Author's Notes: It took me a long time to write this. Some error pages kept popping up and I can't take this anymore! This happens to the best one I wrote out of the 7 I had to rewrite. If this gives me the error page again, expect this to on Marco Polo's blog page. I hope you like this and I hope it posts.
Death lingers beyond his path...
What chaos can this boy bring upon himself...
No matter, he's almost done...
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"No! Don't leave me!" the boy's screams in sadness. Blood trickles down his fingers, tears going down his cheek, his arms carry embraces the limp body of his fallen comrade. His friend choking to the pain and suffering he's enduring. "You can't go out like this!" he cries. "How will I remember you?" the blood rushing to his eyes, he could not respond. Three gaping holes show gracefully on his chest, he can barely keep his eyes open.
The boy saw his hand reach out to a satchel next his waist. He slips open the flap and pulls out a small wooden statue. With what little strength he had, he lifted his arm slowly and set it in the boy;s hands. "What-" the boy moaned. "What are trying to say, Broyce?" He pulled his lips up and created a smile. He grabbed the boy's hands in comfort him as his life slowly faded as his smile follows.
The air reeks of blood and burnt steel, Xavier is hit by the smell as his daydream retreats to the back of his mind. He stares at the Bloodseekers lying peacefully next to each other. "You still have the statue, don't you?" Tareen beckons in Xavier's mind.
"They look so peaceful..."
"You killed them."
"But so disturbed in spirit. I've killed many people in my run in this team, Tareen. But none as cruel as this!" his shout echoes through the halls.
"Do you still have it?" he said eerily.
"Yes, I still have the statue, you god forsake ***!"
"That was of your fault. Before you leave, remember our deal..." the cold regret hits Xavier. The deal was to keep for his sanity for taking anything off of the corps he killed. The regret and painful memories made him hesitate to follow the deal. As simple as it was, the reminder would kill him emotionally. "You're not taking anything. Let me help you, the swords."
The memories of the sword piercing into her skull starts to haunt him, flashing in his mind. The grieve and guilt he felt were filling him as he reached for the two swords. "Why am I doing this?"
"You want to keep your sanity, you make do with the deal." Silas stares at Xavier strongly. His robotic eyes turn blue and then to yellow.
"When are we going to leave?" Xavier gathers the two swords as he turned to Silas.
"Have you found the rest of wondering members locations?"
"Yes. And another large mass in the area." Xavier worries it's another he has to kill.
"Is it a life signature?"
"No. There is no heart or life signs." Xavier interrupts him.
"It's a droid?" he said. "What do you think it could be, Silas?" Silas' one eye looked ahead of him, processing what it can be,
"Possibly a Dorid following protocol." Xavier's eyes flared.
"A Dorid?" he shouted. "Do you think it could be Tel?"
"It could be, but it's physical form is too large for a normal Dorid." his eyes shifted to green. "I'm hoping it is, though."
"We should go check out the lifeless signature, then" Xavier mounts Silas to find the lifeless signature and the two missing members. They wander the halls as they set off to save The Invaders and complete the mission.
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The room is filled with a dark feeling. Blood and fear covers the walls as a dim light shines over it. Rats and mice scurry around the room as their footsteps echo slightly. A chair with Jell locked onto it is centered in the middle of the room and Psycho looking towards the monitors, watching Xavier's every move.
Psycho's eyes glare at the top of Jell's head as she face her knees. "You look tired!" he said casually. "C'mon! You're in a chair." Jell glances at his terrifying smile. "You can sleep tight and relax! I won't hurt you. Remember? All I want is to break your sanity."
Jell stayed silent. Her face stayed emotionless. The memory of what he had done to Shey flashed constantly in her head every time she saw him. "I know your pain," he said gently. "I had to watch a friend be beaten to death right in front of me. To this day," his voice was even more gentle. "Those images hasn't left my mind. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of his death. And it was all after you stole Xavier from me."
"You are no longer friends with the, boy!" Jell's voice shouted in anger. The thoughts of how she would kill him flew past her mind. She wasn't going to hesitate if she had the chance. Psycho grabs her hair and pulls her head back to the end of the chair.
"You don't understand!" he shouts, "He was my only friend that I could care about! And you changed him." Night Crawler is dragged into the room as Psycho's rage shows. He lets go of Jell's hair to let her see her love try to struggle out his men's arms.
"Remember, that I don't want to hurt you, Jaelen."
"How do you know my name!?"
"You think a madman like me wouldn't know his preys' names?" Jell's eyes glare in fear. Her frown makes Psycho smile as he walks to Night Crawler. "Will she mind if I take her eye? I mean, she does like to hide face, right? She won't mind." He pulls out a knife and places it against the side of her nose. "No, I don't think so." Shey's screams echoes out into the halls as she loses the sight of her left eye.