Getting healed by Laura once more alongside her worried warnings, I hastily dodged a glistening blade aid at my neck, "Can’t you just give the boy and forget all about this?". I asked with a wry smile.
Could this attempt be called cowardly?
Of course not!
It was best described as tactic, a very good one if I do say so myself.
"For you to be able to dodge my attacks so many tis, you’re definitely not simple". He muttered with a rare serious expression.
"Your ability to exploit openings – even the most minute ones, speak of your experience, yet you don’t exude bloodlust like the other warriors I have faced". He continued.
I was at a loss of words as he stopped attacking and started analysing like so battle junkie. I could’ve attacked him while he was yapping, but my skill couldn’t spot any opening while he just stood there.
It was like he was prepared for any offense or defense, even moreso than when he was fighting against .
I had no choice but to listen to him rambling, so I had to use that chance to locate the half dead bodies of the people I ca to save.
"I’ll have to ask for your head once more, to avoid any potential trouble for our organization". He added.
Looking at him with a deadpan expression as he bowed, I responded with a smile, "Thanks for the complints, but uhh no thanks".
A brief mont of silence ensued as he remained in a bowing position – to which I still couldn’t find any openings in, before he straightened up and faced with a crazed look on his eye.
Licking his lips, he replied, "As expected, I’ll have to take you more seriously now"
’Wait, Wait, Wait, he wasn’t going all out from the start?!’.
Taking a deep breath, he charged towards faster than my eyes could capture – talk less of my skills, and landed a punch much more lethal than the last ones we exchanged, precisely on my chest.
*Khwaaakk*
My heart nearly exploded due to the sheer shock that the punch exuded as I collided and broke a few trees – causing an extra layer of pain and discomfort.
Before I could get back on my feet, I caught a blurry figure from the corner of my eye and what looked like a foot connected with my temple and knocked unconscious for a solid second as I flew midair and crashed into the rubble of the temple.
’This.....is way above my paygrade’. I thought with a grimace as Laura’s healing energy basically made an unkillable roach.
Walking over calmly and picking by the collar, he said, "Your regeneration abilities are nearly on par with vampires, but what would happen if I didn’t give you a chance to?".
My body shuddered at his words, but I couldn’t respond under the barrage of punches he assaulted my body with.
My body regenerated and got pumled over and over again and I couldn’t differentiate pain from relief anymore. The warmth of the healing energy and the breaking of my teeth alongside bits of my gums felt the sa to .
’Urgh....Gigehd fjbd alokbsjvd’.
I received serious brain damage and couldn’t form coherent thoughts, my cheek bones dislocated more tis than I’d like to admit, I heard the sound of my eyes pop and the pain I felt could not be described with words, my respect for blind people rose to unbelievable levels and the suicidal thoughts I buried, reared their ugly heads once more.
"Bwahahahahaha, I’m enjoying this so much, co on!, don’t die yet!, I’m going to relish the sounds of your bones cracking and the spatter of your blood every ti I hit you!". With a maniacal laughter, I was punched more tis than I could count and the pain was amplified to amazing degrees.
"ENOUGH!!"
A loud voice akin to that of a god, descended over the area and the pressure it exuded could crush all the beings in a second.....it was a very familiar feeling.
"Laura, what are you doing?!". I scread frantically after removing the hand of the now pulverized assailant.
"I tried to watch and just heal, I really really did, but I couldn’t take it anymore!, especially when he started saying those repulsive things!". With the wind going increasingly violent with each word, Laura responded as she floated high in the sky and her eyes shone a deeper shade of red.
"Laura, I’m fine now, calm do–"
"Yes, you’re fine NOW, but what about later?, when I’m not here to protect you anymore, huh?, what happens then?" She interrupted with wide eyes as she gestured.
My eyebrows furrowed in mild annoyance and discomfort as I listened. Although she wasn’t wrong when she said I was far from potent in caring for myself, the idea of being protected all the ti didn’t sit right with .
"Just co down and let’s talk". I responded as calmly as possible as I gestured her to ease her anger.
After a solid minute, her eyes finally went back to the normal state and the surroundings beca less hazardous. Luckily, Greg and his guards were all safe from the onslaught and only the Crimson freaks were pressed into a bloody pulp.
Floating downwards after taking deep breaths and placing the people– whom we went through all this trouble for in the first place under the tree we stood under, Laura and I stared deep in our eyes for a long ti.
"This could cost you alot of trouble" . I started.
"I an, I’m thankful for you doing all this for , but you have to weigh the consequences of what you plan on doing before executing it".
"That’s not–"
"You’ve already used your powers on people before we ca down here, you used it on the henchn of that bastard but those tis were more.....covert"
"I will say this again, I am extrely thankful for having you in my life, but you always said you weren’t allowed to use your powers and breaking that rule could prove fatal or sothing right?"
".....I don’t care anymore"
"What?"
"I said I don’t care about the rules!, you’ve suffered so much – from your first kill, to continually being in situations that are far beyond your level, to nearly falling over the cliff of death continually!, it’s just one thing after the other and I’m sick and tired of watching and only healing when the damage has already been done".
