pyThanks again guys! Sorry for the wait on the next chapter, I was going to add more but it's already long enough and I think you guys have waited long enough lol Anyway, here it is. Hope you like it!
Chapter 35 - 10 Years In The Making Rose’s P.O.V It was dark; pitch black, to be more precise. I had no idea where we were going, we were just stumbling blindly through the middle of a tunnel located within what seemed to be an abandoned mine.
Well, I guess I was actually the one doing the stumbling, Jake was of course pacing down it with ease, probably not missing a single detail of the tunnel’s interior (thanks to his dragon vision). I walked straight behind him, clinging onto his jacket, determined not to let go, not wanting to get lost in this tunnel.
I didn’t really believe that would happen though. Jake would probably notice I was gone and come looking for me. I mean, I know I’d hurt him just now, but he couldn’t possibly hate me. He was making it clear that he was unhappy about what I’d said though.
He was walking forward, straight ahead at a relatively fast pace, not acknowledging me, not letting me know when there were dips or bumps, or rocks you could trip over ahead in the tunnel. He was hot right now.
I decided to just try and give him a moment or two to cool off, before I said anything. The last thing we needed right now was to be divided. The two of us had very slim chances of making it through that Huntslair and safely to Jeff unharmed, I’d hate to see the ramifications if we weren’t working together and doing everything in our power to watch each others backs.
So, as we continued forward through the tunnel, I suddenly began to notice something in front of me. It was Jake. I mean, I know he’d been there the whole time, but I was suddenly starting to see him now.
The image of Jake’s body trudging ahead of me slowly grew clearer and clearer, and it wasn’t long before I could make him out perfectly. By then I’d figured that it must’ve been something more then just my eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness.
I stared down at my wrist and there it was. Burning like a roaring flame. Which it might as well have been, lighting up the area of the tunnel in which I stood like a lamp on a night-fallen street. Jake (who was either being ignorant, or just couldn’t see because of his dragon vision) didn’t notice.
“Jak-" I began trying to get his attention. But suddenly something flashed through my brain fast, a blurred, discreet image of what looked like a cell and a feeble body lying helplessly upon a very makeshift looking bed. “Jake?” I suddenly said, pulling him to stop, feeling an aching sensation begin to come over my scar again. “What is it Rose?” he replied, turning to face me.
Suddenly, I saw before my eyes another image of Jeff sitting in the middle of the cell. It was a lot clearer and easier to make this time, and it wasn’t alone. It was soon followed by another, and another, vision after vision of that same cell, and the same three souls that had stalked the presence of that cell for years past. I dropped to my knees and clutched my scar; the pain running through it was indescribable, shear agony. One of the worst things I’d felt in my entire life.
“Rose? What’s wrong?!” Jake said fear and concern beginning to rise in his voice, as he saw what was happening to me. I tried to open my mouth to say something to Jake, but I couldn’t.
It was almost like it was wired shut. I felt too scared to even move, as the burn in my wrist continued as I saw more images of Jeff. Images of him being held captive and being tormented by Shaun and the Huntsman in that cell at about 7 years of age, then about 10, 11, and then 13. Until finally the last image I saw was of a 16 year old Jeff suddenly crack, consumed by the evil spirit inside of him.
Jeff becoming the devil and viciously attacking Shaun and the Huntsman, before breaking out of the cell and killing any Huntsman that stood in his path. Then suddenly, everything calmed and the burning upon my Hunts scar gradually died away, as that first image flashed through my mind one last time, the image of Jeff lying upon the bed in his cell, staring at the ceiling, as if searching for help. I suddenly felt, Jake’s hand over mine and the image melted away from my mind as I looked to see Jake on his knees in front of me.
“It’s Jeff,” I said “They’re holding him captive somewhere in the lair. In a prison cell,” “How do you know all this?” Jake asked, turning to face me (even though it didn’t really make a difference.) “I don’t,” I said back “I’m just having flashes. But I think Jeff is trying to contact me through his mark. I think it’s true…” “C’mon,” Jake said, gripping my hand tighter and heading through the tunnel at a faster pace. “Where is he in the lair? Do you know?” he asked as we made our way further through the darkness. “No,” I said “But it’s the cell he was held in before, when the Huntsclan were trying to summon the devil out of him.” “Oh yeah…” Jake replied, and cleared his throat as if going to continue. But he said nothing more.
I guess he was as uncertain of how we could act in this situation as I was, it certainly seemed that way. He just stared around the bare, empty tunnel as if lost not only for ideas, but unsure of where to go or what to do.
But then suddenly he stared back at me and then stared my hand, more specifically, the birthmark upon it, coiling down my wrist and stretching across my palm.
“Well,” Jake continued eventually “Why don’t you lead us the rest of the way?” ”Me?” I replied “But I can’t. We’re in the middle of a pitch black tunnel, I can’t see a thing. That’s why you’re leading us, because you’re the one with the dragon powers.”
“Yes, but dragon powers will only allow me to see in the darkness, but what difference will that make if I don’t know which way to go? You know which way to go. Jeff will guide you. Forget how we planned it, there’s no time left. We’ve got to get out of there right now! Here’s what I’m going to do. Run in there like hell and take down any guard in my sight. So maybe (while I have the guards distracted) you can go and try to help Jeff out of his cell.”
“But I don’t know where he is…” I started “Yes, you do” Jake replied “I told you. Follow your mark. If you really do trust that thing it should lead you there fine.” “Okay…” I said, though a strong sense of uncertainty flowed through me. Could I really put my trust into this mark? Could I trust it with Jeff’s life and maybe even mine? I swallowed in nervously, it was a weird feeling and one I was very unfamiliar too (being nervous). It hardly ever happened to me, but right now I really was nervous.
The rest of the walk through the tunnel was as slow and miserable as it had been for the first half, though I felt a lot more comfortable now that I was certain Jake was keeping an eye out for me. I walked along with him through the rest of the tunnel, his hand in mine, as we guided each other carefully the rest of the way. My source of navigation and Jake’s source of sight in darkness; it was the perfect combination and it wasn’t much longer before we’d reached the end.
“Ready?” Jake said, as we both lay upon the ground at the end of the tunnel, hiding away in the darkness that was left of the night before, trying desperately to avoid the early morning sun rays breaking through the dark sky like a stone upon the surface of water.
“Yeah…” I replied, still feeling a bit unconfident about putting my trust into the mark. After all, it was the mark of the Huntsclan the only thing that remained of my past as Huntsgirl.
“Don’t worry,” Jake said, sensing what I was feeling and looking over at me “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” And with that he reassuringly took my hand and squeezed it gently, fixatedly resting his dark eyes upon mine.
“Are you sure you don’t know how you feel?” he said eventually, after a few moments in the dead still silence “Not even a little..?” “I guess there’s only one way to know for sure…” I said before he slowly began to lean in towards me.
He was still holding my hand as his lips brushed softly against mine, his other was freely roaming upon my shoulder blades, then further up the back of my neck, and then he was running it gently through my hair. I wrapped my arms around him and continued to kiss him passionately as he gently caressed my body with his free hand.
He held me so lovingly, and when he kissed it was like he left no emotion, no feeling of pure love was left out of the kiss. I had never been kissed like this before. It was almost like I was looking into Jake’s soul and his actions were telling me every slight detail of how he felt about me, and when he pulled away, I was speechless.
The breath had been taken right out of me, and I stared at him in utter amazement. Jake had never being lying, everything Jake said, everything he told me he felt about me was true and I could tell, just by the way Jake had kissed me and held me, it was almost like he thought he wouldn’t make it our alive and this would be, not only our last kiss, but his last opportunity to let me know everything he felt about me. And know I knew…
“Listen,” Jake said eventually, still holding my hand in his “No matter how hard it looks like things are getting, I don’t want you to help me. Don’t look back, just keep running. I can’t save Jeff, you have to, and that won’t be easy unless you’re alive…” “Okay…”
“Give me 5 seconds,” he continued “And then go,” he leant in and gave me one last kiss, one that this time really did feel like our last kiss, and as I stared back at him I felt my eyes beginning to sting and burn, as tears of concern and fear formed within them.
“I’m sorry Rose,” Jake said, taking his hand gently against my face and carefully wiping the falling tear from my cheek. It wasn’t long after that, that he turned and started headed towards the entrance of the Huntslair.
It was then, that I felt the sense of fear in me grow even stronger as I watched him run out into what felt like no mans land, I suddenly realised that could be the last time I ever saw Jake, I suddenly realised what was quite possible the most obvious consequence of this whole endeavour… We might not make it out of here alive.
The thought of dying flashed through my mind quickly, and then I saw Jake fighting of guards in the middle of the entrance to the Huntslair and before I knew it I was running, running faster then I could ever remember going.
A few more seconds passed and I could suddenly hear the sound of the battle behind growing stronger, even though I was getting further and further away from it with each passing moment, and then I heard a sound that made my heart feel like it had stopped.
