A/N: Alright, friends. Chapter five, or chapter four, part 2, if you like. Chapter 6 will most likely be uploaded tomorrow with another character stat sheet at the end. Hope you enjoy. Oscar's origins in this is almost over.

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Chapter 5

Flight, part 2

Oscar continued to run down the road as fast as he could.

He didn't know where he was, but he knew that he had to get out of the village as soon as possible. He still couldn't see from all the smoke, and he was honestly glad for that.

He could still hear the sounds of screams and cries around him as well as the sounds of fighting. The fires were getting closer, too. And, he was starting to see bodies littering the road.

Not all were intact, either.

He was sure that a few of those bodies had been killed by the Grimm he faced. The others, he didn't know. He hoped it wasn't from fighting between the knights and the guard, but he could see silvered plate among the fallen as he past by.

He paused by an alleyway as he tried to catch his breath. Once more, he wished he hadn't been born so sickly. As he did so, one of the knight stumbled by grunting and thrashing about as a trio of goblins stabbed at him while they gibbered and clambered all over his armored form.

The group didn't see him, so lost they were in what they were doing.

Once they past him by Oscar continued on down the road. He needed to get out. And, he thought he knew how to.

His aunt had told him repeatedly that should things ever go bad for them in the village, for whatever reason, to escape through the hidden exit at the rear of of the village. Around where the warehouse used to be.

He ducked into another smoke-filled alleyway as he heard the sound of heavily armored feet clanking loudly, coming up behind him. He slumped down as low as he could to avoid being seen as he began to back down the alleyway slowly.

It was for naught.

"You can't hide, sorcerer! Not from me!" Shouted Axle then as he heard them approach ever closer. He froze briefly as he panicked at that.

Could they hear him? Could they track him somehow?

Oscar cupped a hand to his mouth as he tried to quietly back away, again, hoping the smoke would obscure him like earlier with the goblins. He was so close. So close. He couldn't be caught now.

Not now.

The clanking of armored men got closer and closer.

Then, there was a pause before a dark, hooded figure leaned into the alleyway. A grin appeared within the shroud of their hood as Axle then said, "Found you, Oscar Pine."

Oscar let out a small, sharp gasp as he shuffled backwards, holding his aunt's black walking stick towards the man as a further five members of the Order showed up behind him. Axle looked to either side at the knights before growling out, "Get. Him."

The knights rushed at him.

Oscar turned and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He panted, gasping for air in the oxygen-starved environment, as the men began to quickly catch up to him. His lungs burned, and his legs were already getting wobbly underneath him.

He could feel someone behind him.

There! The end of the alleyway.

He puffed for breath and focused on that last corner he needed to take, hoping to make it. He felt something shift inside as someone suddenly barked in alarm behind him.

And then he was there.

He ducked around the corner as he heard someone tumble to the cobblestones behind him in a clatter of steel, just as he rounded the corner. He didn't look back as he continued to rush forwards blindly, not knowing where he was.

Flames were everywhere now, lighting up his figure as he continued onwards.

He coughed and hacked as the smoke got thicker from all the fires. He blinked and put a hand up to shield his eyes from the glare, feeling himself starting to slow down again.

He was exhausted now. Even more so that before.

He tried to pick up the pace but was unable to. The smoke was getting too thick now to see through. It was getting harder to breathe easily, if at all. He stopped, hacking and gasping for air, before stumbling to his knees.

He looked around, tears in his eyes, as he heard screams, once more through the pounding in his ears.

Louder this time. So much louder.

He gasped then.

There were people, his fellow villagers, running about as they tried to either escape from or fight back against more goblins, and more of those black, wolf-like Grimm. Guards were fighting back desperately as their spouses and friends died around them.

Corpses littered the street. Only some of them were those of goblins. He found no corpses of Grimm.

"You there! Halt!"

Oscar looked over behind him to find a trio of knights dashing towards him. All had their tabards and armor splattered heavily with blood from helm to greaves and had their swords drawn as they ran on. The swords were equally drenched in blood.

Red blood. Human blood.

On his knees there Oscar looked towards the way he was going. He could just see the outer wall of the village. And somewhere, in that wall, was his way out.

He could make it. He had to make it. Karen had died for him, sacrificed herself. He couldn't die here. Not now.

He grunted, groaned, before struggling back to his feet. He wheezed, exhausted, as he pushed himself forwards once more. First one step and then another and another until he was full on running once more.

"Hey! I said stop! Halt!" The knights ordered from behind him.

He didn't looked back as he ran on. He had to make it!

He glanced up as he neared the wall, slowing as he searched for the passageway. Then he was jolted as something or someone bodied him. He gasped sharply as he briefly floated through the air before being slammed onto the flame-scoured road.

He grunted in pain before looking up to find the trio of knights above. They leveled their swords at him as the one on the right said to the other two. "It's him! He's the one we were looking for!"

The central knight nodded before drawing back his blade. "Understood. Prepare for death,malefactor."

Oscar swallowed as he lay there. Was this how it all ended? Like this? After everything he did to get of here? After Karen died for him? As his home burn around him?

No.

No, he refused to believe that.

He felt something, some magic thing inside him flood through his body as the anger took over. He focused, gathering it in his hand. It glowed with a greenish light. Then he threw it at the knight.

The man grunted then screamed, "Wha-aaaahhh!," as a glob of acid struck him in the face, burning through the metal face-plate to the flesh beneath.

