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Imma start labeling my chapters now...Enjoy! I think you will... :yes:
Confrontations
Alex crept slowly through the bushes and snow. The moon rose high and shone bright. Drake and Hanna stood next to him, peering through the foliage at the town. The streets they could see were rather empty. None wanting to brave through the cold of January.
It was a wonder they weren't freezing. Perhaps adrenaline kept it off their mind or other circumstances. But with the thought, Alex felt the sides of his head chill. He pulled his black knit cap down lower.
Aaron and Pratt appeared out of the forests near the pawn shop. A pile of crates was set up outside, and the two bounded on top of them and to the top of a building. Alex saw that Pratt had found a large branch and carried it as a club. Pratt had issues with climbing up, but he was able to get up with Aaron's help.
Aaron turned to Alex and shot an arrow their way. The signal they were ready. Still silent, the three maneuvered their way closer to the town. The snow made their tracks obvious, so they would need to keep moving. From behind the corner of a building, Alex spied a silhouette walking through the streets alone, heading straight for the group. Aaron looked down to them, already having an arrow notched. Alex nodded, and Aaron pulled his bow straut, aimed, and released.
The arrow hit its target, but the thing yelped rather loudly. A spotlight flashed on, and Alex noticed a watchtower witch had been concealed by the darkness. The light shot down at them, blinding Alex. A siren blared loudly, and all at once, the town came to life.
Demon after demon came charging outside of the homes and stores. Alex sprinted down a street as fast as he could. Drake kept close behind, his sword unsheathed. Alex had completely forgotten about his weapon, and whipped out the one Balron had given to him. The sword seemed to radiate with light, the metal reflecting ever so perfectly.
Alex halted and spun quickly. There were perhaps seven immediately behind him. Alex charged at them, swinging his sword through the chest of the smallest. The man moved, but the blade went through his shoulder and Alex pushed it the rest of the way out. Drake came forward, and met the largest of the remaining six. This one lit his sword on fire with his own hands. The two sparred whilst Alex met the other five.
One managed to dodge Alex's initial stab and kicked out Alex's leg out from under him. Alex fell to the frozen ground. He opened his eyes just in time to see a glint flash in the moonlight. Alex rolled to the side, feeling the top of his head become surprisingly cold. The man who knocked him down was about to attack again until he hesitated and looked to Alex in horror.
Alex stabbed him through this pause, as Drake did to the pyro he dealt with. Alex looked down to see the reason of the sudden fear. His hat had frozen to the icy ground in the short while he had been down there. Two of the fighters ran off, screaming something about a White Hero. The other two saw their opportunity to become great, and came at Alex at the same time.
Alex parried their attacks as sweat rolled down his cheek. He grew exhausted and eventually became sloppy. He thrusted his sword deep through the abdomen of the weaker fighter, but was unable to rip his sword free before the stronger shoved him to the ground. Alex stared up at the demon, dreams of riches and fame in his blue eyes.
Just as he was about to swing down, the tip of a sword sprouted from his chest. His body was kicked down violently, and Drake helped Alex up. Drake laughed a little in relief, as did Alex. But then the White Hero looked around. "Where is Hanna?" He asked, his smile diminishing.
"We lost her and the air support after we were caught." Drake said, slowly.
Understanding that the mission must go on, Alex ran forward. He noticed a strange oddity in the sky, that it was darker in an area, no stars revealed themselves. "Another tower..." he whispered. Upon approaching it, Alex realized it was not a watchtower. The one they found was shorter, and this one was rather crudely built. As if it was built for some new purpose...
Alex sheathed his sword and vaulted up to a beam. He pulled himself up and bid for Drake to follow. He pulled himself up repeatedly, in some locations a narrow pathway could be used to go around the small square.
Drake looked down and snapped for Alex to look. They could see most of town from that point. The bar, the mansion, the ruins of the library. It was all there.
A shriek brought them back to reality. The voice was high and shrill, although it didn't sound like Nathan. But that was most likely because the kid always spoke like an adult. Now, that he was fearful, his voice ought to sound like a child's.
Alex climbed to the top, and large planks were extended out from the point. Two figures stood atop the tower, one small and tied up to two posts. The other feminine and holding something silver. "Alex!" The small one cried out.
Ebony turned with a smirk. "Good. I was afraid you would miss the show."
The light made Hanna look away, and the siren drowned out any other sounds. She hardly noticed when Alex and Drake took off. But by then it was too late to run like they did. So typical of them to leave her to do the work.