I could tell Jake was struggling, just by the expression in his grunts behind me, he sounded like he was getting tired and it wasn’t long before those grunts of fatigue turned to grunts and cries of anguish. He didn’t seem to be defending himself too well. I could hear the sound of thick, hard thuds echoing behind me, the cries of Jake, the cries of unfamiliar voices (the guards voices hopefully) and the worst part of it all was, I couldn’t turn back to help Jake.
I couldn’t even look over my shoulder to see what was going on. There was little time left, and every second was precise. Not only that, but if you took your eye off of the ball for one second, it could cost you your life. I wanted to get Jeff out of here alive, and I didn’t want to make any stupid mistakes, yet I couldn’t stand to leave Jake behind, especially when he sounded like he was in trouble.
I just continued to head down the hallway, as fast as I could go, feeling helpless. Thankfully, I pulled myself through a door and into another room. I leant up against the wall momentarily to catch my breath, hoping, preying that Jake was okay. I pulled up the glove on my right hand and stared down upon my scar. It was glowing, and I could feel it stinging too. I was onto something… Jeff was here, somewhere…
Jeff’s P.O.V I stared around the cell carefully, desperately searching for any means of escape. My plan was simple, every few minutes the guard on duty would leave the cell corridor to end his shift, and another would arrive to start begin his shift a minute or two later.
In that time, I would have to (somehow) create a diversion that would draw the guard into the cell and then attack him unexpectedly, hopefully, taking him out of the picture. The only problem was, I didn’t know how I could create this diversion, and I wasn’t too sure how I could deal with the guard either. So now, I was carefully studying my surroundings and trying to think of ways in how I could use them to distract the guard. So far, I’d had no luck.
The cell was pretty bare. The same dull, four concrete walls you’d see in most cells. Nothing really stood out to me that I could use as a weapon or distraction. The main thing really was the bed which I was lying on now, my head rested against the hard pillow. I’d planned to hang the sheets out the window to signal Jake and Rose that I was here. But that would get spotted by guards easily, and I wanted to escape, not call for help.
Other then the bed there was the toilet. One that looked as old and as poorly kept as the rest of the cell. I knew one thing though, and that was that the flush did work (most of the ones from the other cells were faulty). I wasn’t sure how I could use that to my advantage though.
I’d also noticed that on the floor, across from the cell door sat an empty tray and some crockery (from a meal of a past cellmate, I could only assume). It was sitting there in the corner; it had never been taken away, even though it looked weeks old. Rats would come in at times and eat from what was left of the food in the bowl. It was gross, clearly more callous, inhumane torture which had no doubt been the orders of the Huntsman.
I thought maybe I could use the tray itself as a weapon, but that he had planned for that. All the crockery, cutlery and even the tray itself were made from what looked like soft aluminum, which was not hard or stable enough to use as a weapon. If I tried to hit someone with the tray, it would probably just gent bent out of shape and not really injure the guard at all.
I pulled myself off of the bed and onto my feet, and trudged over to the toilet staring helplessly down into it. As if hoping to find the answer hidden away in the murky water. “It’s too bad there aren’t any germaphob Huntsclan members,” I said, joking to myself “I could just hurl some of the toilet water onto them to freak them out.”
I chuckled at that thought, but then suddenly a light in the back of my mind went off and I had the idea that could very well have been what saved my life. “What if the water was…” I said to myself “Hot? Hot enough to burn skin?” “I could throw it onto the guard when he came into the room and scold him.” I continued “Which would give me the time to escape…”
It was suddenly all clear to me now, all I had to do was grab some of the water from the toilet (with the bowl) and use my dragon fire to heat it up. When it was hot enough, I could just throw it onto the guard to burn them. But then I came back to the first problem. How would I draw the guard into the cell?
‘C’mon, c’mon,’ I thought, my mind raging “Think! Think!” my brain was practically screaming inside of me, like it was something that was really obvious, really care. I just couldn’t see it yet.
Suddenly, I suddenly heard the footsteps of the guard echoing slowly down the corridor, growing fainter and fainter by the second. I ran over to the cell door and stared out to the corridor, just in time to catch a glimpse of the guard leaving through the door.
‘Sh*t!’ I thought my heart beginning to race. The guards were switching shifts right now! I had to come out with my attack and fast. I didn’t know if this opportunity would arise for me again (As I said the shift changes seemed to be pretty random.)
So out of complete instinct, I grabbed the bed’s pillow in my hand, ran over to the toilet, stuffed it down there as far as it would go and pulled the chord activating the flush. Praying that the plan I had devised in only a few seconds would work. But it did, just as I had predicted the pillow clogged up the drain and caused the toilet bowl to overflow.
I quickly grabbed the bowl and stood by the toilet, collecting any of the water that flowed over the edges. When my bowl was full, I rushed back over to the bed and lay down on it, my back to the guards, leaning over the bowl so the guard could not see it.
With that, I fired a small fireball into the palm of my hand and sat up (still with my back to the cell door, just in case the replacement guard came in and saw me), holding it underneath the bowl and slowly, heating up the water.
I didn’t know how long it would take; I hadn’t had to boil much water in the past and certainly not in life or death situations. But hopefully, it would heat enough before a new guard returned. Luckily for me, the sound of the hissing and bubbling from the water boiling in my bowl was drowned out by the sound of the flowing heavily from the clogged toilet.
It didn’t really talk much longer for me to suddenly notice that the water was boiling. There was thick steam rising from the bowl, which now felt hot and was scolding (even in my hands).
I then pulled it back onto the bed with me, trying to cover it, yet lay still and the same time so it seemed like I was asleep. I lay there in silence for what was probably only a few minutes (even though it seemed to last an eternity) before the new guard would come in to begin his shift. I eventually heard the sound of the doors hinges creaking, followed by a few footsteps.
“Let the Huntsman know the boy has only a few hours left to make his decision.” I heard his voice ring from the end of the corridor, a very familiar voice. A voice I’d heard not too long ago; and then suddenly it hit me.
Earlier that night, he’d been the guard I heard mention my mother and the fact that she was supposably alive. I still didn’t know if I truly believed this guy, but nonetheless when I knew he was here I suddenly felt a determination inside of me desperate to get answers from him, and to get them now. Lucky for me, I would be.
“What the hell is this?” the guard, seeing the water flowing out from my cell and onto the floor beneath him. He stared into the cell and noticed the puddles beginning to flow upon the hard, concrete floor. I lay as still as possible, my only movement was my chest slowly raising and lowering as I breathed in and out. I could feel his eyes lying upon me, and didn't want him to figure out I was pretending, I didn't want him to find me out.
“Oh Christ, that dumb-ass kid must’ve clogged the toilet” he said to himself, fumbling through his pockets and eventually producing a set of keys. He picked one and slid it into the keyhole of the cell, sliding the door open.
He'd fallen right into my trap now and I waited for just the right moment to strike. The moment he'd stepped into the cell I slid onto my feet, the guard practically jumped out of his skin (thinking I was asleep) once I was up, I lunged forward with the bowl of water, casting it upon the guards uniform, splashing it onto his chest and across his face. He immediately shrieked out in anguish, clasping one hand onto his face and the over upon his now scorching, wet uniform.
"What do you know about my mom?" I said to the guard forcefully, clenching the material around the neck of his Huntsclan uniform tightly. "Where is she?" I continued. "There's nothing to tell..." he cried out in between his winces of anguish from the boiling water still burning through his skin. I kicked him hard across the ribs, annoyed by his response.
“Don’t lie to me!” I shrieked at the cringing body lying before me “I’ve had enough of that in my life already! Now, where is my-“ and then I stopped suddenly. Freezing at the sound of a sudden movement. Footsteps, to be more specific. Inching their way further and further towards the door, leading into the cellblock.
“Don’t move!” I ordered the guard, before slowly moving out the cell door and into the corridor, standing in front of the door. Watching it carefully, I raised my arms at the sight of the doorknob slowly twisting round, ready to defend myself from whoever came through it. Scythe, the Huntsman, a guard coming to change shifts with this one, I really didn’t know who to expect. But it wouldn’t have mattered what I guessed. It would’ve been no where near right.
“Rose?” I said, staring down the corridor, lowering my hands when I noticed it was her. “Jeff?” she replied, coming over to me, not recognizing me at first. Not recognizing me with blue eyes. But as she stood in front of me, and studied my face carefully, staring deeply into my eyes. I saw her face suddenly light up and she hugged herself to me, cushioning her head into my shoulders.
“You really are my brother…” she said, pulling herself away from me slightly and looking up into my real eyes. The eyes that had away one of the biggest secrets of my past. Who I really was. And I held her close to me again, feeling the love I had for her inside of me; and even though it still felt like it was love I had for a stranger, I knew in my heart, that it was love I had for my sister.
“And you really are my sister…” I replied, the feeling inside of me convincing me that it was true. Proving to me, that Rose was my family. “Yeah..." I replied smiling, yet unsure of what to say "I guess I am..." "Now," I said, pulling gently away from her and turning to face the guard again "Tell us where she is..."
The guard lay there, looking up at me, his face and body scolded from the water I'd thrown. He was shaking, possibly from the shock of my sudden attack, I'm not too sure. But anyway, he stared up at me, his face quivering and slowly shook his head, an expressionless look not leaving his ease.
