Humanity's Finest
Part 2: Chapter 4
Spyro didn't know what to do.
Ten hours ago, Warfang was attacked by zombified dragons. But they were eventually repelled by the combined efforts of the remaining three Guardians, dragons that had taken refuge and Moles' that were guarding said city. It was only because the dragons unleashed their fury attacks on their undead brethren that they were forced back. The Guardians and a few other dragons were wounded in the defence but were alive. The Moles are repairing the damages the city suffered in the attack, and Zoidius along with a small escort was sent to Avalar to get aid from their allies the cheetahs.
The black dragon hadn't returned since then. And the Guardians themselves have forbid Spyro from venturing outside, out of fear that he would be attacked from their new enemies. And too dampen his mood even more, it was starting to rain!
The purple dragon silently brooded to himself. He was the dragon of prophesy for crying out loud! He could bend time to his will; he can breathe multiple elements and do a lot of cool things that other dragons thought impossible! He saved the Guardians from Cynder when she was under Malefor's control, saved said dragoness from said dragon and then both he and Cynder kicked the living hell out of Malefor' and saved the world from being ripped apart in the process! He could handle a few undead dragons no problem!
And let's not forget that Cynder was still missing. And he hasn't seen Sparx for what seemed like years! Doing nothing was beginning to drive him up the wall!
"Hey… Spyro… Buddy you in there?" A loud obnoxious voice yelled in his ear. This was followed with a few soft taps to his noggin causing Spyro to groan in annoyance.
"Sparx leave me alone would you…" The purple dragon groaned. When his brain finally caught up with him, without warning Spyro's eyes shot open and openly glared at the familiar glowing dragon fly that was floating around his head. "Sparx! By the Ancestor's, where the hell have you been!?"
Sparx blinked and slowly, very slowly threw a thumb over his shoulder. "I was visiting our mom and dad?"
Spyro felt his left eye twitch. "Sparx… do you know how long you've been gone for? You've been gone for nearly a year now…"
"Hey, hey, hold on there buddy!" Sparx was quick to raise his hands in surrender. "I told ya' that I was going away for a while to visit mom and dad."
The purple arched an eyebrow at the declaration. "And when was this?"
"…You don't remember?" Sparx asked. When all he received was a blank face from Spyro, Sparx sighed and rubbed the side of his head before floating over to his adoptive brother and boldly sat down on top of his head. "It was a week after the humans were declared missing that I told you, Cynder and the Guardians where I was going. They didn't pay much attention though…" He trailed off and completely missed the dark look on his adoptive brother's face. "…except for Cynder, she did say she was going to tell you but since you didn't know where I was I guess she forgot?"
"…Cynder's been missing for months' now Sparx." Even though he couldn't see him Spyro knew Sparx had a surprised look on his face. "And not only that several small villages allied to us are going missing. Several scouts we've sent out in search for them have gone missing too. And hours ago Warfang was attacked."
"Attacked…? Attacked by what?"
Spyro could sense the fear in his adoptive brother. He was shaking like a leaf and was holding on to his horn like a lifeline. Spyro couldn't blame him; if he was younger and still living with his dragonfly parents, he would be doing the exact same thing.
His face softened. "…Trust me. You don't wanna know."
Sparx sighed. "Oh well maybe its better if you don't tell me. Because if you said that the dead were rising up, then I would've panicked and starting screaming in horror or something like that! Ha-ha-ha!" The dragonfly said; unknowingly getting it right on the mark.
Unfortunately for Spyro, he didn't share the same optimism and chuckled rather awkwardly. Thankfully Sparx was dense enough not to pick it up. It was by sheer luck that their casualties were next to nonexistent. While he was confident that he could beat anything if he put his mind to it, the fact that the Guardians had to resort to using their fury attacks just to put down the undead once and for all' had shown him how tough they were.
He was beginning to understand how the human race was wiped out. If they were facing an enemy that looked to be completely unkillable, then it is of no surprise that they were wiped out. And from what he had overheard from Terrador, the zombies get stronger and more difficult to kill with every encounter.