Hanna looked up and saw a fat man running out of a shop. He got down on all fours and jumped through the air. Large leather wings erupted from his back, and carried him with struggle. He went for Aaron, but Pratt was there and smashed the flying man-beast with his club.
The girl turned her attention back to the street, and charged forward. She bounded off of a wall, sinking her sword deep into the back of some woman's neck. Hanna ripped her sword out and put it back into the stomach of another. The demon crumpled forward and she pulled it back out.
"Where is Alex?" Pratt called out in his thunderous deep voice.
"He and Drake ran off. Stick with the plan! We keep going on until we reach the mansion!" She ordered him. She continued forward, faster than the other two. Trying to run along rooftops is hard. Doing it with one arm, near impossible. Luckily Pratt was strong enough to lift himself most of the way up. Aaron could help with the rest of the struggle.
Hanna kept going on, and the demons seemed apprehensive about fighting her now. "The White Hero of the gods has come..." she heard some say, before Aaron shot an arrow surprising them. They quit their chatter and attacked. Hanna cut down two, Aaron the other.
Hanna spied the mansion ahead and moved closer to the shadows. Aaron and Pratt were unable to see her. At the alley by the mansion, Ebony was jerked to the side. Two shadows passed overhead of her, her allies unaware that she stopped there. Hanna felt the grip tighten, and she cried out. She looked straight into the face of her attacker, and Winston "Dagger" Cunningham looked back at her in malice.
Jazz shivered in the night. Adrian kept saying how they had no chance, his dry wit humoured her a little. Their part of the plan was simple. They were more of a last resort solution. If the others were incapable of getting to the mansion in time, they would be the ones to get there. Jazz looked at the town, and felt the pistol in her pocket. She felt better having one back now.
"We go in a moment." Adrian whispered. Almost immediately, the light of a watchtower flicked on and the quiet siren let out through the air. Jazz took that as their cue, and leaped off the ground. She bounded through the snow and heard Adrian following. They came to the street, which was near baron. The town was all lead to the others, the plan going through perfectly. They heard the sound of fighting nearby but ignored it. Fighting wasn't their job.
A Throat intercepted them from nowhere, and Jazz aimed her pistol at his neck and fired, almost immediately. She was trained by Ajax to be the most skilled with a gun, and she showed it. Adrian carried a sword, yet still let his shotgun hang from his back. It was better against a large beast, but right now a sword would be more silent. The Throat fell dead, and the two continued forward.
"Nice shot. Maybe we can make it out of here alive." Adrian joked, and Jazz had to laugh. Adrian was serious back in the tunnels, so perhaps all the fresh air was getting to his head. She laughed a little to loud, and a Dog came immediately. Jazz hadn't noticed it, and the beast tackled her to the ground. Adrian whacked at its hairy flesh, allowing Jazz to get out from beneath it.
It turned its attention to the threat, leaving Jazz alone. The Dog managed to dodge Adrian's sword, its face snarling with the need to kill. Jazz reached to her pocket, realizing her gun rolled away in the scrabble with the thing. Adrian backed up against a wall and took out his gun. The Dog smacked it from his hands, leaving Adrian defenseless.
Jazz threw a rock at the Dog's face. The thing growled and turned back to her. It bounded forward and Jazz dove towards the ground. She rolled forward and grabbed the pistol. She whirled around, and shot the thing as it was diving forward. She felt the blood splatter on her, but she didn't mind.
They sprinted the rest of the way, keeping to the shadows and remaining hidden. Adrian was the first to notice the mansion, and he went ahead of her. He burst through the front doors, while Jazz stayed back for a second.
"How you doing?" A deep voice called down. Jazz looked up and saw her friend, Pratt.
"Better than you." She replied, smiling.
"Uh, Pratt tell her someone is in there..."she heard Aaron call out. "Someone besides Adrian...I can't tell who."
"What!?" Jazz sprinted in through the doors, and bumped into Adrian. They fell to the ground, and they looked up at a hooded figure. Jazz scrambled up, and pointed her gun at the figure. "Who are you!?" She demanded.
"You can call me StoneHeart. But I believe you know me by a different name." The woman removed her hood, and her dark curls tumbled down. Adrian took a step back, and his eyes widened. They knew who StoneHeart was...but that was not the person they imagined as her.