“Tell us!” I yelled, and before I knew it I’d lunged at him and had one of my claws held up against his throat, digging the others into his shoulder in anger.
“Jeff.” Rose said to me softly. I turned and looked at her, then looked down at the guard and my hands (both in their dragon forms) the claw on my index finger leaning gently against the mans neck, while the think, sharp claws upon the four fingers on my left hand were buried into his shoulder. I suddenly realized what I was doing and pulled away from him, he held his hand to shoulder where'd I'd cut it and stared at me with a look out shock and realisation upon his face.
"Alright," he said after seeing how serious I was “Your mother is alive. She's being held captive in-" suddenly halfway through his sentence he stopped, his eyes rolling into the back of his head which slumped limply against his chest as he collapsed to the floor. He'd been shot. There was a dart (one that I could only assume was poisonous) sticking upright from the side of his neck. No ordinary shot. But the shot of a highly skilled assassin. The shot of someone trained to kill.
I turned around to face Shaun, who stood at the other end of the corridor, his hand still clenched around the weapon he’d used to fire the dart into the henchman’s neck. Seconds before he gave away where our mom was.
"Jeff," Rose said confused "What was he talking about?" looking over the guard's limp body. "Not now, Rose" I replied, making my way over to Shaun "I'll tell you later."
"Sorry to break this up," Shaun began, once I'd reached him. He put away his dart-gun like weapon and readied his staff "But if you're going to have a family reunion, shouldn't I be involved too?" and with that he lashed out at me, leaping swiftly in the air and driving his staff down hard and fast.
:fup: The chapter was too big to fit into one post, so here's the rest XD
I side-stepped it quickly, drawing Rose aside, once we'd avoided his kill shot, and leapt up and broke into a run heading down the hall as fast and as far away from Shaun as possible, taking Rose with me. We both headed down the corridor and out through the cell door, taking a sharp turn around a corner at the end. We both stopped once we’d lost Shaun momentarily, but I suddenly heard the faint sound of his footsteps. He was near us. He just didn’t know which way we’d gone.
"Rose," I said, turning her to face me "Get back to Jake. Tell him to get out of here. I'll catch up with you later."
"No" Rose said back "I came here to save you, I'm not just going to leave you behind. You could die here…" I sighed and reached up to my neck, pulling off the necklace Shaun had given me. I took it in my hand and I pulled Rose closer to me, looking deeply into her eyes. "I'll be fine," I said, putting it carefully around her neck "Trust me…"
"Now go!" I added, when I heard Shaun's footsteps drawing closer. And with that she headed down the hall as fast as her legs would carry her. "Dragon up." I said, when Rose had made it out safely. I leapt out around the corner we’d taken cover and as soon as I did, I realized Shaun had been waiting for me the entire time and lashed at me with a hard kick.
It caught me right in the chest and collapsed onto the ground, hard, and before I knew it, Shaun took the opportunity to pin me, standing right over me with his weapon draw. "You've still got a few hours to change your mind, y'know." Shaun said c*ckily into my eyes and holding his staff against my chest "Don't make the wrong decision.”
"Hey believe me,” I replied, tripping him up onto his back with a quick flick of my tail “I won’t. I leapt up quickly, and stared over at Shaun a few feet away from me who was glaring angrily, his hands clenched tightly around the handle of his staff. I raised my hands and gestured them, signaling for Shaun to come back in, letting him know I wanted more.
He was quick to accept that invitation leaping up onto his feet and raising his staff, before slashing it at me as fast and as hard as the physical strength of his body would allow. I leapt back to avoid the shot, heading further down the corridor in doing so. As he lashed at me again, I took another few steps back to avoid being cut down the middle once again.
It wasn’t long before I was a few feet in distance ahead of him, which was when he raised his staff once again and charged towards me. He drove the weapon straight forward, looking to drive it into my shoulder, but I moved out of the way and he hit nothing but air.
I tripped him again, slashing my tail at his legs with what felt like all the strength I had left in my body. Shaun was almost thrown head over heels as he crashed against the cold concrete floor, and I took that time to head even further back down the corridor, towards the cell block.
I wasn’t sure why exactly I was going, or how doing this would or how doing this would help be, I was acting completely out of instinct.
It wasn’t long before Shaun pulled himself up to his feet too and headed after me, I heard him coming and turned around just in time to block his flying front kick, I followed up drilling my elbow at his head, but he was able to catch it and take me off of my feet with a leg sweep. I rose up quickly blocking another of his swift kicks and retaliated with a knee into the gut, before dropping him hard to the ground.
I took a few steps down the corridor and found myself back in the cell block it was then that the big idea that I’d being looking came into play. I decided I wanted to lure Shaun into the cell somehow and lock it. I knew the plan wasn’t exactly flawless, but I needed to take him out of the equation somehow, and at the moment this was the best idea I had.
So, I made my way into the cell block and stop within in a few feet in front of the open cell door, waiting for Shaun to return to his feet. When he did, he ran over and lashed at me, fast and aggressively with a swift front kick.
I had been expecting this however and side stepped his attack, tossing him aside with a judo throw; he went straight through the open cell door and came crashing down into the hard concrete floor, but (after a few seconds) pulled himself slowly up to his knees. That was when I began to make my way over to him, which led me right to my downfall.
As soon as I was standing in the doorway of the cell, he suddenly leapt to his feet (seemingly not hurt at all) and grabbed a hold of the thick, metal cell door slamming it shut hard and ramming the door into the front of my head in doing so. I slumped limply against the concrete floor, powering back down into my human form as I fell.
My head was ringing and aching from Shaun’s sudden attack. The door hadn’t missed a single part of my face. My forehead, jaw, cheek, it had caught everything with an ugly thud. I held my hands to my face, groaning in agony as I suddenly felt Shaun make his way over to me.
He stood right over me, his weapon raised, and at that moment I could’ve sworn my number was up. “Well, it certainly does take more then a BMX accident to keep you down,” he said, edging closer to me.
I knew it was helpless, but I still didn’t give in. I pulled away slightly and leant up against what I think was a circuit box attached to the wall, trying to keep so distance between him and I so I could catch my breath, but Shaun wouldn’t allow it. He grabbed his Staff and in one final attempt to take me out of the picture, swung at me with it, like he was trying to hit a home run in a baseball game.
And with every last bit of energy I had left in my body, I found the strength to roll out of the way at the last second, causing Shaun’s staff to crash into the circuit box, breaking through the protective casing and hitting the wires that were within it. I stared over at Shaun and suddenly saw a blinding flash, almost like, sparks. In fact, that’s what they were.
Sparks, wildly flying from the circuit box were Shaun had hit it. The room was lit up by a small explosion as volts of electricity surged up the staff Shaun was holding, running right up to the handle where Shaun held the staff. He let a cry of agony as he was thrown back by the force, of the blast, his staff flying from his grip as he crashed into the ground, lying limp against the stone floor.
I then watched as several more sparks flew violently from the box and spraying into different parts of the room, spreading like fireflies in a dark sky. Suddenly, I heard the sound of an ember beginning to crackle. Fire had already begun engulfed itself upon one of the tables outside the cell and now sparks were shooting through the room, looking for a source of fuel. Looking for anything that they could set alight and slowly grow into burning embers.
I stared at the fires burning in the various parts of the corridor, and then over at Shaun who was slowly coming to after accidentally electrocuting himself. The biggest fire of them all was raging behind him upon the wooden tables due to the blast Shaun’s staff had cause when hitting the electrical wiring in the circuit box.
I went over to him and kicked him sharply in the head, knocking him senseless for a little while longer, and then looked around the room, seeing the flames shining through the dark shadows.
Now I know, he may be my brother, but I still hated him for what he’d done to me, to Jake and even to Rose, his own sister. He’d taken this way too far, turning against members of his own family, leaving them for dead.
I suddenly didn’t care where we stood relationship wise; I suddenly seemed to have forgotten that I was a dragon, or that I was a 16 year old boy who’d never grown up in once place long enough to call it home . I just wanted to hurt Shaun that was the only thing that was on my mind. I wanted revenge, and I would get it, at all costs.
But maybe even I was taking it a little too far now, all I know is I didn’t really care at the time. So once Shaun was out of it again, I knocked the table over besides him, which grazed his left shoulder and collapsed against the wall in a heap. Surprisingly, the flames burning up the tables leg did not go out.
They continued to spread, fueling off of the tables wooden texture, Shaun saw the fire behind him, and quickly began shuffling out of the way of the fire, before it grew any closer to his body.
I saw that he was still struggling to move out of the way and took that opportunity to send several more balls of flame firing his way, shooting them from my mouth. He saw this coming though, and like I’d done earlier, managed to roll out of the way at the last second. So they crashed against the overturned surface, causing the fire to rise even more.
Shaun quickly rose to his feet, fire still burning behind him. There was even a small chunk of hair missing from his head from where he’d been narrowly singed by some of the flame. His hands were still shaking from the electrocution he’d received just a few moments ago, as he held them up in a combat stance, ready to fight.
