Olivia is a 15 year old writer who has participated in many of the library’s writing challenges, including last summer’s Voyager Writing Challenge and this spring’s Bad Guy Writing Challenge. Red Strings is the sequel to Olivia’s first short story, Neutral Zone, and dives deeper into the motivations of the tormented villain, Vic!
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“What makes you think I was gonna kill him?”
Vick can admit that he is not the best person,
but he certainly is not stupid. He knew the oblivious, helpless person he and
Terrace quite literally stumbled upon was not to be killed. He may want the end
of the AWs, Alternate Worlds, but he is not that evil.
“You brought us here anyway,” Vick accused. The
first AW was not his ideal battle terrain, mostly because anything multiverse
travelers, like himself, killed there killed its counterpart everywhere else.
“No I didn’t! You did!” Terrace yelled back up
at Vick. Vick smirked. Even if he was not suspended on a swing, he was still
taller than the short creator.
recall ever thinking to put myself at a disadvantage.” Vick was not happy. He
lowered himself to the ground. He stared directly into Terrace’s ever changing
“It’s not like you don’t make mistakes,” Terrace
said. “We’re both human, Vick.”
“Human, huh?” Vick spat at him. The red markings
wrapped around his arms glowed with a fiery intensity. Vick scowled at Terrace.
He felt his familiar red strings flow down from the marks to his hands. He shot
them toward part of the back porch. The strings wrapped themselves around the
poor porch and paused. He shot Terrace a crazed grin. “What part of me is
He gripped his hand into a fist. He swung his
arm at Terrace as if he was throwing a shot-put. The strings strained and
yanked the porch out of the ground. In a blur of wood, the porch was on a
direct course toward Terrace. It landed with a huge Crash!and…
Terrace. Vick knew that would happen, but was not in the mood. Terrace had
teleported over to the fence gate.
Terrace teased. Vick was fuming. He angrily directed his strings toward the
nearest fence post, tore it out of the ground, and threw it at Terrace. He
could not care less if he killed anyone else, he just wanted to wipe off
Terrace’s smug grin.
He retreated his strings. Though he really
wanted to make sure Terrace was at least scared, he did not want to stick
around longer. Let Terrace take care of his own businesshe
thought, teleporting away from the destroyed yard.
Now, one may expect Vick to have some sort of huge base where he would
monitor the whole multiverse. That is not the case. Because of the
stereotypical villain, Vick’s “base” is in a small cabin in AW 27, another
“magic filled” AW.
Vick’s teleportation destination landed him in
the kitchen of said cabin. He took a peek in the fridge for anything that
looked edible. Believe it or not, destroying useless worlds worked up an
appetite. Vick took the leftover pancakes from breakfast and closed the fridge.
“Back already?” Vick heard someone say from the
“Not like you’ve been anywhere,” Vick grumbled.
“Dumb creator teleported the both of us to the original. I gave him a bit of a
job to fix.” Vick heard laughter. He made his way to the living room and found
the new(ish) recruit, dressed in all black, playing with a knife.
“The original’s found out, huh?” Blood laughed.
“Yep. Scared the kid out of his skin. You should
have seen it, turned him white on the spot.” Vick started gnawing on one of the
“My turn?” Blood asked excitedly, his eyes
flashing red as if to seal his intentions.
“Go aheath,” Vick said, half a pancake dangling
out of his mouth. “Whehe’s Lethon?”
“Lendon’s probably in his room,” Blood answered.
“Later!” Blood teleported out of the room.
Vick finished his pancakes and sighed. Blood
joined them —that is, the team— about two years ago. Vick never thought about
time because it did not mean much for a multiverse traveler like himself. It
changes too much from AW to AW that Vick just stopped caring.
Vick never asked Blood why he joined the team,
but Blood always seemed to know where Terrace and Cerulean were. Vick just went
with it. He was sure Lendon knew —he was the head of the team and he knew just
about everything about each of them.
Lendon was originally from AW 17, which also had
magic. Vick does not know much about his origin either, but does know Lendon is
pretty powerful. Vick has seen him
level a city in seconds. He has also fought
Terrace and Cerulean to a stalemate, which Vick has yet to do. Vick is not
patient enough for it.
“Yo, Vick!” yelled someone. Vick snapped himself
out of his thoughts and looked up. He saw another member of the team. He wore a
blood red sweater and black jeans. He stared at Vick with his cyan eyes burning
through his shaggy black hair.
“What do you want, Dultin?” Vick grumbled.
Dultin took playful offense as he flopped on the
couch next to Vick. “Why do you always assume I want something whenever I talk
do.” The day before, Dultin asked Vick to help him find one of his guns. Dultin
claimed it was his “favorite” and “couldn’t live without it.” They almost got
caught by the police in five different AWs and Vick came home sore.
Dultin came from AW 30. His father was a police
officer and taught Dultin everything about guns. Dultin said it was his
“calling” whenever he told the story. He claimed he brought a gun to “show and
tell” in Kindergarten and accidentally shot and killed one of his classmates.
Vick was wary about the credibility of the story, but did not put it past him
to do so.
“Okay, you got me,” Dultin said, raising his
hands up as if he was getting arrested. “I only want to know where Blood is.”
Vick forgot that Blood and Dultin had bonded over the past two years.
“Fine.” Vick closed his eyes and searched the
entire multiverse for Blood. Luckily, he had a good idea about where he was.
“Upmost. AW 10.” Dultin was stood up to leave. Vick grabbed his arm. “Let him
be for a bit. He’s playing with the original.”
Dultin seemed to understand and sat back down.
Blood did not come back in the next hours.
assuming the worst. He could barely think, mostly because Dultin was constantly
assembling and taking apart one of his handguns. Vick grew tired of the
constant clinking of metal. He stood up.