"Well it's clear that I've missed on a lot of things. Could you tell me what's going on so I can catch up?" Sparx asked.
The dragon of prophesy nodded his head, thankful for the distraction. "A few months after the humans vanished, villages allied to us started to go missing…"
X.X.X.X
Mason, Woods, Weaver and Hudson were cautiously making their way through the forest toward the northwest to the behest of Mason. The four had abandoned the cabin once they were well rested and were moving in a tight formation, with both Mason and Woods taken position in the front, and Hudson and Weaver taking the rear to make sure they don't get flanked. Instead of holding their Dragunov sniper rifles the two had their pistols out instead.
That way the two could aim a lot easier than if they were to look through the scope of their rifles. They could kill two birds with one stone.
Thinking that he heard something Woods quickly raised his right arm. The others stopped and everyone went down on one knee. Lowering their breaths the group listened to their surroundings for anything nearby. Everyone kept quiet with the rain drenching their clothes and hair, at first there was nothing, then they heard a twig snap followed by several more that was dangerously close to them. Glancing at Mason, Hudson and Weaver; Frank quickly gave them orders by using a combination of hand signs and sign language.
'Unknown's approaching. Take cover behind the shrubbery.'
The three complied and quickly took positions behind any nearby bushes with their weapons at the ready, and waited for whoever was coming to pass. It was the right decision. Not a minute later a large group of apes that were as tall as an elephant walked passed them. Their size took everyone by surprise.
To the human's credit, everyone had squashed the feeling to get the hell out of dodge; and held their ground and kept their breathing levels low. While they had advanced weaponry in their possession, these apes were covered in heavy armour from head to toe. The only reason they knew they were apes was because they could see their faces. They had weapons ranging from swords to spears, to crossbows to bows and they had large round black coloured shields that protected most of their back.
Fighting an enemy as heavily armoured as them was an estimate to suicide. And even if they could take them down, it would take a well placed grenade, or bullet to the face to do that. And without armour piercing rounds none of them were willing to take the apes on.
When the apes passed everyone waited for a few seconds to make sure they were out of range, then they came out of hiding.
"That was close. I never thought I'd say this; but those monkeys were fucking gigantic!" Weaver exclaimed.
"I know. I'm just as surprised as you are Weaver." Mason said with a surprised voice. He still couldn't believe he just saw apes the size of an elephant! "That was the first time I saw baboons of that size."
"Just makes you wonder what the hell we got into." Woods added with narrowed eyes. When everyone stared questionably at him, Frank elaborated. "If there are mammals that big, then what else is waiting for us? How dangerous are the other wildlife? Tiny lizards like geckos could be large predators if they evolved!"
Mason wisely kept his mouth shut about meeting Flaria, the dragoness that he met nearly ten hours ago.
Seeing that the sun was going down and it would get dark soon, Mason took the initiative. "We can muse on what we discovered later; but first we need to get the hell out of here." He gestured to the reddening sky above them. "The sun is going down and being in a forest at night won't be a good thing."
Woods nodded at that, knowing if they travelled in the dark with little visibility; it would make getting around a lot harder than needed. And they would be easy prey if there happened to be any predators wondering around at night.
Woods said that Mason was right and that staying here would be a bad idea. He then turned his gaze to Weaver and Hudson and asked them if they had a compass on them so they knew which direction they were heading. Weaver, Hudson and Mason all checked their pockets and sacks for a compass; and after a few minutes of searching Weaver pulled out his compass with a triumphant smirk and handed it to Frank.
Holding the compass evenly in his left hand Woods saw that the arrow was pointing to the northwest. "Ok, right now we're headin' in the right direction. If we keep heading that way towards the foliage then we keep ourselves dry from the rain. But we need to stay close so we don't lose sight of each other."
No one argued.
At the same time with Tank and Polonsky.