I did the same, even though my head was still killing me and I didn’t know how much longer I could fight for. My ribs felt almost bruised from the number of kicks I’d received from Shaun, and I tasted blood trickling from my mouth after being hit by the cell door. We moved forward, step by step, inch by inch until we were suddenly almost face to face. If looks could kill, there’d be no point in this fight, we would both be done by now.
The expression upon Shaun’s face, decorated with fresh cuts and bruises was twisted, and mad. I could tell I had something similar written upon my face too, just by the way I felt my blood boil as I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists at the very sight of Shaun.
“You always said you wanted a cremation,” Shaun said, staring at our fiery surroundings “I just didn’t know you were this serious.” He seethed.
“Neither did I,” I replied, and at that moment Shaun lashed out at me, throwing out his arm and trying to take me by surprise. But I had seen it coming, and blocked his attack before kicking him hard in the guard and throwing him down against the ground with an ugly thud. “At least, not until now…” I added.
Shaun looked to be out of it again, as I stared over his limp lifeless body. I had thrown him down pretty hard, his head had cracked into the floor and everything. But even I proved that I was hungry for revenge, even after I tried to kill Shaun in cold blood just a few seconds earlier, turning and leaving the cell block, leaving him behind proved to be one of the hardest things I’d ever done.
Because really, the bottom line was Shaun was still my family. I forced myself not to look back, and continued to head down the corridor hoping to catch up with Rose again. I could still hear embers crackling from several feet behind me, smoke had also begun to travel down the corridor too. As if it was coming with me.
With every step I took, with every inch of ground that I covered I still had Shaun on my mind. Something about what I’d done just seemed surreal. I mean, had I really killed him? Was he still alive? Was what I did even enough to kill him? If yes, would he find a way out? There were so many questions plaguing my mind. So much that I lost concentration and almost track off where I was going. I had to get back to the entrance, which I assumed was where Jake and Rose got through. I really hope I’m right…
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Chapter 36: Our Darkest Hours Jake’s P.O.V. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out right now. It already fight like I’d gone for as long as I could go, but they were all still standing, though starting to look just as fatigued as I felt. It was amazing how fast the energy had drained from my body in such a short time. Even in my fitter, more muscular dragon form I was feeling exhausted from the constant battle that stood before me. I had been fending myself from these guards for what felt like ages, trading blows back and forth and was still doing so now. I knocked one of them off their feet with a quick kick after he’d come charging towards me. He stumbled and lost the grip on his staff. I was then narrowly grazed by a kick, stepping out of the way at the last second, still feeling some of the impact. I had to react fast though and immediately retaliated with a swift elbow to his jaw, causing the guard to stumble backward onto the hard concrete floor. Then suddenly I felt a heavy weight fall upon my shoulders. It wasn’t fatigue, or exhaustion it was actually physically upon me. Out of desperation, one of the guards had thrown themselves upon my back, holding his staff in front of my throat and chocking me. I gagged and struggled with my arms, trying to get a grip of him so I could throw him off of my back. But he just gave me an elbow in the top of my head for my efforts and continued to push his staff against my throat. One of the guards I’d just taken down saw this and quickly pulled himself to his feet, scrambling up and throwing a swift kick straight at my chest. I stumbled back from the force of the kick (on top of the weight of the guard upon my shoulders) and collapsed heavily into the ground. The Huntsman who’d been chocking me, quickly pulled himself to his feet, his Hunts staff still in hands, lashed down at me with it looking to drive it into my side. I noticed this, and moved out of the way instinctively, his staff cracked through the tile I’d once lay upon and I quickly shot back at the Huntsman with a swift kick after he’d failed to hit me. He stumbled back, losing the grip on his staff. I sprung up to my feet quickly and was soon lashed at with a front kick; I caught the clan member’s leg and threw him backwards. But he managed to pull his weight back and land in a back flip upon his feet, readying himself for battle once again, and rushing in hard and fast with a right forearm, which I blocked and returned with But then suddenly I was hit from behind again, hard in the back of the head by a kick. I stumbled forward almost falling off my feet, but maintained my balance only to receive two more kicks hitting me simultaneously in different sports. This time, I collapsed upon the ground completely, with an ugly landing. I lay there against the cold, sick concrete floor panting, gasping for breath out of exhaustion. I could feel their haunting presence lingering over, their fists clenched tightly around their staffs waiting for me to return to my feet, just so they could cut me down to size. I took in one last gulp of air before slowly creeping up to me feet; my eyes clenched shut as I did so, bracing for an impact. Nothing happened. Not one member moved a muscle. The room was dead still silent, so quite I could hear my own heart beating against my chest. I was surrounded. They’d formed a circle around me, waiting for the best time to make their move. I stared around every each of these death traps, looking for any means of escape, or just something that could hold them off for a few seconds longer. But there was nothing. The only thing that accompanied me was the intimidating look they wore upon their faces. They showed no emotion. Almost as if they’d never been happy, or sad, or even angry for that matter, all I could fixate on was their cold, evil eyes. Eventually, out of normal one of the Huntsclan members took a shot. It was totally unexpected, taken from the guy standing behind me. He stepped forward and luckily my dragon senses were able to hear the sound of the footstep behind me, and I was able to get out of the way before receiving any major damage. I was just hit by the edge of the blade, above my right hand shoulder and immediately clasped my hand to the wound, grimacing in pain. Feeling thick splotches of blood seeping against my hand, I pulled it away from the cut and slashed at the guard with my claws cutting him down his check and returning the favor, of drawing blood. But suddenly there was a sound that made the two of us stop in our tracks; a sound that made every head of every Huntsclan member within that circle turn to see what was going on. There was a series of footsteps echoing down the hallway at a fast peace, heading towards us at the main entrance and from the moment I heard it coming I felt myself breathing a sigh of relief. Rose had made it okay. She’d found Jeff and now all we had to do was find a way out of here safely. But then I realized that Rose’s movement had distracted all the guards, there focus was no longer on me but on the door that Rose sounded like she was only a few feet away from. That one sound caught the clan members off guard and they let their guard down, for a single second, long enough for me to take advantage. I leapt up into the air fast and lashing at the two guards left and right of me simultaneously with kicks, knocking them both off their feet. With them down, I flew over towards the other three guards who’d just noticed the other two had been taken out and sent several balls of fire flying their way. Most of the men were able to dive out of the way, which caused the flames to go crashing into the walls of the room sending brick and bits of the foundation hurtling towards the ground. They covered up helplessly, most of them getting struck hard by the thick pieces of material until eventually they group had lingered away and “Rose!” I said, landing on the ground and running over once I saw him. “Jake!” she replied, heading over to me, and after covering a few feet of distance we soon meet in each others arms, just relieved to be holding each other again. I held Rose up in my arms, and she wrapped her arms around my neck before pulling away, allowing me to stare lovingly into her eyes. “Where’s Jeff?” I asked eventually, breaking the silence. “He’s coming.” Rose replied “What happened?” A more serious tone returning to my voice. ”He ran into Shaun on the way, I didn’t want him to do anything but… he went after him. I think Shaun knew something that Jeff wanted to find out, something to do with his past perhaps.” “Oh no. Do you know how long he could take?” I replied, anxious to get out of here while we were still alive. “No,” she replied “But hopefully, he’ll be back anytime soon…” “What about the rest of the Hunstclan?” I asked “Like, have you seen the Huntsman?” “No,” she replied again “But he’s around here somewhere, I know it-“ “And right you are…Rose” I heard a voice not to far behind us drawl. We both turned simultaneously, to see him standing right before us. Dressed in his usual clan uniform, his eyes the only thing flashing out of the mask that darkened up his face, his staff clenched tightly within his fist. I tried to back off and draw Rose away with me, taking her to safety but I heard movement behind me, and looked over my shoulder to see the other Huntsclan members once again returning to their feet. They closed in on us, and had us surrounded in a circle. I stared around in all directions helplessly, still clutching onto Rose’s hand. I could feel my heart racing and my stomach knotting in fear, and my mind filled my body with fear constantly thinking of all the bad things that could happen next.