"Maria..." Adrian croaked out with voice of someone with a broken soul. "What have they done to you?"
Alex crept slowly through the bushes and snow. The moon rose high and shone bright. Drake and Hanna stood next to him, peering through the foliage at the town. The streets they could see were rather empty. None wanting to brave through the cold of January.
It was a wonder they weren't freezing. Perhaps adrenaline kept it off their mind or other circumstances. But with the thought, Alex felt the sides of his head chill. He pulled his black knit cap down lower.
Aaron and Pratt appeared out of the forests near the pawn shop. A pile of crates was set up outside, and the two bounded on top of them and to the top of a building. Alex saw that Pratt had found a large branch and carried it as a club. Pratt had issues with climbing up, but he was able to get up with Aaron's help.
Aaron turned to Alex and shot an arrow their way. The signal they were ready. Still silent, the three maneuvered their way closer to the town. The snow made their tracks obvious, so they would need to keep moving. From behind the corner of a building, Alex spied a silhouette walking through the streets alone, heading straight for the group. Aaron looked down to them, already having an arrow notched. Alex nodded, and Aaron pulled his bow straut, aimed, and released.
The arrow hit its target, but the thing yelped rather loudly. A spotlight flashed on, and Alex noticed a watchtower witch had been concealed by the darkness. The light shot down at them, blinding Alex. A siren blared loudly, and all at once, the town came to life.
Demon after demon came charging outside of the homes and stores. Alex sprinted down a street as fast as he could. Drake kept close behind, his sword unsheathed. Alex had completely forgotten about his weapon, and whipped out the one Balron had given to him. The sword seemed to radiate with light, the metal reflecting ever so perfectly.
Alex halted and spun quickly. There were perhaps seven immediately behind him. Alex charged at them, swinging his sword through the chest of the smallest. The man moved, but the blade went through his shoulder and Alex pushed it the rest of the way out. Drake came forward, and met the largest of the remaining six. This one lit his sword on fire with his own hands. The two sparred whilst Alex met the other five.
One managed to dodge Alex's initial stab and kicked out Alex's leg out from under him. Alex fell to the frozen ground. He opened his eyes just in time to see a glint flash in the moonlight. Alex rolled to the side, feeling the top of his head become surprisingly cold. The man who knocked him down was about to attack again until he hesitated and looked to Alex in horror.
Alex stabbed him through this pause, as Drake did to the pyro he dealt with. Alex looked down to see the reason of the sudden fear. His hat had frozen to the icy ground in the short while he had been down there. Two of the fighters ran off, screaming something about a White Hero. The other two saw their opportunity to become great, and came at Alex at the same time.
Alex parried their attacks as sweat rolled down his cheek. He grew exhausted and eventually became sloppy. He thrusted his sword deep through the abdomen of the weaker fighter, but was unable to rip his sword free before the stronger shoved him to the ground. Alex stared up at the demon, dreams of riches and fame in his blue eyes.
Just as he was about to swing down, the tip of a sword sprouted from his chest. His body was kicked down violently, and Drake helped Alex up. Drake laughed a little in relief, as did Alex. But then the White Hero looked around. "Where is Hanna?" He asked, his smile diminishing.
"We lost her and the air support after we were caught." Drake said, slowly.
Understanding that the mission must go on, Alex ran forward. He noticed a strange oddity in the sky, that it was darker in an area, no stars revealed themselves. "Another tower..." he whispered. Upon approaching it, Alex realized it was not a watchtower. The one they found was shorter, and this one was rather crudely built. As if it was built for some new purpose...
Alex sheathed his sword and vaulted up to a beam. He pulled himself up and bid for Drake to follow. He pulled himself up repeatedly, in some locations a narrow pathway could be used to go around the small square.
Drake looked down and snapped for Alex to look. They could see most of town from that point. The bar, the mansion, the ruins of the library. It was all there.
A shriek brought them back to reality. The voice was high and shrill, although it didn't sound like Nathan. But that was most likely because the kid always spoke like an adult. Now, that he was fearful, his voice ought to sound like a child's.
Alex climbed to the top, and large planks were extended out from the point. Two figures stood atop the tower, one small and tied up to two posts. The other feminine and holding something silver. "Alex!" The small one cried out.
Ebony turned with a smirk. "Good. I was afraid you would miss the show."
The light made Hanna look away, and the siren drowned out any other sounds. She hardly noticed when Alex and Drake took off. But by then it was too late to run like they did. So typical of them to leave her to do the work.