They say when you see the scariest thing in your life that you would no longer be afraid of anything anymore. At least, that's what Polonsky was told. He realised that that was nothing but bullshit. Right behind him was one of the most horribly disfigured German Sheppard's he had ever seen. And his LMG was useless against it. The two marines ran for their lives with their tails between their legs' as Fluffy followed them relentlessly. Dempsey duel wielded his pistols and was firing over his shoulder at their pursuer. The bullets either missed their mark completely or they struck true, but did little to nothing in slowing down the undead dog.
"What the fuck will it take to fucking kill that thing!?" Tank bellowed his face red with frustration. "I'm nearly out of ammo, and I sure as hell don't wanna get close and personal with that fucker!"
Samantha spoke out from everywhere and nowhere with amusement and a little bit of smug in her voice. "Fluffy cannot be killed by normal means, American. You can wound her, hurt her, but you can never kill her."
"When we get out of this alive, I'm going to give you a spanking reserved just for you!"
"You can't do that!" Samantha cried out in a dramatic fashion.
Polonsky almost lost his footing but quickly regained it and sped up his running. "You're trying to kill us!" He shouted at the voice. "You deserve a lot more than a god dam spanking!"
While Polonsky was busy shouting at the voice Tank rather calmly, gazed over his shoulder and saw that Fluffy was still chasing after them. With a tired sigh Dempsey quickly reloaded his pistols before aiming behind him and fired the entire clip in his CZ75, point blank at the hellhound. Fortunately, the wounds –no matter insignificant they were- it sustained forced the female hound to bring it attention away from Polonsky. Unfortunately the shots made her severally pissed off and glared its glowing red eyes at Tank with annoyance. Tank let out a rather girlish squeal and sprinted as fast as his legs could take under pressure when Fluffy nearly bit his leg.
"My legs are gonna feel like jelly once I rest…" Tank inwardly thought with despair. He yelped with fright and arched his back while pushing his legs even more when he realised Fluffy was getting closer. "Where the hells a Wonder Weapon when I need one!?" The marine practically screamed before he ducked underneath the dogs attempt at knocking him down by leaping on him.
Both Polonsky and Dempsey frantically staggered to a stop when Fluffy landed in front of them. The hellhound turned around and stared at them with annoyed eyes as Polonsky and Dempsey slowly gazed at one another. The two lookalikes had a silent conversation for a few seconds before the two silently nodded… and sprinted towards a building that knowingly to them happened to house Nikolai and the others.
Takeo lay on his stomach on the roof of the building that everyone was on while looking through the lens of his binoculars in search of Polonsky and Dempsey. As much as the Asian loathed to admit it but without Tank their group wouldn't be the same. It wasn't because he was worried about The Tank and the kid; it was never about being worried. Dempsey is a comrade. A brother in arms; and his honour demanded that he keep a look out for the two Americans. Patting the ground on his right Takeo was slightly at ease to find that his AK74u was still there.
Nikolai for once in his life was actually resting. With more than three people around they could practically hold off anything thrown at them, as long as they had ammunition for their guns. With his AK47 resting securely in his lap the sleeping Soviet was mumbling incoherent words under his breath. But you could hear a few words that made up a sentence…mainly about how bitchy most of his wives were when they were alive. The fact that it was pelting with rain and was drenched from head to toe in water didn't seem to bother him.
Richtofen being the paranoid bastard that he is, walked back and forth with his fully loaded MP40 in his hands while twitching nervously every few seconds. With the rain coming down the village was pretty much safe from the forest fire –which seemed to have vanished the exact moment the dragons vanished- and had somewhat cleared up the fog a bit. He stopped in mid-step and gazed at Miller and Roebuck who were sitting cross legged in the middle of the roof with a cloud of despair hanging above their heads. The Nazi thought the cloud looked funny above them with the rain continuously pelting against their skin.
Richtofen was interrupted from his musing by Takeo who gasped in shock, which was kinda surprising for the Nazi because he never saw Takeo display any form in distress. Putting his binoculars away with haste Takeo grabbed his AK74u and pushed himself off the ground until he was knelling on one knee.