Rose’s P.O.V It was amazing that in a span of no more then five minutes I’d felt a rush of relief and excitement when I realized that we were going to make it out alive, but now all I felt was a return of fear and anxiety worrying about what could happen next, hoping that we could find a way through this. There were armed and had us all surrounded, as the Huntsman made his way towards Jake, looking him maliciously, before he once again opened his mouth and I heard his cold, rasping voice roll off of his tongue once more. “Impressive, so very impressive dragon,” he said as he slowly made his way even closer to Jake “the hell you’ve put yourself through just to get this point, the time where everything is okay. Where you’ve saved your new friend and the girl of your dreams and can return to your normal life. But there’s just one problem, you’re still only halfway there.” “Well, I guess it’d be kind of hard for you to understand,” Jake shot back “but it’s called love. Not an ounce of the physical strength within my body can even compare to the power I’ve gotten from this love. It’s brought me this far, and I’m not going to let myself stop here.” “Well, I’ll be the judge of that,” the Huntsman replied “because really, if your love for her is so strong you should be able to withstand anything really.” “I am telling you now,” Jake continued, looking at all the Huntsmen standing within the room “I would fight everyone one of this guards all alone, just to ensure her safety.” “That’s so funny,” the Huntsman replied, before making a hand gesture to the group of Huntsmen surrounding him “because that’s exactly what I was thinking… ” And with that one of the Huntsclan members lashed out unexpectedly from nowhere and kicked Jake sharply in the back of the head, knocking him senseless as he collapsed to the ground. Within the seconds that followed, two or three additional Huntsclan members made their way over to his limp body, as he and another two clan members held him still while the other continuously beat him across the head and torso. ”No!” I screamed, as I tried to run over and help Jake, but was held back by two of the members behind. “Stop it!” I continued, struggling against their will “Let me go!” But they didn’t listen, they just held me still while as I stood their helplessly, having to have to witness the physical abuse Jake was going through. It felt like almost five minutes had passed before the clan members let go of Jake. He was dazed from the attack, receiving a number of kicks to the head and not even being able to cover up. I couldn’t stand to watch it, and at one point even turned away and to have my face turned back in the assaults direction by one of the men holding me; pure emotional torture. The clan members were drawn back by the Huntsmen for a moment and I watched as I saw Jake slowly return to his feet, blood seeping from his mouth. But he stood, glaring angrily and the members around him and raised his right hand, gesturing to them to come and get some more. They didn’t take this lightly and soon lashed in on him again. Jake was able to put more of a fight this, as he saw the attack coming, he ducked under his first attackers kick, sweeping them off their feet and then following up with a kick into the side of their skull. Another guard lunged at him, diving straight forward but Jake ducked underneath him and used his arms to throw him towards the guard while he was still sailing through the air. The guard landed hard on his back and cracked his head against the concrete with an ugly thud. Another guard took a shot at him with his staff but Jake simply caught it around the middle and targeted it at other henchmen throughout the room as it went out, blasting them all with the staffs burst fire. He then used the henchman’s own staff against him, overpowering him and cracking him in the side of the head with it, which stunned the henchman and cause him to stumble backwards, giving Jake the time to follow up with a spin kick throwing the clan member off of his feet and sending him hurtling to the ground. But with his main focus being on the guards, he let his guard down once they’d all been taken care off, and couldn’t respond fast enough in avoiding a blow from the Huntsman’s. It had all been a trick. Even if Jake had won or lost that fight he still would’ve been a sitting duck for the Huntsman to deliver one unexpected blow and completely take control. The sick, serrated blade that he gripped firmly in his hands sliced through Jake’s skin and dug into the nerve. He let out a scream of pure agony and pushed the Huntsman off him with all the strength left in his body, thrown him off of his feet. Jake feel back and collapsed the ground, clutching the cut upon his chest. “Jake, no!” I yelled, and eventually managed to break free from the grip of the two men holding me. Which lead to me sprinting down to Jake’s limp, lifeless body and lay across from him and cradled his head in my arms, as he lay against the cold, hard concrete panting, blood spilling profusely from the deep cut upon his chest. The Huntsman, his face wearing a proud, evil looking smirk slowly made his way over towards us, the staff in his hands dripping with Jake’s blood. I could see him coming over my shoulder, and turned to face him standing “Out of my way girl,” he said, gesturing for me to move “I’ve got a job to finish.” “No!” I yelled back “I don’t care what you want with him… I love him… And I’m not going to just let you kill him!” and with that I lay across Jake’s chest, my arms pressing against the floor for support. “There!” I exclaimed to the Huntsman “If you want to kill him, you have to kill me too.” The Huntsman suddenly stopped, a little taken by these actions “You really do love him?’ he said, moving a few feet more toward us. “Yes,” I replied, still lying upon Jake’s torso “Yes. I love him with all of my heart, and I can’t believe I’ve only just realized this now.” “Well then,” the Huntsman continued “I guess in death, you two will be together forever.” and he raised his staff over us, as I clenched my eyes tightly shut. “Hey Huntsman!” I suddenly heard a voice call, that made me breath a sigh of relief. It was Jeff. He was back, and I couldn’t see Shaun anywhere. He stood in the doorway with a series of fresh cuts and bruises splotched upon his face, and a staff held in his hands. Which I’m guessing was Shaun’s. “Come on, why don’t you just let them go?” he said making his way over to us, slowly, trying not to piss off the Huntsman “I mean sure, you kill a dragon, you kill a traitor, but we both know that’s not really what you want. That’s not why you’ve been doing all this…” The Huntsman didn’t respond, he just continued to stare Jeff down with no emotion whatsoever written upon what could be seen of his face. “This isn’t about Jake…” Jeff continued when the Huntsman didn’t respond “It’s about me. The reason you’re doing all this is to get me to join you, and you’re not going to do it through killing them, I can say that right now… Come,” he added “Just let them go.” The Huntsman gave Jeff a filthy look, but eventually moved away from his and turned to face Jeff, focusing all the anger that fumed with his veins upon him. Jeff had stopped moving and was now just waiting for the Huntsman to come to him, and eventually after covering roughly 15 feet the two were face to face, glaring into each others eyes. I watched, still lying across from Jake’s limp body as the two stared each other down, with all the anger and hate boiled up in their bodies. It wasn’t too long before though both lashed out at each other, choosing the exact same moment to strike and each through out a staff. The Huntsman held his own at the side of Jeff’s neck, and Jeff was holding Shaun’s staff up against the Huntsman’s Adam’s apple. The two just stood there for what seemed like almost a minute, until eventually Jeff pulled his staff away and gripped it loosely between his middle and index finger on his right hand. The Huntsman did this too, drawing his weapon away, never taken his eyes of Jeff, as Jeff did the same to the Huntsman. Jeff slowly raised his free hand and held up three fingers, counting down three seconds until they each released the grip on their staffs, dropping them to the ground and ran in, striking at each other in unarmed combat. Jeff managed to get his attack in faster then the Huntsman lashing out at him hard with a high kick aimed for the side of his head. The Huntsman blocked and then threw Jeff off balance by kicking his other leg, Jeff hit the ground hard in the Huntsman leant in to throw a punch at his head. But Jeff moved at the last second and the Huntsman hit the floor with his fist and Jeff kicked him in the ribs with his right foot just seconds after. The Huntsman staggered back and Jeff pulled himself up onto his knees, only to receive a knee to the side of his head when the Huntsman recovered. He crushed him in the side of his skull with a knee, and then over before Jeff slumped against the floor again. But this time the Huntsman made sure he didn’t even have time to hit the ground entirely and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt pulling him up to his feet. Jeff reacted to this quickly though, grabbing a hold of the Huntsman’s arm and slam it against his shoulder, cracking it and kept hold of it, turning slightly and kicking the hard in the back of the head. The Huntsman collapsed to the ground, but Jeff still didn’t let go of his arm and continued to kick the Huntsman in the side as he held it, before eventually grabbing his arm and slamming it against the ground. The Huntsman let out a cry of agony, and held his hand which hung limply from his shoulder; and as he lay slumped against the ground in pain, Jeff walked back over to where he had dropped his (Shaun’s) staff, which was a few away from the Huntsman. He made his way over to it slowly, walking backwards so he didn’t lose sight of the Huntsman. He continued until he had reached it and then bent, taking it in his hands. That’s when suddenly out of nowhere, I saw a small circular object crash at his feet, as though having been thrown from a distance. The second it landed at his feet he stared at it with a puzzled look, but then his eyes widened and he seemed fully aware of what it was. “Oh parc!” he exclaimed and dove out of the way of it. I wasn’t sure why at first, but it wasn’t long before my queries were answered. The small round object suddenly burst into an immense ball of flame, shooting small pieces of marble and dust scattering across a small area of the room, engulfed in flame. What had been thrown at Jeff must’ve been some kind of a grenade. My eyes then shoot in the direction of where it had come from and saw a figure stumbling over through the shadows. Toss another grenade up and down in his hands “No,” I heard Jeff said, before Shaun quickly tossed the grenade within his fingertips at Jeff, who attempted to bat it away with the staff only to have it blown out of his hands, almost in pieces. He stumbled from the explosion and Shaun ran forward, grabbing hold of what was left of the staff. Jeff returned to his feet and saw Shaun standing in front of him, holding the staff at his chest. He backed away slightly, trying to distance himself from him only to soon notice the Huntsman behind him, who had taken the time to recover and grab a hold of the staff he’d dropped a few minutes ago. Jeff stared around, unsure of what to do as Shaun and the Huntsman edged slowly closer towards him. It was at that point I noticed a searing light pouring through one of the windows, the sunlight of a new day. “Well boy,” the Huntsman said with an evil smile as he jabbed Jeff in the back with his staff “You’ve been given a choice, and now your times is up. So make your decision, now!”
Sorry to double post but this story is once again too long to fit into one XD Here is the rest of the chapter.