Hanna looked up and saw a fat man running out of a shop. He got down on all fours and jumped through the air. Large leather wings erupted from his back, and carried him with struggle. He went for Aaron, but Pratt was there and smashed the flying man-beast with his club.
The girl turned her attention back to the street, and charged forward. She bounded off of a wall, sinking her sword deep into the back of some woman's neck. Hanna ripped her sword out and put it back into the stomach of another. The demon crumpled forward and she pulled it back out.
"Where is Alex?" Pratt called out in his thunderous deep voice.
"He and Drake ran off. Stick with the plan! We keep going on until we reach the mansion!" She ordered him. She continued forward, faster than the other two. Trying to run along rooftops is hard. Doing it with one arm, near impossible. Luckily Pratt was strong enough to lift himself most of the way up. Aaron could help with the rest of the struggle.
Hanna kept going on, and the demons seemed apprehensive about fighting her now. "The White Hero of the gods has come..." she heard some say, before Aaron shot an arrow surprising them. They quit their chatter and attacked. Hanna cut down two, Aaron the other.
Hanna spied the mansion ahead and moved closer to the shadows. Aaron and Pratt were unable to see her. At the alley by the mansion, Ebony was jerked to the side. Two shadows passed overhead of her, her allies unaware that she stopped there. Hanna felt the grip tighten, and she cried out. She looked straight into the face of her attacker, and Winston "Dagger" Cunningham looked back at her in malice.
Jazz shivered in the night. Adrian kept saying how they had no chance, his dry wit humoured her a little. Their part of the plan was simple. They were more of a last resort solution. If the others were incapable of getting to the mansion in time, they would be the ones to get there. Jazz looked at the town, and felt the pistol in her pocket. She felt better having one back now.
"We go in a moment." Adrian whispered. Almost immediately, the light of a watchtower flicked on and the quiet siren let out through the air. Jazz took that as their cue, and leaped off the ground. She bounded through the snow and heard Adrian following. They came to the street, which was near baron. The town was all lead to the others, the plan going through perfectly. They heard the sound of fighting nearby but ignored it. Fighting wasn't their job.
A Throat intercepted them from nowhere, and Jazz aimed her pistol at his neck and fired, almost immediately. She was trained by Ajax to be the most skilled with a gun, and she showed it. Adrian carried a sword, yet still let his shotgun hang from his back. It was better against a large beast, but right now a sword would be more silent. The Throat fell dead, and the two continued forward.
"Nice shot. Maybe we can make it out of here alive." Adrian joked, and Jazz had to laugh. Adrian was serious back in the tunnels, so perhaps all the fresh air was getting to his head. She laughed a little to loud, and a Dog came immediately. Jazz hadn't noticed it, and the beast tackled her to the ground. Adrian whacked at its hairy flesh, allowing Jazz to get out from beneath it.
It turned its attention to the threat, leaving Jazz alone. The Dog managed to dodge Adrian's sword, its face snarling with the need to kill. Jazz reached to her pocket, realizing her gun rolled away in the scrabble with the thing. Adrian backed up against a wall and took out his gun. The Dog smacked it from his hands, leaving Adrian defenseless.
Jazz threw a rock at the Dog's face. The thing growled and turned back to her. It bounded forward and Jazz dove towards the ground. She rolled forward and grabbed the pistol. She whirled around, and shot the thing as it was diving forward. She felt the blood splatter on her, but she didn't mind.
They sprinted the rest of the way, keeping to the shadows and remaining hidden. Adrian was the first to notice the mansion, and he went ahead of her. He burst through the front doors, while Jazz stayed back for a second.
"How you doing?" A deep voice called down. Jazz looked up and saw her friend, Pratt.
"Better than you." She replied, smiling.
"Uh, Pratt tell her someone is in there..."she heard Aaron call out. "Someone besides Adrian...I can't tell who."
"What!?" Jazz sprinted in through the doors, and bumped into Adrian. They fell to the ground, and they looked up at a hooded figure. Jazz scrambled up, and pointed her gun at the figure. "Who are you!?" She demanded.
"You can call me StoneHeart. But I believe you know me by a different name." The woman removed her hood, and her dark curls tumbled down. Adrian took a step back, and his eyes widened. They knew who StoneHeart was...but that was not the person they imagined as her.
"Maria..." Adrian croaked out with voice of someone with a broken soul. "What have they done to you?"