"Richtofen we have the remaining Americans approching! We have company!" That was enough to bring the marines out of their funk and they quickly grabbed their Thompson and BAR as they got to their feet and quickly joined Richtofen who was over looking the whole area with a serious look on his face.
The four saw Tank and Polonsky running like men possessed, with the biggest, meanest and ugliest looking monster they had ever seen following right behind them. Takeo tried to get a clear shot at the beast, but both Polonsky and Dempsey were so close together that Takeo didn't risk opening fire in case one of his stray bullets managed to hit the marines instead of their original mark.
Gritting his teeth at them not doing anything, Miller quickly looked around and found the portable ladder lying on the ground harmlessly near Takeo. He quickly went to the Asians side, grabbed the portable ladder and walked back to Roebuck. After he made sure it was properly secured to the roof, he threw it off the roof and heard it unwrap itself as it made its way down.
Both Dempsey and Polonsky were looking halfway over their shoulder as Fluffy was slowly but surely gaining on them. Tank looked in front of him; and his eyes lit up when he saw a ladder being tossed down for them. He looked up and saw Takeo and the others –with the exception of Nikolai- on top of the roof staring down at them with their weapons aimed in their direction. Making a choice that would undoubtedly make his life worse, Dempsey twisted his face into a snarl when he suddenly took a sharp turn to the right with a low grunt escaping from his throat. He fired a few bullets to keep Fluffy's attention on him and away from Polonsky.
That ladder can only support one person climbing it at a time; and with the heaviest weapon out of them all Polonsky is undoubtedly the slowest out of the two. So he had to go first.
All Dempsey had was two pistols that was slowly running low of ammo, a flimsy combat knife, and a few grenades –which reminds him, he needed to check how many grenades he has on him- so that made him the lightest and the fastest of the two.
X.X.X.X
She was so bored. Chase and kill; those were the orders she was given. But for gods sake she was getting bored out of her mind, by doing nothing but chasing a few bunnies that were faster than her. And that ANNOYED her! She loved Samantha when she was alive, she really did. But ever since she became the way she was she hungered for the taste of blood.
Her sons and daughters were slaughtered by those four men. The German she loathed more than anyone, and she would gladly kill him. But no, Samantha wanted everyone who helped in the plot against her father dead. And she did, all accept one.
However throughout all this Fluffy couldn't help but think: "I wish I could just stop running and lick my crotch…" Her thoughts were interrupted by a bullet to the head. "RAGH! You motherfucker! That's it, you are sooo fucking dead! The gloves are coming off!"
X.X.X.X
When he saw the portable ladder in front of him he couldn't stop a relived laugh from escaping his mouth. However that relief was quickly replaced by fear when he looked over his shoulder. He never noticed Dempsey breaking off in a different direction; so when he heard a the familiar sound of a .Colt discharging and the dog turning its head to face the one who opened fire – his fear was quickly replaced by relief once more.
Dempsey had taken Fluffy's attention away him and made her focus on himself.
Polonsky once he was standing right in front of the ladder, looked over his shoulder to see if Dempsey was keeping the hellhound occupied. He saw that he was, by running around in circles while taunting the dog. Shaking his head, Polonsky quickly looked around for something to tie the Browning M1919 to his back. Carrying a gun that is heavy like the Browning M1919 with one hand, while climbing a ladder with the other is not a smart thing to do. And leaving the weapon on the ground with the hellhound wasn't an option either. When he couldn't see anything to tie the weapon; Polonsky cursed with dismay and then adapted to the situation.
Grabbing the handle of the gun with one hand Polonsky inhaled sharply when his arm felt like it got dislocated in several areas, when the limb dropped quickly because of the weight of the gun. Inhaling and exhaling slowly Polonsky grabbed the rope of the ladder and slowly climbed up with the weight of his Light machine gun weighting him down.
It was going to make climbing the ladder slightly more difficult, but he will adapt to it.