I turned silent at Laura’s outburst, the wind blew silently, as if to break through the tension that was continually growing, "I can’t be under your wing the whole ti".
"You don’t have to be, I–I didn’t interfere all this while until now, and I’ll probably not do anything like this ever again, I promise."
"...Mmph"
A low groan sounded from behind us, breaking the tense emotions that threatened to spill out all the more.
"Clark.... what.... happened?".
Greg asked as he sat up groggily and took a long glance at his guards before turning back to face .
Holding his head with clenched teeth, Greg muttered with a strain in his voice, "I rember hearing your voice before I passed out....".
"Yeah, you were smashed into the ground alot of tis". I answered with a wry smile as I could still feel Laura’s gaze on .
"Where are the Crimson Blade mbers?". Greg asked with vigilance written all over his face.
’How do I explain this to him?, that my guardian angel squished him to death?’. I considered while facing the direction his eyes were.
’Oh, I guess I don’t have to explain’. I sighed in relief and anxiety as I watched Greg stand and walk wobbly to the spot where the maniac was squished.
He stared at the puddle of flesh and blood for a long while with an unreadable expression before turning his face slowly towards with hidden surprise in his eyes.
"Did...you do this to him?". He asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
’I hate misunderstandings the most, but I don’t see a way out of this one’. I sighed inwardly and replied, "Would you believe if I said he was crushed by a building?"
Greg stared at with a deadpan expression, clearly not buying my lie.
With a sigh, I answered, "Trust , I didn’t do this alone, heck, I’m not sure I did all that much work except from being beat up that is".
Greg studied for a while before responding, "Thank you for saving my life and that of those close to ".
His response caught off guard, I definitely didn’t expect him to drop the topic of an F rank supposedly killing an A rank with such ease – as depicted by the bloody ss of flesh, but I assud he attributed it to an extrely powerful treasure.
Little did I know that this incident would throw into a shit fest of massive degrees.
Carrying the unconscious Winston and the other dude who’s na i still don’t know, we made our way back to the surface of the hidden temple and the sight he t only left more questions than answers.
Dead bodies were strewn across the floor, the expected scent of blood was nowhere to be found – probably due to the fact that Laura’s outburst caused them to die on the spot.
Although he didn’t ask any questions and simply moved forward with his hand still on his blade, I could see the emotions in his eyes and the confusion deeply laden beneath all of them.
Sadly, I couldn’t – not was I ever sure I could ever tell him the truth about what happened here today and I was sure he got the ssage and maintained his silence.
A few minutes passed and we made it past the now destroyed gate of Brinehurst – which was more of a cetery than a town, after all the people died and the environnt forever corrupted by [Fear].
"Thank you, once again". Upon reaching my tree house, Greg bowed lightly once more, alongside his now conscious bodyguards who had confusion written all over their faces but gratitude still present in them.
"It’s not a big deal". I answered with a smile as I scratched the back of my head, ’It was a big deal!!!, ask how much you can repay , you rich kid!’.
"How can I repay you, and I will not take a no for am answer". Greg answered....my wishes that is.
’Oh, my sweet sweet Greg, I see the universe has nothing on you, huh’.
With a chuckle, I answered, "I wouldn’t mind a new weapon".
".....That would take so ti though". Greg muttered as he fell into deep thought.
"It’s fine, you can just give a skill book or sothing". I added.
"No, a new weapon is what you asked for and my life is definitely not below that". Greg rejected flatly.
Turning to the silent guard, he asked calmly, "Salem, do you still have that scythe that we took for evidence before being caught?"
The bodyguard nad Salem nodded slowly as he pulled out a scythe from the storage ring that he brought out from his mouth.
The blood red scythe shone in the setting sun and emanated a red hue that could make anyone lose himself in it’s sight. Tiny gems of similar color were spotted all over it and they each had a peculiar shape that added to the mystique of the scythe.
"It’s beautiful". I muttered absentmindedly as I stared at the scythe being held out to .
"And it’s yours, but this is nowhere near enough for the price of my life". Greg interjected calmly as I received the scythe with starry eyes.
"I, as the heir of the Vandemire family, solemnly grant you five wishes of your choice that you can use at any ti, no matter the consequences or situation for as long as you like".
My jaw dropped in surprise as I heard the shocking proclamation, ’Five wishes?!, I’m definitely going to live a good life in future with that in mind’.
A wide smile ford on my face and I leaned against a tree in an effort not to fall asleep due to the amount of stuff that happened.
"Thank you for your kindness". I answered tiredly
With a nod, Greg and his guards turned around and headed out of the forest, "I’ll be going back to my ho to tell them about what transpired here.....and rest assured your secret is safe with ".
’Bro, what secret are you talking about?!, you don’t know shit!’. I scread inwardly as I waved him goodbye with a smile on my face.
"Haa....that was exhausting". I sighed audibly as I walked into the tree house and laid on the average sized bark ground.
Laura flew out and sat next to with a grim expression on her face, "There’s a problem".
With a tired expression, I answered, "Of course there is".
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