The final decision
Oichidan here!
I gasped, sighed.
Arufi was too strong. With her whips ready, plus with that black dude attacking swiftly, I was outmatched easily. The entire body of mine felt nothing but scratches of pain that kept tickling my nerves. To no surpise, most part of my body were bleeding. The enemy, however, was like, unharmed. Anything did mean nothing for them.
I thought about several plans to kill them in an instant, but everything resulted in nothing but more and more pain throughout my body. The black’s thrust punch, and Arufi’s whip slam, almost wrecked my bones into pieces. Though I still had the enough energy to stand up, I still couldn’t outmatch them.
What should I do?
The black and she stood quite far from me. I tried to stand up, ignoring the pain, lifting my kendama up again.
“See?” She exclaimed. “You’re no match! Dying soon, you are!”
I sighed, turning my head to face her and gave her a sinister smile. “Who cares?”
Her emotion was triggered. “Are you out of your mind!?”
“You can’t kill me?” I said. “You coward.”
The word ‘coward’ shocked her. Her body was trembled for a few moments/
“As you were, in that insolent organization.” I continued. “So I’m the antagonist right now, eh?”
“Watch your mouth!” She exclaimed angrily.
I put a grin. “Humph.”
“You damn blabbermouth!” She was angry, so angry. “You’re against God’s soldiers! Aren’t you scared!?”
“God?” I questioned innocently. “As far as I know, God never teach anyone to make their same faction the enemy.”
“What the...” She was astonished. “What you mean by that!?”
“No time for sissy explanations.”
I put my stance, and jumped straight to them with my Kendama ready to attack. The black swiftly emerged behind me and kicked my body upwards, lifting ...
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...aving you alone—”
“Don’t you listen?”
“B-brother!?” Ishimaru exclaimed. He cried, looking down. I turned my head to see his tears drooling out from his eyes.
“I have no more trust and belief to friendship. Soon, if I continue living, you all will left me behind. Please, get away.” I stated. “It’d be better to be left behind intentionally, rather than to live in a false friendship.” I continued, before finally turning out. My breath was more and more weakening. My vision was starting to be blurry, so do with my listening. My eyes were starting to shut slowly. When it reached half to shutting completely, I said my final words.
“Brother.”
“Thank you.”
Then my final breath eventually went out from my lungs in a single ending blow.
I felt nothing. I saw nothing. I listened nothing. I felt nothing was coming to my lungs. I minded nothing. Everything went dark, as black.
... and out of my lungs as I breath, the thunderous beating in my ears is starting to resend. I look around and realize that I have fallen less than halfway to the ground. I am a live, but my job isn't done yet. I pulled my feet together and make two perfect bounds to the ground below.
All eyes were focused on me. This was it. The tension had been building up to this point, and I knew there was no way out. I had gotten myself into this predicament, and I was the only one that could get myself out of it. There was nobody to turn to, for they were all waiting for my final move. I had never felt so alone, so isolated.
“Give it here wigger!” The two charged at once, dumb fucks, Karkat leaped over them. One collided with the wall, the other hit the office door. The sound the highblood made from inside was terrifying and Karkat could hear him approaching the door. Now was the perfect time to run and he did.
I lunged at him, my sharp claws going straight to his chest, but the chain armor he wore held strong and I left only white scratches. I pried
“Oh, but you see, you said you were listening on their plan did you not? They were sure to have said and exit point.”
“Aristotle. You are forgetting that I am not anybody and I am angry with everyone.” He went silent again and I sat there wondering what had just happened.
Screaming with each burst of blood the blade brought forth from the monster, its grip on my stinging arm growing looser with each cut. Eventually she reached its head and sunk her blade into the back of its neck, a spray of warm, yellow blood coating my arm, shoulder, and head as it dropped me.
"So I was right. Not even my closest "friend" can stand before me now. But then again, why would a monster like me need any friends. None of you care anyway."
When they started to pump and he ran forward, I sprung into action. Getting up I flung air coming from the open door at him. It did nothing but slow him down a little. But it was better than nothing.
The battle was going well until as I turned to attack another I saw Duncan swarmed, my brain froze as I watched people if you could still call them that sink there teeth into our leader and as if I had been possessed raised my gun and put a bullet into Duncan’s head.
“You of all people should be the last to question the order after all they did for you. You swore on your blood.”
“Yeah, I do think it was a little unfair,” I replied. “But at least we know we are going to get killed and don’t really have to worry about it.”
...ed eyes, vision growing fainter, body becoming paralyzed, and the hum of the hospital machines muting to a dull throb. And slowly I rise, rise into the escape of pure bliss.
I can feel the sweat dripping into the cuts on my arms and face. It stings, like really bad, imagine getting bitten by mosquito, then imagine getting bitten all over your body about fifty times, yeah that bad. My blonde hair matted down with sweat. I stand my ground though and wipe the sweat away from my face on my arm. The bow in my left hand is getting heavier and heavier by the minute and the I count only three arrows left in my quiver. If I’m going to make a move I have to make it fast. I see his shadow against the wall of the cave lit only by three torches. The golligon, a man who is about three feet taller than me and 250 pounds of pure muscle, and in place of his legs he has the tail of a snake, slithers towards me. I can tell he is fatigued as well as he is not moving as fast as he was at the beginning of the match. I dodge the swing of his giant double sided axe and as I lay on the ground I pull and arrow out of my quiver and nock it onto my bow string. I take a breath, pull the string back to my mouth, I aim it at his back and let the arrow fly. It hits him right in the center of the back, I take a breath of relief and start to lay down when I realize that I’ve only made him angrier. He slithers towards me again. I start to get up but