Running from a blood thirsty demonic dog like your ass was on the line was a sure way of getting your blood pumping. Hell it was what was giving him his kicks. There was just something funny he found about an overgrown dog chasing someone; even if that someone happened to be him.
But then again, maybe he shouldn't be excited with having an undead animal wanting to take a chunk off his body.
He stopped, ducked underneath Fluffy when she tried leaping on him, and swiftly turned on the palm of his heel before running in the direction he came from. When Fluffy missed her target, she instead collided with a wall made out of bamboo and straw and went right through the wall itself. She knocked over more objects inside, including a support beam that brought the entire building down on her.
When Tank heard the building collapsing he paused in mid-run and looked over his shoulder. He saw an opportunity to actually deal some damage. Pulling one of his pistols in its gun holder, he took one of his remaining grenades, removed the pin with his teeth and drew back his arm. And after cooking the grenade he threw the grenade to the collapsed building with a grunt.
Not a second later after the grenade landed it exploded, forcing Dempsey to raise his arm to shield his eyes from all the shrapnel and stray pieces of wood and straw, followed by the pained howls of Fluffy. Breathing out in his nose in a surprisingly relaxed manner, Dempsey casually lowered his arm to his side before glancing over his shoulder to see how far up the ladder Polonsky was.
He snorted with amusement when he saw a disgruntled Takeo and a slightly annoyed Richtofen pulling the teenager onto the roof by the scruff of his jacket. Dempsey muttered incoherently with a smile while shaking his head.
"Demphsey, get over here before zhat thing returns!" Richtofen yelled, his voice echoing through the sky.
Tank casually gave the Nazi the finger before jogging toward the building while securely placing his remaining pistol in the back of his trousers. He quickly stopped when he heard a very antagonised growl coming from behind. Slowly, very slowly Dempsey turned his head to look behind him and his eyes widened a fraction when he saw a very pissed off hellhound raising out of the remains of the building, her fiery red eyes were glaring at him and her body was covered from head to toe in black and dark blue flames.
"Oh… you have greatly annoyed Fluffy…" Samantha sounded out from every direction. "I vonder how fast you can run as my favourite pet in zhe whole vorld chases after you?" She wondered her voice sounding genuinely curious.
Tank took a step back as he awkwardly gazed from side to side. "Uh…" He took a few more steps back as Fluffy made her way out of the fallen bamboo, with fiery red eyes glaring at him like a blazing inferno. He didn't know why he did it; but he did and it had the desired result. "HEY LOOK SHEEP!" He yelled at the top of his voice as he looked and pointed to the left.
And rather predictably Fluffy's eyes lit up, quite literally, and snapped her head in the direction Dempsey was pointing. It wasn't until Fluffy had her head turned that Dempsey threw caution and ran to the ladder in a full on sprint.
X.X.X.X
"Have you found anything?" Cynder questioned stoically.
Her subordinates shook their heads 'no' before one of them added, "No. There's barely anything here." The ape turned and gestured to the remains of the boat that was deeply embedded within the ground. "However that structure is where we're going to search next. If the weapon the Holy One wants is here, then it'll be likely in there."
Cynder nodded and gave them a dismissive wave of her paw, sending the apes away. When the apes were out of ear shot the dragoness sighed tiredly. Ever since she had eaten that blasted key Samantha said would set her free, Cynder couldn't control most of her actions lately. In fact, she swore that Samantha was whispering to her from the back of her mind, whispering orders for her to act on.
And because of that dammed key she ate she couldn't disobey.
Sighing Cynder gazed around before a yawn escaped her mouth. Smacking her lips Cynder lay down and with another yawn she closed her eyes. She was surrounded by zombified dragons, with two standing guard nearby that would protect her with their undead lives as if she were Samantha herself, so closing her eyes for some well needed rest wouldn't be a problem.
When the black dragoness closed her eyes, she suddenly found herself staring at her sleeping form.
Blinking Cynder said in the calmest tone she could muster. "Ok, where the heck am I?"
