen by now. Suddenly, the creature stopped to yell in rage, like if it was amazed... Surprised.
It started to burn slowly from the inside. The beast, as ugly as it looked, still had a soul. Arthur's very own magic ability was to read one's identity, one's soul. The thing no one knew about, was that he perfectly able to destroy one, now knowing every single thing about it.
It used to be a woman, a old one. Her time was almost done when she lost herself in the forest with her husband. So bad no one found them before... This happened.
The beast exploded. There's was no blood, no guts, only ashes. The soul of the creature was now resting in hell.
Arthur gone back to the ground, feeling... Nothing. It was like if it was natural, like if he was made to do those kind of things. For a moment, he didn't feel worried about Francis, or his brother. His mind was empty.
"Good Good Good ! You're doing so well my lil fighter ! Ready for round two ?" The voice of the scientist that previously visited him asked in a speaker.
"Bring it in."
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Beep...
Beep...
I feel nothing somehow. It's weird. I don't remember anything either. Where am I ? What am I doing here ? What is it ? A memory ? Oh I see now...
Please don't turn off your light.
I don't wanna be lost in the darkness again...