8 Years ago.
Mori sat slumped in the wheelchair, bones wrapped in blankets like a body prepared for burial. Mr. N pushed him through a field of pale white flowers.
Mori's face was one of regret and grief. His injuries debilitated him. His eyes had no hope.
Mr. N however smiled, his locs waving in the wind. His eyes were dark, dead. But his face was the opposite it was alive, alert.
"And I was in my homeland. And man the conversations were great, we started talking about religion of course, my favourite."
He leaned closer to Mori's ear.
"And that's when I realized."
"You know who my favourite group of people are?"
Mori: ....
Atheists.
Because how, can someone exist and not believe in the devil?
Like regardless of social status, that level of ignorance should be illegal.
So, I convinced them.
All of them.
The entire village, I showed them hell.
.....
As Mr. N wiped his eyes he laughed.
He laughed repeatedly. As he pushed Mori back and forth in the wheelchair,
He kept repeating the same joke.
The hospital was abandoned, empty even.
But he kept pushing, he kept speaking.
Over and over and over and over and over and over again.
Until finally.
Finally.
Mori in the wheelchair finally chuckled.
Not one of amusement.
But one of madness.
Chapter 14- A Battle Between Two Elite Gaurds(1)
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Written in blood, the walls still weep, seven names carved deep in sleep.Calexsis hums, his breath now thin, Chanlet's eyes stare glassed within.
Lloyd lies twisted, arrows bloomed from his body like flowers,
50, no, 80, no, 190 arrows grew out of his body like towers
Osprey's song still echoes through the gloom.The wind remembers — soft, yet sly —It hums the tune of "who" and "why."
No blade was drawn, no scream was spared,Just silence—sweet, and well-prepared.For somewhere far, FAR AWAY, an entire unit fell in dissaray.
Mori keen and bright, wasn't even smart enough to see their fight.
The hunter smiles…and turns away closing in he walks further into the fray.
10 MINUTES LATER.
MUDDY WASTELAND outside the destroyed restaurant.
SHENANDOAH VALLEY, VIRGINIA
WITH MORI
As Mori holds his hand towards his ear listening for anything on his microphones he placed around the area he hears nothing.
Zinn panicked asks "Did we lose him?"
He slams his fist against the twisted frame of the car, mud splashing as he speaks into his broken phone.
Zinn yells into the communicator furious
"Where the hell is our tracker? Calesxis! Get the fuck over here—!"
He cuts off, uncomfortably wiping dirt from his face as he splashes through the mud and filth beside Mori, who is unfazed.
As they walk slowly
MORI almost amused slicked back his hair.
"No need to panic. He's coming back."
ZINN walks "What, is he stupid? Why would he take us 2v1 when he ran away earlier?"
Mori whistles in excitement as his earpiece picks up something roughly 1.2Km's away.
As he turns his head he looks at a 70 degree angle south. "You're right he won't take us on 2v1."
A WHISTLING SHRIEK cuts through the air. A projectile TEARS through Zinn's skull exiting in a burst of bone and blood, lodging itself in the concrete below the mud with a thunderous crack.
Zinn dropped like a puppet with no string.
MORI doesn't flinch. He watches the scene with cold admiration. "Dead center. Right through the ocular cavity… pierced the brain stem. Clean as a cucumber, hot damn. That dick might not work for anyone who doesn't look like your sister, but god knows you're talented at what you do."
As an arrow with a communication device hits the floor close to Mori, he pulls his leg back, the arrow starts to talk to him as he hears Osprey on said device.
"This is your last chance, old friend. Don't let me do this." Slight hesitation can be heard in Osprey's voice.