The noise of cheers, cries, the clash of swords.
There cannot be a nice quiet place.
The wounds hurt greatly, a huge pain from her chest seems to be tearing her apart, forcing her to come to herself.
Sheryl opens her eyes, only to find a frightening sight. Bodies lie on the ground here and there in the sea of blood while two men, are fighting with weapons at close quarters outside, their clothes dyed with dazzling red blood.-That might be the bloodiest scene she's ever went through.
She's so scared, partly for her weakness due to the wounds on her chest and her tied hands; morever; the rotting bodies are horrified. She's so afraid she'll be one of them soon after.
But to her relief, when she glances around, a familiar figure catches her eyes.
Beside her, Emmy is tied tightly either, with her back against the wall, no scaring or frighten in her eyes, only furious and annoyment. After quite a while, she begins to realize she's been awake.
"Hey, Sheryl." Emmy turns to her, her face lights up a little, "How do you feel now?"
"Not bad~~" Sherly squeezes a smile, but when she tends to move a little to get closer, a tearing pain appears again.
"Och..." She moans. Lowering her head, she finds the wound open and blood streaming down through her chest, which makes her panic. She bleeds so much that her voice even trembled.
"Please be calm Sheryl!~" Her eyes are fixed on hers," We are sure to be safe, I'll be soon to find a way to untie these stucks." She guarantees, while she's still a bit nervous about her injuries.
"Th...Thank you, but..."
"Give me a hand, will you?"
"Ye...Yes?" She raises her eyebrows, curious and anxious.
"See the body on the right side of you? There's a dagger in his hand. And I wonder if you can reach for it." She glimpses at her right side and says.
"Uhhh...I'll try my best!" Her face lights up, then using her right leg to kick the dagger near her, trying to not make much noise. Then she've managed to do it.
The dagger slips through, and finally stops closely near Emmy's tied hands. She uses her all strength to struggle against the force, take it up and, cut the tieing rope.
"Hang in there Sheryl. Just give me two more minutes!" She feels the cold sweat from her forehead dropping down when Sheryl is getting unconscious for bleeding too much. She is more than anxious now, not just because Sheryl is dying now, but because, out of her realization, she's her comrade and, her friend. She cannot see her friend suffer, even to death.
Fortunately, she succeeds in cutting off the rope. She promptly comes near her and unties hers, then tearing a piece of cloth down from her skirt, bundaging her deep cut tightly to prevent bleeding.
"No...Don't close your eyes Sheryl..." She murmurs, with one arm keeping her head higher and another, patting her shoulder slightly.
Shit! The wound is still bleeding.
"...I'm okay...Just let me have a rest now...I'm so tired..." She mutters, "Just for a while..."
"Hey, are you idiot!? You'll catch cold if you sleep there, I don't want to..." She sobs, while she still keep calm for she never wants her to see her grief, "Don't be so stupid now, and I'll take you out of there, back to your hometown."
"My hometown? Ha..." She replies sorrowfully, " I have no hometown now, and only, there exists Conquerer's." Tears shed down on her pale face, while she still can't hold back her strong emotions at last.
"Their troops intruded in our homeland but why, why no one dared to fight against them?! Why they're all afraid of them?!...I was faced with them in the cave but I failed to defeat them, why I'm so fragile..."
"That's enough Sheryl, no more words now, you shouldn't be so agitated, that won't do any good to your cuts."
"I... know..." Her eyes are fading, but Emmy still strongly wants her keep conscious. She pats her even more heavily but, she fails.
Sheryl has lost all her consciousness, her arms slipping down to the ground and her eyes closed. Though this, luckily, she still have breath.
Emmy attempts to put her back up and take her out of the room despite the fact she's almost worn out. Successfully, they both reaches out of the room, bodies of soldiers almost piling up on their way, littering all over it.
That sick horrible sight makes her stomach turns.
She hurriedly rushes out with Sheryl, the coming fresh air relaxes her a bit. She cannot completely be off guard when she notices not far away from her, two man are fighting fiercely and harshly.
And the fact is, Rush has gone mad again.
Green lights are emitted from his dark, deep eyes and murderous surrounds him. He looks more alike a monster than an ordinary person. Sword in hand, he attacks that leader in a unbelievable speed, while that leader, who seems to be stronger, is got in the poor side. He just defends and even doesn't have any chance to strike back. Through his eyes, she can not see his elation and conceit before, but fear and panic.
"What...the fxxk!" That man curses. His soldiers have all sacrificed and he, is the only who survives from Rush's talon. Seeing the piling bodies, the man's raged. He yells, raising his broadsword, rushing to him and aiming at his chest.
With a huge sound of crack, the man stops, aware of the tearing pain in his stomach. He lowers his head, only to see the sword through his stomach, blood spitting out with the skin and flesh splitting and breaking forth.
As Rush draws his sword behind, the big man collapses.
"Your skills are so so." Rush smirks, kicking his body violently, "That's really disappointed, isn't it? "
He laughes in a sick voice, kicking his body again and again, which makes Emmy exceptionally scared. Is it really Rush?
He's insane, isn't he?
Emmy wants to drag Sheryl away, but it seems too late. The evil green eyes have already turned to her direction, filled with his hunger for blood. He slowly walks near, the sound of his footsteps seem to be the most noisy, nasty and horrible she's ever heard in this deadly silent circumstance.
"So...you're the next?" His low voices echos in this wild, winds blowing fiercely through the bodies, drying the fresh blood on them. He stands in the middle of them, quite like a demon, a devil, a...bloodiest killer. But why? Why does this mysterious power still exist in his body while he's no longer a remnant now? Why he can lose all his humanity once the power breaks out?
Lord knows.
Emmy doesn't reply, yet frowns. With no hesitation, she draws out both of her swords, confronted directly with him. She knows, she has no choice and she has to prevent him from kiling more people, no matter the good or the bad. What's more, she has to protect Sheryl, her friend, though she's half dead now.
"If you really hate me so much..." She glares at him, raising her two swords, "Then sorry, I have to send you to the heaven, Rush... No, you're no longer Rush now."
"Humph, pretty smart." He blinks, then bursting into a laughter, "Yes, I'm not that stupid idiot, I'm the fragment of remnant, the dark side of him."
"How can it be..." She lowers her head, puzzled. All remnants have disappeared for almost a year, but, why the fragments can exist? And the power...
No time to consider about it, Emmy. Now the utmost urgent is the enemy in front of you.
Then swiftly comes an attack. She narrowly escapes it and raises a sword to block, another one to strick back. However, the moment she's nearly piercing into his chest, he vanishes.
"What the hell?" She utters, staring about. He appears at her left side.
"Quite impressive, my girl, yet you're still not fast enough." Another attack storms to her, she hardly jumps aside and blocks weakly, out of breath. She tries to attack back and get him, but when she mets his attack, she realizes his strength is far higher than hers and so does his defence.
She goes a few steps back, but the stormy strength is so strong that he harshly pushes her to ground.
He is triumphant now, holding down on her shoulder and getting on the top. She struggles to free herself but she cannot. Despair, anxiety spring to her heart, leaving her in deep sorrow.
"Are you ready to embrace death, girl?" He grins, eyes turning into bloody red, "Or...be my woman?"