"You are in a place where not even that human child can find us, young Cynder." A soothing grandfatherly voice that spoke much wisdom said from behind the dragoness. "If that creature that controls the risen dead can be classed as a human of course…"
Cynder felt her eyes widen in both shock and surprise. That voice... the dragoness shook her head in denial. He was dead, sacrificing himself so they could get to Malefor. She saw him die! Slowly, very slowly Cynder turned around and if possible her eyes had widened even more.
Greyish-light blue scales, a dark blue cloak, a glowing light blue gem hanging from his neck and an open sack carrying several scrawls hanging near his hind. All in all he looked like an ancient dragon, similar to the transparent image of the chronicler she once saw after she awoken from the crystal.
Only this wasn't the chronicler she saw. Rather it was someone she knew.
Cynder stared wide eyed at the dragon who was smiling kindly down at her with watery eyes. With trembling lips, Cynder let the tears flow and ran toward the elderly dragon and hugged him, sobbing while letting out all the frustration and emotion she had held back after his death, and during and after she was captured.
"…I-Ignitus!" She cried out while began to laugh out of joy as she rubbed her head affectionately against his right foreleg.
Ignitus, the new chronicler, grinned slightly happy at seeing her again and placed a comforting paw on her back.
Cynder gazed up at the former Guardian with teary eyes. "Ignitus how are you here? I saw you die!"
"…" The former Guardian didn't reply. With a grim face he set his paw that was on Cynder's back on the ground, turned and walked away while beckoning the dragoness to follow him. Cynder not knowing what to do and not wanting to anger one of the five people who were ever kind to her, quickly walked to his side.
The two dragons walked in silence until Ignitus sighed. "Cynder this object that the human child has sent you to find must never be given to her." Cynder gazed up with a questioning look. There was few times where she had heard Ignitus speak so seriously. The former red dragon glanced at Cynder. "If Samantha were to get her hands on this object she sent you to find, then all life will be in danger."
"It is really that dangerous?"
"Cynder, the contraption Samantha has you looking for is capable of turning living, healthy beings such as you into the undead." Ignitus informed grimly as they came to a stop in front of a lake. "It is a terrible weapon, a weapon created by human hands the same humans who created the dead long ago who are now travelling by your side."
Cynder looked shocked. "You know about-"
"Yes." His tone was firm and his eyes were narrowed in thought. " I've been watching both you and Spyro ever since I became the Chronicler." He revealed as he gazed up with a heavy sigh before he sat down. "I was also following Dempsey, Nikolai, Takeo and Richtofen's progress ever since they returned here."
"So you know about them too?"
"I've known of them ever since you and Spyro first found the human, all the way to his so called 'betrayal' when his comrades arrived."
Cynder growled darkly. "They attacked him, and then he turned on us shortly after!" She snarled. "Why should I forgive him and the others when they attacked us?"
Ignitus stared at the teenager in silence with unblinking eyes. He was expecting this from her, and she had to realise the lengths a person would do just to get back to their friends and family. He wasn't taking Dempsey's side either, but he understood where he was coming from.
"Cynder…" Ignitus began with another sigh causing said dragoness to look up at him. "…put yourself in the humans place: You're alone and the last of your kind. Wouldn't you give anything to get back to the people you know?"
Cynder opened her mouth to retort, but closed it again when she couldn't think of anything to say. She scrunched up her face in thought and could think of several things she would give to be with the rest of her species. But betraying the ones who befriended you? She wouldn't have done that. She would have found another way.
"…If I were the last of my kind, I guess I would have given anything, to be with my own species again." Cynder admitted solemnly. "But I wouldn't have betrayed the ones who befriended you and offered you a place to stay! I would have tried to explain, or something!" She added fiercely.
"The mind of an individual is a complicated thing to understand. No one knows what you are thinking; and no one knows what you are planning. Sometimes…" At this Ignitus paused and looked down at Cynder one again, with a kind smile. "…you need to be patent to understand why people do what they do."