Jeff’s P.O.V They’d cornered me. I was like a mouse in a trap and I’ll admit it, I was scared. But I wasn’t going to let that change anything. I was still going to say what I believed; I was still going to stand my ground, even if it meant death. “I don’t know how many ways I can say it, or how many times I have to say it,” I started “But I guess really in the end it doesn’t matter, because it will always come up the same and that is no.” “What?!” the Huntsclan exclaimed, his blood beginning to boil. “You heard me!” I snapped back “What makes you think that after years of betrayal, lies and unnecessary punishment I’m actually going to do something to help you? No. That offer of death you made sounds better to me.” “Well in that case,” the Huntsman said, clenching his fists “It looks everyone’s going to have a happy ending.” He raised his arm in what I expected to be a punch, but then clicked his fingers and from out of nowhere Shaun smashed me hard across the back of the head with what felt like the handle of his staff sending me to the ground in a heap. “Wrong answer,” the Shaun said, as the Huntsman walked over and linger over me, before pulling me to my feet, only for me to receive another thump across the side of the head from Shaun’s staff. I collapsed hard against the ground once again and lay motionless against the cold, concrete floor. “Now you’re going right where you belong,” Shaun continued, standing over me tauntingly “and I don’t care whether it’s up or down, we’ll be glad to have you out of our hair.” I didn’t respond, her last lay against the ground, still holding my head where Shaun had hit me. The impact from the blow was still throbbing through my skull. “You can join your grandfather,” Shaun rambled on “and your great grandfather. I’m sure even that bitch mother of yours has even found a place up there.” I suddenly felt very active again and snapped around to face Shaun “Don’t say that about her,” I seethed through my teeth, feeling myself burn up with anger. Shaun leaned in even closer arrogantly, knowing he was irritating me. “Or what?” he said mockingly. “Or this,” I replied and threw a kick hard at his chest, which threw him back from the unexpected force he fell backwards and smacked his head against the floor with an ugly thud. The Huntsman ran over to me with his staff raised once I had taken Shaun down. But I saw this coming and had already pulled myself to my feet by then, I lashed at him hard throwing at my right fist in backhand and smashing him in the head. He was thrown back by the impact and crashed against the floor across from Shaun. I stared at my own hand in shock, wondering how I’d been able to exert so much strength and force after being tired and in so much pain. But then when I looked at my hand carefully, I realized it hadn’t been me at all. The anger in me, the blood boiling through my body, it had all been tainted. It had been consumed by the devil gene; and as I slowly opened my fist and stared upon my hand I saw my scar lighting up. The last image I saw flash by my eyes was the scar upon my hand almost fully light up, from then on the devil had consumed me completely and I could no longer control myself let alone comprehend what was going on.
Rose’s P.O.V I could tell something was wrong from the moment Jeff began staring at his hand with sheer fear and shock written upon his face, and when started clutching his scar tightly and let out cries of anguish, I was suddenly fully aware of what was going on. “No,” I said to myself, when I knew what had happened. “No Jeff!” I continued to cry over to him “Don’t let it take you.” He took a moment to stare over at me, crumpling up his face from the pain and still clutching his scar tightly, until suddenly, I guess the pain was too much for him and he let out another cry of pan before turning away from me and slowly I saw a horn begin to break the skin upon his forearm, I saw the black feathered wings pushing through his back and tearing the material of his shirt and as soon as he turned I knew I was looking into the eyes of the devil. He pulled himself up to his feet and cried out once more, before the spirit took over him completely. Shaun returned to his feet and lashed out at the devil throwing a kick, which the devil was able to block, catching it and elbowing it hard. Shaun stumbled slightly but maintained his balance and hit the devil in the chest with his fist, buying himself enough time to recover and go for another spin kick with connecting with the devils head, making him stumble back and almost his balance. Shaun ran over to pick up his staff once again, without realizing he was giving the devil time to recover from his attack. With Shaun’s back turned the devil went after the Huntsman, who was just returning to his feet. He hit him hard in the side of the head with a knee, knocking him senseless again and continued to drill his own father in the head with a series of punches, until Shaun saw what was going on and ran over to the devil cracking it in the back of the head with his staff. The devil collapsed forward and shot turned his staff around so the blade was directed at the devil’s chest, and evil grin crossed over his face. “You’re mine now Jeff,” he said “No Shaun don’t!” I yelled, begging him not to kill it. Even if he was the spawn of evil I didn’t want Jeff dead. “Hey,” Shaun replied, taking his focus off the devil and turning to face me “I don’t see anyone stopping me.” That’s where he was wrong. While I’d distracted the devil pulled himself to his feet and grabbed Shaun’s staff around the middle, pushing the handle hard into his chest. Shaun collapsed back and clutched his chest winded from the unexpected attack, his right hand still holding firmly onto the staff though. With Shaun and the Huntsman out, the devil studied the room looking for another victim. A few of the Huntsman’s henchman who had recovered ran forward and tried to take him down but were simply cracked hard across the skull by the devils fast, hard blows knocking them off their feet and unconscious by the time they’d crashed against the floor. Then he turned to face me, well at least I thought he was looking at me, but I was wrong. Jake had been stirring, despite his bad wound; he was apparently showing signs of life (well, enough to draw him over at least) and once the devil had noticed them he made his way over to Jake with evil intentions on his mind. “No Jeff, no” I stammered as he made his way over to me, but he didn’t listen he just continued over to Jake “Jeff, please stop,” but he still wouldn’t listen. He’d was standing right over Jake now and raising “Please!’ I continued to beg “It’s me Rose…” And with those few words Jeff suddenly stopped in shock, as if finally realizing who I was. He shock his head and suddenly I saw some sense in his eyes, I saw some consciousness returning to them. “Don’t you recognize me?” I said staring into his eyes once again, hoping that a small part of Jeff was still there somewhere. That was when Jeff stopped completely and stared down upon, suddenly wearing a look of sorrow and despair upon his face. It was at that moment Shaun, who had just pulled himself up to his feet, pounced on Jeff quickly, taking a hold of his staff and chocking him from behind with it. Jeff was quick to react and elbowed Shaun until he collapsed back and lost his grip on his staff. Something slipped from his waist as he fell too. Something that had been holstered in his belt, Jeff dove for them as Shaun grabbed his staff with his right hand and tried to retrieve his dropped item with his left hand. Jeff got it first though and stood up on his feet, holding it above his head and directing it at Shaun, who at the same time had grabbed a hold of his staff and pointed it towards Jeff. I studied at what Jeff held in his hand and suddenly noticed what it was. One of Shaun’s grenades…
Jeff’s P.O.V I wasn’t sure how much of me was left, I wasn’t sure how of the devil was in control of me. Half of my sub conscious seemed to be trying to get me to throw it at Shaun, but the rest was fighting it, trying to get me to drop it almost. Every second of this one moment seemed to last an eternity as I took in my surroundings, as I observed everything going on. “Drop it,” Shaun said eventually, his voice sounding fair and distant (almost like an echo) yet still breaking the silence. “I said drop it!” Shaun demanded again when I didn’t do anything and gestured his staff even closer to me, I still refused. I heard another echo come across from the other side of the room and saw Rose sitting across from Jake’s limp, lifeless body. “Throw it!” her faint voice called, and I threw my head over my shoulder when I heard the sound of shuffling behind me. It was the Huntsman, who was unarmed and obviously still hurting after my attack. He was an easy target, but I still didn’t know if I had it in me to kill him. I had to stop the devil gene somehow though; even if it meant stopping it from the main source of its power. “You throw that grenade,” Shaun said, and I turned back around to face him. I guess he’d figured out what I was going to do “and I will kill you…” he added. “I’ll save you the trouble,” I said, my own voice even sounding faint and distant. “What are you talking about?” Shaun’s voice echoed, not filled with anger and hate for once but confusion. I stepped back slowly, moving closer and closer to the Huntsman by the second until I was standing directly in front of him, that’s when I turned to face him. He stared at me, a look confusion and hate in his eyes. My heart was racing and my stomach was in knots as I pulled the pin and it slowly sailed to the ground and I cupped the grenade in my right hand. I looked up at my father, filling tears burn my eyes and took his right hand in mine clenching it tightly, as we held the small explosive between us, our last few seconds of life melting away. And it was in those last few seconds as we stared into each others eyes, not with love, not with hate, not with anger or anguish, but absolutely no expression on our faces, it was the closest in all my sixteen years of life that I had ever felt to him. I no longer felt scared, I didn’t feel nervous anymore. Death was no longer my fear, for I feared more what I was doing to the world just being alive. For once in my life I was truly comfortable, I was contempt, and I was with my father, not fighting just sharing out last few moments. Then it all ended… with a bang.