He continued to scream in agony as he dropped his sword and grasped at his face as the acid began to eat through the flesh around his eyes. As for the eyes themselves, they were already melted goo.

His companions froze at his screams before rushing to his side. The one on the right gasped in horror before his hands began to glow as he placed them on the wounded knight's face. The one on the left once more pointed his blade at Oscar as he scrambled back to his feet.

"You dare!" He roared at Oscar then and stepped towards him. "You will pay for this atrocity with your life!"

Oscar took the walking stick in both hands before pointing it threateningly towards the knights much like a spear or staff. He swallowed as he shifted from side to side nervously, not sure whether to run again or hold his ground. He focused on the magic inside again as he realized that he was tired of running, feeling it course through his body.

The knight seemed to pause as he did so. He could see the man's eyes blink within his helm before he shook his head and charged at him, roaring wordlessly. Oscar tensed, bracing himself for the coming strike.

That's when the figure dropped down in between the two of them.

The knight stalled in his advance before backpedaling towards his companions at the figure's appearance. Oscar blinked as he looked up into a pair of almost luminescent silver eyes as they stared at him from under a red hood. The figure stared at him for a second before motioning him away with its hooded head.

He didn't hesitate as he turned and once more sprinted towards the wall. He glanced back once at the sound of screams. What he saw was terrifying as he saw the trio of knights being slaughtered by the red cloaked stranger as they swung around a gleaming silver scythe with ungodly speed and skill.

As the smoke obscured him, he lost sight of the carnage behind him. Before long the sounds of screams and fighting also stopped. He didn't look back again.

The gleam of silver eyes stalked towards him from within the smoke.

As he reached the wall he was stopped by the sudden appearance of a trio of goblins. They paused as they rushed out at him through a plume of smoke, almost like they couldn't quite see him standing there. They gibbered and chittered to each other in their own tongue before drawing their bloodstained knives and rushed at him again.

He dodged to one side before unleashing a spray of green fire at two of the goblins, setting them on fire. The third ducked under the flames and stabbed him, missing him by inches. He grasped Karen's walking stick in both hands, spun, and swung at the little green monster, cracking it in the head. It squealed in pain as it was flung away trailing black blood from its nose and ear.

It landed and didn't get back up. The other two screamed as they fell to the ground and rolled about, burning to death. He paused, holding his staff out in front of him, as he waited for something else, anything else, to occur.

Nothing did.

It took him a moment more before he began to relax. He lowered his staff, as he started calling Karen's walking stick, and sighed in relief.

But, before he could do anything else, with a cry of "Raaaaahhhh!" he was jumped on from behind by another goblin. Oscar cried out in surprise and pain as he felt a knife stabbed deep into his shoulder. He thrashed wildly before running at the wall and turning to knock the goblin into it. It "Eeped!" in pain as it was knocked off his back and fell to the ground, stunned.

Oscar shouted in pain as he struggled to grab at the dagger in his shoulder. Finally, he grasped it and tugged. He screamed, crying out from the pain, unable to pull it out. He breathes, grunted, gritted his teeth, and grasped the handle again and jerked at the blade. And again. A third time.

He gasped as the dagger was finally pulled free with a splurt of blood. He turned towards the goblin as it shook its head and began to struggle back to its feet. He threw the blade.

It struck the goblin in the head. It yipped harshly in pain and surprise before slumping over, dead.

He groaned as he fell back against the wall, clutching at the wound. Gasping for breath, he struggle to stand back up, still feeling the magical energy flowing around him, somehow.

He turned towards the wall and placed a hand on it, running it up and down as he staggered along. He ignored the sounds of more knights coming his way. He gasped for breath, the exhaustion getting worse.

Suddenly, a portion in the wall vanished under his hand. He almost tripped as he fell into a hidden passage. He turned at the sounds of shouting to find Axle and several more knight with him coming his way, far more than previously.

He gaped at that before turning and running down the passageway.

He never noticed the surprise on their faces as he fell into the secret passageway, or how the wall had shifted under his hand after it had glowed faintly beforehand.

/ /

Axle looked left and right, squinting through the heavy, black smoke for the sorcerer, but no. He had somehow vanished completely.

How?

"Sir Swan!" He called as he noticed the paladin of the Order. He walked over to see what the man was doing. He blinked as he realized what.

He was standing there, over the corpses of a trio of knights.

They had brutally mutilated. Their bodies chopped to pieces, almost. Axle felt his eye twitch at that.

How had that happened?

There should've been nothing here in the village that could kill any of his men, especially not when together. Guardsmen and goblins were no match for the knights of the Order.

He didn't know how to feel about that. Already this pit stop from their mission had reduced their original numbers from thirty down to ten. If not for the paladin, their sect's mission may have already ended in failure.

"My lord?" he asked as he came to stand by his side. "We have lost the trail. What do we do now?

"It doesn't matter." The paladin said in reply and put his helm back on after offering a quiet prayer to the fallen. "We'll run him down soon enough."

Then he turned and stalked to the rear gate to the back of the village. It had been broken open from the outside, probably from the goblins as they attacked.

The question once again was how?

/ /

They never noticed the red cloaked figure watching them from one of the few rooftops left. Their cloak billowing out behind them in the wind, their silver eyes flashing briefly.

Then they disappeared as they leaped away, following after Oscar's trail.

A/N: I was going to add another, hopefully awesome fight sequence in this, but I decided to save it for the next one. Wanted to give Oscar a moment to shine after everything that had gone down.

See you guys tomorrow, hopefully.

Essiter out.