Looked around, wondering why Cloakinho was screaming the lungs out in what sounded like a male voice. A black figure jumped over the seat, ignoring Valdor as it approached with red burning eyes. It was only a pillar between us as the whole wagon went quiet after the scream. I tried to stabilize my breathing, but it was hard with the pain, and I could feel that there was not much time left. My body, weakened by blood loss and coming closer and closer to an end, I need to try to last at least a couple of minutes and get rid of this black figure so Valdor can defeat the green hand.
The figure kicked from the right as I went to the right of the pillar, both of us missing. It ran around the pillar trying to punch me as I grabbed at the top of the pillar and lifted my whole body and slammed down with my butt on the head of it as we both fell on the floor and I quickly rolled away with a blood trail behind me. The eyes were still burning bright red on it, and the whole scenario took a lot on me. I moved my right foot slightly to show that I was ready for a fight again, but the reality was that I was preparing for a hospital bed or the grave.
"Sssss…You think that lame right foot will scare me? I do not even have a scratch on me, boy. I can see in your eyes that you are waiting for death." It uttered with a dark, eerie voice.
I just smirked in a taunting way.
It moved towards me with a high kick, but in the air I saw the right leg disappear behind the figure's body, and with the sound of a swoosh I tried to bend backwards, but I never saw the kick, as the leg was never visible. It was standing behind the pillar when, suddenly, a smile came over it, showing me white teeth under its red eyes. What just happened?
I looked down and saw a deep cut over my chest as I was bleeding heavily, where the fuck…I saw a shining knife pointing out of the right foot with blood on it. I bent down, coughing, with my sight still behind the pillar to check what the next movement was as blood filled the floor. It tried a straight kick toward me, and I straightened up, grabbed its leg, and gave it a left hook as it stumbled toward the seats on the other side of the pillar. It had stopped smiling, and I put both my fists up, indicating that the fight was not over yet. From nowhere, it went left as I turned to the right, and suddenly it came up right in front of my face with the red burning eyes looking like it had no soul whatsoever, and right under my rib, I felt it, I couldn't do anything. The fucker had grabbed me by my rib, supporting it with its other hand. It swung me at high speed towards the wall, and I fell. No energy left, pain everywhere, losing so much blood, a circle of red quickly surrounded me. I tried to move my arms, but it was useless. All I could do now was to wait for my death, and I couldn't support Valdor properly. What a failure, why am I so unlucky?
The figure moved away from me towards Valdor. Was it going to do a sneak attack behind his back?
I need to help Valdor. Why am I so weak?
"You are weak because you are who you are!" A voice spoke.
I tried to move my head slowly to see who it was. There was nobody around me, only the black figure walking away from me. Am I hallucinating, or maybe I am dead?
"You are not dead…yet, and you are not hallucinating. I am…your conscience speaking to you. I am kidding, mohaha! If you want help, I can make you temporarily strong, and you will have all my powers for a moment. It is just a moment, not forever, idiot. I do not want to die together with you when you are in this pathetic state, as you are, and the worthless fighting style you are using. You are really embarrassing us. You are more lame than the soldiers I crushed during the war. There will only be one chance for this, and it will empty the energy tank we have saved up since you were a child, but it will be useless if you die here." My conscience spoke as I thought my hallucination had become even worse now.
I whispered:
"Please, conscience! Leave me alone, and let me go to sleep and get this over with."
"No! I am not ready to die yet. I haven't been to Valiant in many years and want to visit the place one more time before I vanish. The only reason for me saving you is that we will die if you die."
"Stop talking nonsense, conscience. Just go to sleep so I can die," I whispered to it.
"If you do not believe me, try saying my name then."
"Okay...Conscience!" I whispered and smiled at the joke my brain was playing with me.
"You still have a little fighting power left. Try to scream the name Gandor out." Conscience said.
It feels like the movie Fake Heart right now. The guy screams at the end and dies on the table. It's like that moment when I am on the floor and must scream out 'Gandor' instead of 'freedom'; it would be an incredible end.
"I think you watched too many movies; this isn't the movie Fake Heart!" I explained.
"Just do it!" Conciense said.
"Fine…GANDOOOOOOOOOOR!" I screamed out loud, feeling on the left area of my stomach something getting stuck together, and the bleeding suddenly stopped in my chest.
I got some movement back and buttoned up my shirt, removing the Grawler hand, seeing the knife wound was closed shut, and all the swollen parts on my upper body had disappeared, with only blue marks on them. I wasn't 100 percent, but at least half of it. All my injuries were closed to stop the bleeding, and I had some movement again. Everyone stood still and stared at me as I slowly got up from the ground and looked down the aisle, where the black figure stared at me, eyes getting really fired up. Valdor's facial expression looked worried.
"This can't be; you were on your way to die. I struck you in your stomach, and you should not be able to handle that pain. Your back should be all broken with you bleeding to death," The black figure said.
"THIS CAN'T BE. THE NAME YOU UTTERED IS THE COMMANDER OF ONE OF THE STRONGEST DEMON ARMIES IN VALIANT, AND YOU JUST UTTERED HIS NAME LIKE THAT. IT'S A NAME NOBODY TALKS ABOUT ANYMORE. HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT NAME?" Valdor screamed out.
I couldn't answer, or I wanted to give a dumb answer, but my mouth didn't move.
The black figure came towards me and tried again with a kick. I put my arm out, grabbed its leg, and stepped forward. With all my strength, I threw it towards the broken window, and I could see the red eye without a smile disappearing on the tracks.
"Now you know how I felt trying to get into the wagon, but you won't be here telling the story."
Interesting, did I get all my movement back?
So, only one enemy was left, and my energy was slowly waning. The fighting had temporarily stopped, with the green hand cloak and Valdor staring at me, both looking…scared. Now that I think about it, why did Valdor comment on the name Gandor?