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Ch.58: Not This Crap Again….
The brunette man drove his fist into the wall, letting out a cry of anger. How had the girl survived that?! He had never met one who survived, or even knew of someone, who had survived that spell! And now she can use the Vorpal blade?! Unacceptable!
He stared at the mirror, her image on it and her role holder friends, including his old one, surrounding her…! Surrounding her….
He smiled, "There is safety in numbers…."
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I sighed and swiped my hand across my forehead. Ruins and scenery passed by, and still no sign of Alistair. Where the f*** is that creep? I fingered the blade, its handle sending itching into my palm. Where the fudge are we? I can't even tell where the way we came from anymore.
I looked ahead to Yuri and White, who insisted on leading the way, "Guys, is there any possible way to find this guy faster?" Yuri sighed, "No. Time is of the essence, but the only way to find him is to-!"
A gust of wind blew, scattering ashes, debris, and…a letter? Oh s***….
A letter fluttered to rest at my feet, my heart jumped into my throat. I bent down with shaking hands to see it was indeed another letter from our target. White leaned over and muttered, "That son of a b****…."
I plucked up the letter and ripped it open, dumping its contents. In it was a letter and a large, rusty black iron key, simple in design. I gulped and started reading the letter.
Dear C.J,
Impressive indeed, surviving two lethal spells. May I ask what it takes to kill you? I can already tell it won't be with long distance spells. So I propose we end this game. It's becoming boring to watch you six of you stumble about. This key is to the clock tower, on the edge of town. You're already halfway there. I'll be waiting at the top. No tricks, no scams. May the strongest prevail. Oh and, tick tock C.J. You have until 7:00 to reach me.
He didn't bother to sign his name. I breathed deep and looked up at the others, "…So…should we go?" "It's a trap." I looked at White, "Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't. The point is, it's the only lead we've got." Yuri nodded, "She's right. We haven't a choice." Boris pointed to the tower, well visible from here. "It can only be a mile away at most. And it's a little over an hour before 7:00. Let's get moving."
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The clock tower was no closer, the desolation of walls and bridges forcing us to circle around and eat up time. It was now 7:30. I sighed as we passed under the shadow of a ruin, a chill coming on. "Guys…you sense that?" Yuri had already stopped, "You feel it as well? I thought it was just me." "Oh no, I feel that to," Boris hissed.
The air seemed colder and less dusty, but more…icy. I looked over to a pile of rocks, blackened by shadows. And then the rocks started moving. I screamed and pointed, the others seeing the rocks collaborating into boulders. Those took on a more organic shape. We all stepped back. A creature stepped out with us. The thing was black as night, but the shape sugguested something along the lines of a lion with the head of a snake and a spiked tail. …HOLY F****** S***, IT'S A F****** MANTICOR!
The d***** beast roared and leapt at us, killer claws almost taking Peirce's head off! We all dodged and scattered, white grabbing my arm and harshly forcing me back, "We have to go! We don't have time for this!" I looked at him, "What?! We can't just-!"
Boris grabbed my shoulder and took my attention, "C.J, I'll take that thing on. You and the others get to the tower before seven, ok?" the manticor lashed out at Yuri, who managed to dodge away from the claws and duck under the tail. But the thing was gaining ground. "No f****** way! I'm not abandoning you! I dragged you out here, your safeties my responsibility!" "I'm a big boy C.J, I can handle myself. I'll catch up, I promise!"
I wasn't allowed time to respond. White got an iron clad grip on my hand and dragged me away, calling the other three to follow. I stared at Boris as he ran between the manticor and the retreating us. He stretched out his arms, "Come at me, bro!" The creature roared and pounced at Boris, who nimbly tuck and rolled under the deadly strike.
"…You better not die Boris. I'll f****** haunt you…."
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The man watched as the Cheshire cat stayed to fight his little creation, allowing the others to run to the tower and leaving him alone. Perfect.
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