The End we Spoke of...
It is Almost Here...
Your Enjoyment Feeds us.
A pistol pointed at Xavier's face, holding his friend's body as he tries to think of a way to prevent his own demise. "You have to be such an idiot to be still alive." he said in a quiet voice. "You were always like that. Aeris was a hard place to live in, but you never chose death to be your fate." He faced his pistol down. "You always chose the route I would never. You know I looked up to you. Everything you did, I tried to follow. When you left..." Xavier got back up and back away slowly. "When you left, I didn't know what to do."
Tel, with his left leg burnt off, he tries to reach for a pistol on the floor. Psycho kept talking, allowing Tel and Silas to get themselves back up to use. "You need to stop, Psycho. We keep fighting and fighting, and for what? To kill me? This is all done for. We need to turn you in. They will help you"
Silas was repairing his leg in a corner, while Tel was crawling towards a pistol to get his counter on Psycho before he starts to pay attention. "No. They won't do that. I know the federation. They torture us. They try to make sure they beat the wicked out of us." Tel, in an alarming embrace, he grabs the pistol. He has this chance of triumph. His chance of saving the team.
"But like I said, I wanted you kill you myself anyway." Psycho pulls out his blade and points his pistol at Tel with the gun in his hand. He fires. The bullet dug into Tel's robotic head. As is body hit the floor, Xavier trembled as Silas' eye turned black. Xavier's mind grew of anger once again. His anger was so hot, the only thing he could see from his actions was his grunt.
His sight being blurred with a white smoke. His body is being taken over by some strange force. In the white mist, he sees two familiar figures walk towards him, one tall and the other hunched.
"You again? I thought I told you to not mess with my fish stick!" The tall figure shouts it out with an Irish accent.
"I told you not to shout that out, brother," the hunched one says in a deep-voiced British accent. "Now, why are you here protagonist?"
"What? Who are you?" he shouted.
"We met before. Remember that wrist blade?" Xavier takes a look at his hand and stares at the blade socket on top of the backhand of his wrist. "Now you remember!"
"Of course he did! The All-Maker himself gave him the instructions, Brother Bill!"
"I know, but he doesn't know that, Brother Sheogo."
"Can I ask who you guys are and why am I here?"
"Of course! You can ask away!" he said excitedly.
"Don't be such a joker, Sheogo. You remember me, but you forgot my name? Well, then. Bunker Bill at your service," he gave a little bow towards Xavier. "This is my brother, Sheogo. He was..."
"I used to be miner!" Sheogo muffled a laugh.
"He was a broken aspect of the All-Maker's mind." He said quietly. "Now for where we are? We are in the All-Maker's lair! A holy place of wonder and grace."
Xavier began to think harder. He couldn't contemplate why he was here. Thought of him being dead started to fly in his head. "Am I..." he didn't want to let it out. "...Dead?"
"Dead!?" he said in confusion. "No. Your mindful friend, if you catch my drift, took control of your body."
"What!? No. This can't be happening. Tareen said he wouldn't do anything if I followed his deal."
"You should have resisted him, Xavier." Sheogo said in a loud tone. "He is a spirited demon who escaped the All-Maker's mind that caught you as his puppet. He only gave you this deal to drive you to his own power!" Sheogo said in a fast and exhausted voice.
"He is right, Protagonist."
"What can I do?"
"We have, but useless advise. You fate is in the All-Maker's hands." Xavier's vision began to get filled with white smoke as the images of his battle with Nicholas. His hands felt as if someone was guiding him as he started to get to his reality. As soon as the white smoke faded out of his vision, he was back in control.
Xavier's hands drop to his waste as Nicholas strikes his blade to Xavier's right shoulder. Xavier falls to the ground with pain surging to his right arm and chest. Nicholas places his blade to Xavier's neck as he struggles to withstand the pain. "You are finally in my hands!" he said. "What a pathetic way to lose. You were taking the advantage of me until you just gave up like that." Xavier blood fills the floor. "what are your last words? Words of peace? I know you don't have faith in god, but what would you say before you enter the skies or the burning grounds?"