Cynder stared at Ignitus with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. He was right in a sense; no one can truly understand one another unless your patent to understand them like Spyro was with her.
Still smiling at the young dragoness Ignitus stood up, with his eyes never leaving hers. "Now, young Cynder, wake up."
Cynder closed her eyes…
And found herself in the middle of her camp when she opened them again. Blinking to get the dust out of her eyes, Cynder yawned tiredly as she stood up to stretch her limbs. Shaking her head to make herself more awake the dragoness gazed around the area and found several apes sitting around a camp fire with watching some meat get roasted around a spit above the fire.
Cynder allowed a small smile on her face. After seeing Ignitus, looking alive and well again, it was like an unknown weight was lifted from her shoulders.
Cynder approached the apes that were sitting around the campfire silently, until one of them turned his head and saw her approaching. Everyone in the group noticed him stiffen his body before turning their heads in the direction he was staring.
They all quickly jumped to their feet in a salute even as the dragoness spoke to them with authority. "What is our progress on the search?"
The mammal, who alerted everyone to her presence, was the one to reply. "It is a slow going progress maim. The… reanimated earth dragons are doing the bulk of the work, while our comrades are inside the structure itself searching for the contraption The Holy One has sent us to find. It'll take some time before we begin any real progress."
Cynder nodded as she took the information given to her and placed it at the back of her head for later. She was going to stay in the area for weeks, possibly months? That's doable. It won't be easy but she'll manage. She did stay in places that were in worser conditions than the place she's at now when she worked for Malefor.
"What about the humans? What are the chances they'll come across this place?"
X.X.X.X
"Pull me up! Pull me the FUCK uuu-ha-ha-ppp!" Dempsey yelled frantically, as he scaled the ladder as quickly as he could with Fluffy sitting patently underneath him with bared teeth and fangs. His frantic shout had woken up Nikolai from his slumber, and was currently laughing at the marine's misfortune.
"Fuck you Nikolai!" The marine cursed at the top of his voice. "Put yourself in my shoes and laugh at ME then!"
X.X.X.X
Mason gasped and slapped his right arm reflectively when he felt a sharp prick on his skin. He made a face when he saw a crushed mosquito on his digits, before wiping it on his trousers. "Fucking mosquito, I hate it when they do that."
"Well it could be worse you know?" Woods said conversely. "That could've been a bear or something."
Everyone blankly stared at Woods, causing said man to say. "What?"
"…you shouldn't say something like that Frank." Mason said sounding completely serious. "You'll jinx us."
X.X.X.X
"Not likely," Cynder said wryly. "If they do come across this place, hopefully we'll be long gone by then. If not, well, we'll cross the bridge once we get there."
The ape frowned slightly at that titbit of information. He had heard from Grim' that a particular set of humans are mortal enemies with the Holy One. And while it is a good thing that none of them is near them it is also a bad thing because they don't know where the humans are. And if you include the fact Grim had captured three humans, before he and his subordinates were driven off from a joint attack of dragons and humans…
"I see…" The ape slowly said his eyes gazing around cautiously. "Then it is a good thing that there are some of us patrolling the perimeter of our camp then."
"Indeed it is." Cynder turned and walked away. And as she walked she could hear Ignitus whispering cryptic words to her in the back of her head. The words while cryptic had shaken her to the core.
"When the final humans arrive in seven moon cycles, the fallen one finally strikes? The violent one faces a dire choice. The fallen and violent ones will meet face to face and the earth will shake. Powerful weapons in the correct hands will repel the dead. And a race long thought dead will rise from the ashes of their failures with hope."
Things were only going to get worse before it gets better. A calm before the storm.
Well here is my latest and unfortunately my possibly last chapter of Humanity's Finest. I just don't feel wanting to write this story any more. I had a blast making this, and it was fun while it lasted but... I think it's time I finally put it on the shelf.
I know how it ends, but I just don't know how to get there...
Spyash2, signing out.