Rose’s P.O.V I lost my balance from the force of explosion, and lay over Jake shielding myself with my arms as small parts of debris and concrete flew in all directions from the force. The explosion the grenade had caused was just under one of the buildings support columns, which had caused parts of the wall and foundation to cave in sending bricks and other debris hurtling towards the ground. Eventually, the explosion stopped and I pulled my arm away from my face carefully, standing on my feet and searching the room, looking for any survivors. Flame (that had apparently been burning from the floor below) was fueled by the explosion and spread further up to the level on which we stood. I stared around what was left of the entry to this lair. Nothing but piles or brick and concrete surrounded by flame and dust particles clouding the air. I coughed and spluttered from the smoke that rose from the embers and continued to stare around the room, searching through the wreckage, trying to find Jeff. When I didn’t see him, I called out his name. “Jeff?” I said pulling through piles of debris “Jeff?!” I called even louder this time “Where are you?” “Rose…” I heard a voice reply weakly, and looked over to see Jeff lying sprawled against the ground looking up, and desperately trying to drag his body along with his leg arm. I ran over and pulled off the bricks and other pieces of material that had fallen upon his body, bruising his skin and gasped at the sight of him when I’d uncovered him entirely. There were several severe looking cuts and bruises upon just about every part of his body, blood was seeping from his mouth which must’ve been he was bleeding internally, maybe due to bruised ribs, I wasn’t sure. But that wasn’t the most shocking part about seeing him. His right hand, the hand that had held the grenade when it exploded, it wasn’t there. The explosion from the grenade had blown off half of his arm. It was an ugly sight, blooding spilling from it profusely, I felt queasy at the very sight of it, but still I sat by him and stared upon his mangled body. “Jeff, are you okay?” I said, not exactly expecting him to reply with yes. “I’m fine,” he replied, which shocked me “Now that it’s all over. I don’t have to worry anymore.” “What do you mean?” I asked, pulling up a rock that had trapped his right leg. “The source of all my power,” he continued, gesturing his left hand to what was left of his right “I figured out where it was coming from, and I got rid of it.” I suddenly realized everything Jeff had done, he had used the grenade to blow off his right hand, the hand that had the devil mark upon it. Which was why he grabbed the Huntsman’s right hand too, to rid him of his evil power too. “Is there anyway you think you could survive?” “There might be a chance,” Jeff replied weakly, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth “But I don’t want to take it…” “What? I replied “Everyday of my life was just a struggle for survival,” he continued “and a search for the good things of my life that remained. All I wanted was for my life to make sense for once, but even after 16 years I could only make it half way. I’m done with looking…” “But don’t you want to know where you really came from?” I asked “and who your real family were?” “I already know,” Jeff said “I know where I came from, I just haven’t seen it for real myself. But I know now. I just don’t want to have risk my life in order to find it. Every time I find something good out about my past it just uncovers another nightmare. I can’t do that again…” “Jeff, what are you talking about?” I replied “It’s our mom…” He croaked “She, she…” “What? What is it Jeff?” “She’s alive,” he finally managed to rasp out “I don’t know where she is, all I know is that she is out there somewhere…” “You need to find her Rose,” he continued “You need to fill in the last missing pieces of our past, and finally find an answer behind the devil gene before its too late…” “Okay,” I said, tears forming in my eyes. “I’ll always be with you,” he said, before coughing up a fresh stream off blood from his mouth “Don’t worry…I’ll always make sure.. You’re okay.” And with that he slowly started to close his eyes and give into the fatigue and pain that had plagued his body since being captured by the Huntsclan. “No Jeff,” I said panicking “the devil still hasn’t completely left you yet.” “There’s nothing we can do…” he said calmly, despite the horrific fate he was about to receive. And at that moment when I took his hand, in hope of helping him to his feet, he simply slumped back against the ground once more, as I was too tired to help him and he was in too much pain to carry on. I just kept a hold of it, and lay my head against his lap, feeling helpless for not being able to help. But then suddenly I noticed a glow coming over my scar, not an intense bright glow like the usual one it got but a more soft and light tone, I didn’t think of it at first, I just kept holding Jeff’s hand. But then, out of the corner of my eye I noticed the markings upon his forehead slowly to start to burn away until it was completely clear again. I looked up and watched in shock as I saw the rest markings upon his face and what could be seen of his chest, burn away and disappear as though they’d never existed, as its black wings disappeared within his back and eventually, the devil’s horns slid gently back into his skull, his eyes opened again and I saw the eyes of Jeff and not the devil, staring back at me. “Thank you…” he said softly, and that was those were the last words I heard him murmur, before he closed his eyes once again. “No problem…” I replied, before suddenly feeling myself too give into fatigue and it wasn’t long before my eyes grew heavy and I soon collapsed in a heap across from Jeff. And even with the fires surrounding us and the chance of death still being an issue, I was just too tired to carry on, too tired to even care. At that moment, I also thought I too was done, and would never be able to realize where we’d come from, or what our real purpose in life was.
Meanwhile, back at the Electronic Shop: Loa Shi sat upon the rooftop of his shop, as the sun rose upon clearing the shadows from the dark alleyways and roads of New York City, in peaceful meditation, sitting completely undisturbed. Until a chilling gust of wind came by, snapping the elderly man’s eyes open with a look of despair and concern “Something is wrong..” he said, a puzzled expression beginning to grow over his face, and with that, out of complete instinct he got to his feet and then walked over to the edge of the building staring out upon the distant horizon. “I fear Jake is in great trouble,” he continued, before suddenly diving from the building and powering into his dragon form as he did so. He took off, flying into the sunrise, not sure where he was going but following the rush that guided him, he stopped briefly in midair and stared around before looking over the city once again and mouthing a few words to himself, almost in silent prayer. “I just hope I am not too late…”[/i]
The next chapter shouldn't be too long, until then please keep those reviews coming.
lolz Thanks Ash, I'm glad you like it! And yeah, I did try to put a lot of emotion into the chapter, particular at the parts where Jeff was about to blow the grenade up in the Huntsman and his hand. I just really wanted to establish the fact that these two had never had a proper relationship as father and son before and that moment, where neither of them were attacking each other, or staring each other down with hate was like their only real moment together.
I would've said all this before but I didn't have the time. XD
Alright everyone, this is it. This is how this story ends. Here is the final chapter, I hope you like it!
Chapter 37: Final Moments Jake’s P.O.V There are times in your life, you will never forget. Times in your life when you will just take a moment (because it feels like your last) to look back upon your life and realize what you were what you’ve become and hopefully what you will one day be. For me, this time was now. When everything felt lost I made myself look and hopefully find something I could be happy for, some reason why I wouldn’t regret only having lived my life for 15 years. The morning sunlight was falling upon my chest through the open window, but its strong rays were no match for the thick clouds of smoke that were surrounding as, sizzling from the fire’s crackling embers. I could still feel the thick splotches of blood spilling from the open wound upon my chest, the pain was so strong I didn’t even have the strength to lift my head and look to the one thing that I had realized had been all that had kept me going, all that I had been living and fighting for over the past few days. Rose. In my final moments I’d forgotten all about being the American Dragon and all about my life outside it, she was all that was on my mind. She was one of the few things that had kept me going and one of the few things that brought happiness into my life, and she was the thing that would keep me happy, even in my final moments. I gazed upon the empty scare, bright shines of red spilling over the perfect blue sky as the morning sun rose. Almost like blood seeping into a pool of clear water. The breeze was blowing gently, rustling the grass and leaves in the trees back and forth in a rather soothing way, which calmed me for a few seconds, helping me forget my painful reality. But suddenly, I saw a glimpse of something in the air. A long blue creature, one that was too familiar too me, one I’d seen several times before and didn’t believe when I say again now. “No,” I muttered to myself, through teeth clenched in pain “It’s not possible. I saw him flying down, getting closer and closer to the ground. My mind was playing tricks on me I knew it, there was no way he could’ve found me out here, in the middle of nowhere when I hadn’t even given him a slight idea of where I was going. Hell, I didn’t even know that, Rose was just following her senses. “It’s not possible…” I repeated, though my voice started to fill with hope as I slowly watched him coming closer and closer by the second. But then, he landed and was there standing a few feet across from me, picking up Rose and carrying him on his lean, muscular back, before slowly making his way over to me. I could hardly believe my eyes, this was impossible. Yet there he was, standing right before me. ”Gramps?” I managed to say weakly “Jake, I am so glad that I found you,” he replied, pulling me off of my feet and helping onto his back. “We have to get out of here right now!” “Wait, what about Jeff?” I said, staring upon his limp, frail body. “Jake,” Gramps replied turning to face me “It’s too late. We can’t save him now” And as much as I hated to admit it, I new he was right. Jeff really was done for; I just wish there had been someway we could’ve saved him. He seemed like the only right family left for Rose, and I wanted to do anything I could to make her feel happy after everything that had happened. Even over the last few days I’d grown closer to Jeff, and even grown to love him as a friend, maybe even a brother and we’d promised to save him, we’d promised to look out for him and failed. But as I took once last glance upon Jeff’s fallen body, lying limp and lifeless against the cold, shattered and blood covered floor I realized that in a way Rose had saved Jeff from everything he feared. She had saved Jeff from the devil… The devil that Jeff had been only minutes ago, the anger inside of him were driven away by her, his last few emotions taken into account weren’t of anger, or of hate and fury fueled by the devil gene inside him, but of happiness and contempt when he realized that he had beaten it. Even if it had cost him his life, he had won the war. The devil was gone; Jeff’s spirit rose from him and ascended into the afterlife as all the fury of the devil gene died within of Jeff. As I watched him, while gramps slowly flew us to safety, the lair and Jeff stretching further and further away from us a few lines of poetry, some of Jeff’s I had seen before crossed my mind, matching the scene perfectly almost as though Jeff has seen this coming, or planned to go this way.
And they will carry me there, to this place… Where forever I lie… Burning slowly, they will watch me, one last time… As they see this spirit slowly… Die…[/i]
And with that, I took one final glance upon the Huntslair (which was now burning to the ground amongst enormous balls of fire) as my eyes grew heavier, while my body grew weaker until they drooped closed and the world around me faded to black.
- 3 days Later -
I didn’t feel right when I woke up. I didn’t know how long I’d been out for, or even where I was for that matter. I was conscious, just lying upon a bed with my eyes snapped tightly shut from exhaustion. But it was hopeless; I couldn’t get back to sleep now. I needed to know if everything had turned out alright, I needed to know if Rose was okay and what had happened with the Huntsclan after their lair burnt down. I slowly opened my right eye, only to snap it shut tightly again temporarily blinded by the strong lights upon the ceiling. “Where am I?” I said, grimacing as my eyes slowly adjusted to the light. “It’s alright Jake,” a voice replied “You’re okay. It’s been three days since you attacked the Huntslair and you’re now recovering in hospital.” I sat up immediately and looked at the enormous gash still upon my chest that had now been stitched up; I was also heavily bandaged on several other parts of my body. “What happened?” I said, looking down at myself and then up at Gramps “Everything is fine,” Gramps continued “Both you and Rose are recovering incredibly.” “And Jeff? I asked hopefully “No Jake, I’m sorry,” he replied, a sad look upon his face “He died young, sacrificing himself and all the life he still had left in him to save the millions of people further down his gene line from the devil. Saving them from suffering this terrible fate, just because he too had suffered and realized just how bad it mad him go. Just how much he would do, to not have to worry about this burden anymore…” I stared up at Gramps with a similar expression upon my face. The gene really had pushed Jeff to the edge. He was being tormented by it so much; he chose death over living its nightmare. It was amazing. I didn’t want to even begin to think about what it would be like to hold inside you. “And Jake I must say,” Gramps added, trying to lighten the mood “That I am very proud of you.” “Me?” I replied, stunned “What are you talking about? I snuck out and left no note, mom and dad must’ve been really worried about me-“ “They were,” Gramps cut off “but they’re just glad you’re safe now. Anyway, the reason I am so proud of you is, you’ve proven not only to me, but to yourself just how determined you are to protect the things that are important to you. You’ve sacrificed time, life, risked getting yourself into terrible trouble physically, mentally and emotionally. “Yeah may not know this, but the entire time when you were looking for Rose and looking for Jeff and believed you were going completely on instinct, you were wrong. It was nothing to do with instinct. You were summoning one of the most powerful forms of magic in the world today…” “What?” I replied “Love,” he replied “You were so determined to protect the ones you feel close to that your heart guided you to them, when they were in danger and called in distress you knew the way to go. By doing this you have really proven just how well you can follow your destiny. For you Jake Long, truly are a guardian. You truly are a great dragon…” “Thanks G,” I replied with a smile. “Anyway,” he continued “I was just coming in to check up on you.” “Oh well, I’m fine now… Thanks” I said “You’re welcome,” Gramps replied “Oh and there is someone waiting out here to see you.” “Oh yeah, who?” I replied, and then I saw Gramps open the room door further to see Rose standing behind it; bandages covering a number of cuts upon her body. “Hi Jake,” she said as she came in “Hey Rose,” I replied “Well, I’ll leave you two to it, shall I?” Gramps replied closing the door slowly behind him as he made his way out. “How are you feeling?” she asked, coming over to my bed. “I’ve been better…You?” “It’s fine,” Rose replied “I’ll survive.” “I’m just so glad that you’re okay,” she added, sitting upon my bed across from me and laying her up against my shoulders. I held my arms gently around her chest, breaking one off occasionally to stroke her soft, hair. “I was really worried about you,” she said eventually, turning slightly so she was facing me. ”I know,” I replied “I was worried about you too.” “I still can’t believe we made it out alive,” Rose said “After everything that’s happened, everything we’ve been through, yet here we are.” “We never would’ve made it through without each other,” I added “Yeah,” Rose replied with a smile “Where would I have been without a sexy, strong dragon like you?” “Oh without me baby” I replied with a grin “You would’ve been nowhere.” And rose hit with a pillow she pulled off of the bed, and I fought to get it off her as we pulled struggled and fought with each other, laughing. That felt like something I hadn’t done in years. “What a minute,” I said stopping, after seeing something on the TV. An image of a building that looked exactly like the Huntslair we were in just a few days ago, only it was burnt completely to the ground. "Rose," I said, gesturing to the TV within the room and turning up the volume "Take a look at this." My voice was soon clouded out by the newsreaders. "... An abandoned mine warehouse several miles west of the city was found burnt down three days ago, after a fire started in one of the lower levels. Found upon the scene, wearing an unusual black uniform was a man in his early twenties who was later identified as Shaun Irvine, also recognised by witnesses as the culprit behind several other offences such as theft, assault and even murder. The cause of the fire was at first unknown until police forces uncovered several other bodies of deceased men who were brutally beaten and also dressed in dark uniforms similar to Irvine’s, as well as an electrical box that had been poorly handled and beaten sending several sparks as a result. After this evidence was discovered it was proposed by the police that this had been an attempt at a mass cult suicide. Irvine was arrested and charged for murder. Trials were scheduled to go underway but with no legal representations and several witnesses testifying against his name, Irvine was later convicted with the murder of up to 9 different individuals and police are still struggling to find survivors. Irvine is expected to spend three years in a psychiatric ward before continuing his sentence of nine years in prison…” With that said, I picked the remote up and turned the TV off, filling the room with silence once again. “Well, looks like everything turned out okay,” I said eventually, breaking the silence. “Yeah…” Rose replied not too enthusiastically “Everything.” “What’s wrong?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure I already knew. “I just wish I could’ve gotten to know him better… Jeff.” she said, sighing in disappointment. “I mean, he was my brother who practically the entire time he was around was nothing but a stranger to me. Someone who’d been helping you, then I find out he’s my brother and a few hours later he dies before we could even get to know each other…” “I know Rose…” I continued “It’s just so frustrating!” she continued “I mean, where am I supposed to go? I’ve got no family. I don’t belong anywhere.” That’s when I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently and turning her to face me once me. “You’ve always got me here Rose,” I said “No matter what happens, no matter what the cost I will always stand by you. Whenever I feel right, whenever I feel like nothing in the world can bring me down, I know I must be with you. Whenever I’m scared and praying for someone’s life in a way that I’ve never been before, I know it will be because I am watching over you. Wherever you belong, I will be there. You are my family Rose…” And with that I leant in and pressed my lips gently against hers, holding my hands upon the sides of her bruised and battered body and running them over it gently. Rose kissed back, twice as hard; firmly, but still in a soft, teasing touch. She pulled my shirt up slightly at the back, and ran her hands over my bare skin. I felt my spine tingle as she gently massages her fingers at. I pulled away from her slowly, and started kissing her down the arms and neck still holding her close to me in my arms. Until eventually, we just lay back together against the bed in each others arms staring out of the open window and looking upon the horizon. I couldn’t blame anyone for getting thoughts on their mind, after actions like those and a sight like this and wasn’t surprised when Rose spoke up with something that had been troubling her. “So, what happens now?” Rose asked “What do you mean?” I replied “Well,” Rose continued “We’ve defeated the Huntsclan; you’re supposed to be defending the magical community from them. It’s like you’ll have no purpose.” “Just because the Huntsclan is out the picture doesn’t mean the whole magical world is save.” I said back “Yeah, I guess you’re right…” she replied “Other then that,” I added “We’ll just have to heal, go back home and put all of this behind us.” “What about tomorrow?” she added “What do you think that will bring for us?” “I dunno,” I replied “But from now on I think I’m just going to live every second of life I have and never look back. I’ve come too close to death in the past few weeks; it’s really opened my eyes.” “Yeah, me too,” Rose said back “Anyway, goodnight Jake… I love you” she added ”I love you too Rose,” I said as she opened the door and walked out. With that I lay back gently and rested my head against the pillow, staring out upon the bustling streets of New York, with the one thing I’d my mind I’d wanted to keep out. What would tomorrow bring? So I lay there thinking about what ‘tomorrow’ had meant to me for the past few days; another day to struggle, another one to survive, another fight to win and another war to start, another shadow of doubt and another ray of hope. But really, the one thing I’d hoped for, I’d prayed and dreamed for was just to be with Rose, happy and safe, as one. As far as I was concerned ‘tomorrow’ had already come…
^ Well that's it. I'm pleased to give this story a happy ending! Thankyou to everyone who's ever read or reviewed this story. I really appreciate it. I'll see you all on January 25 (January 24 for Americans) for the Yesterday That Has Returned!
Better late then never Raffi lol and I know, this fic into turned into so much more of a drama then I expected. I guess I didn't know how far it would go, anyways thanks a lot! I'm glad you envied it because I'm guessing that was your way of showing you really like it XD
You don't need to get all "Ash" (XD) on me either, don't worry, I've already begun work on The Yesterday That Has Returned, I'm just not putting it up straight away as it will give me time to focus on my other fics and art, as well as give me a bit of a headstart so I don't have to be constantly writing through my school terms.
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