“Fine!” he groaned. “We’ll look for him. Get
your things. I have a trap.”
Dultin shot up, giddy to leave. “You think it’ll
work? It’s about 11 pm original time.”
“It definitely will. Terrace wouldn’t miss.”
Vick opened a portal. “Come on.” Dultin hopped into the portal as Vick
followed, sealing the portal after entering the location.
They ended up in a field surrounded by forest.
The clearing was almost miraculous.
Occasional dandelions popped up every once and
awhile. It was about noon in that AW.
“You’ve never seen me destroy an entire world,
have you?” Vick asked Dultin. Dultin shook his head no. “Well, today’s your
lucky day.” Vick’s markings glowed blood red. Vick knelt on the ground and put
both hands on the grassy field. He again felt his strings flow into his hands,
but this time they slipped out and into the ground like worms. Vick got up.
“The trap’s set.”
“What did you do?” Dultin asked with genuine
“Each world has a ‘soul,’ so to speak,” Vick
explained. “My strings can locate and destroy that ‘soul,’ leaving the world to
rot and disappear. The process takes about 10 to 15 minutes. Quick and
efficient. The only flaw is that Terrace can sense when my strings are close to
the ‘soul’ and can get rid of them the same way I distribute them. That is our
“Which world is this, anyway?” Dultin asked,
loading a pistol with one of his homemade bullets.
“AW 2,102,” Vick replied. He rolled his eyes.
“There’s too much of the same trash.”
“Darn right.” Dultin laughed.
The pair of delinquents were treated to a bright
flash of light. When the light diminished, Vick saw four silhouettes. Two
obviously belonged to Terrace and Cerulean. The third was the original, Vick
figured. Vick could not figure out who the fourth was. He seemed to be part of
Cerulean’s shadow, dressed in all black as he was.
Then he caught sight of his face. Vick stared at
him, a spike of disbelief shooting through his insides. He wondered what
happened in the last few hours that caused this.
Dultin started laughing. The laugh turned dry,
shooting imaginary daggers into their adversaries. “Yes, Vick, the trap
worked,” he said. He directed his now loaded gun at the “shadow.” “Alas, it
worked too well. We caught a ghost, and now it’s time to dispose of him.”
Dultin’s smile turned toxic. “Goodbye Blood.”
Dultin loaded and fired his pistol in half a second, aiming it directly at
Blood. There was no time for Blood to dodge. Better
off without himVick
A mind-numbing screech of metal was heard. Blood
had decided to deflect the bullet, using a knife to cut the bullet before it
hit him. The two pieces of the bullet fell harmlessly on either side of him.
Sadly, the pieces did not hit anyone else.
did not waste time. Arms glowing, he sent his strings toward Terrace and
Cerulean. They wrapped around their necks, daring to choke them to death. Vick
pulled and their eyes grew wide with fear. They started choking and clawed at
the strings to try to get air.
They were cut free soon after. Vick glared at
Blood, who had freed them. Vick redirected his attention to Terrace. The short
creator had eyed him and was holding his paintbrushes. “You got the other
three?” Vick half asked Dultin.
“Can’t wait to kill that traitor,” Dultin
“Just don’t kill Derick.” Dultin scoffed. Vick
could not worry about that. He had to keep Terrace from saving the AW. And he
had a great idea. In the long time that he and Terrace have been fighting, he
knew he put others as more important than himself. That was his flaw. Vick
wondered if Terrace would ever learn after being exploited so much.
strings shot toward Derick. The “poor kid” did not know what hit him. Vick
pinned Derick’s arms to his sides and suspended him in the air. Vick shot
Dultin a look. Dultin smiled, pointed another one of his “special” guns at
Derick, and fired.
Terrace looked terrified. He froze and looked up
at Derick in disbelief. Cerulean displayed similar emotions —even crying, to
Vick’s delight. Blood just stared at Dultin. The gaze held back a hurricane of
emotions, ready to be unleashed.
Vick watched as Blood almost doubled over,
clutching his side as if he had taken the bullet. Vick smirked. “Dultin, what
was in the bullet?” he asked playfully, getting everyone’s attention.
“Well!” Dultin responded excitedly. “That was
one of my special concoctions! It locates magical bonds in the recipient and
exploits the connection!” Dultin stared at Blood. “I wanted to use it on
Cerulean, but you —you lying traitor— deserved it more.”
Derick started coughing. He was struggling to
get out of the strings, but to no avail. Vick only tightened his bindings.
Derick was staring at the ground in fear. “C-Cerulean? Why’s the ground red?”
Cerulean and Terrace gave him a terrified look.
Vick smirked. “Looks like someone forgot why
they were here. Forgetful creator,” he teased Terrace while shaking his head.
Vick turned his attention to Derick and shot him a crazed smile. “That’s what a
world looks like before it’s destroyed. Terrace was being slow, as always.” He
nodded at Dultin. “Hope you all enjoyed your little late night expedition. I
“Burn…in…hell,” Blood said, still holding
his side in pain. “You know…you didn’t.”
Dultin’s instinctual course of action was to
shoot Blood with another one of the special bullets. The bullet passed through
Blood’s head without spilling any blood. Derick let out a strained yelp in
pain. Vick dropped the now passed out kid from his strings. Terrace ran to
catch the kid in time and, unfortunately, did. Vick almost signaled Dultin to
leave when Cerulean also dropped. This shocked Vick. Any new connections like
that shine like a beacon to Vick. That
connection is nowhere near newhe
He motioned at Dultin that it was time to leave.
They both teleported out of there, just as the ground started collapsing. They
arrived back at their base and just… stood in the living room.
“That traitor!” Dultin yelled, kicking over the
living room couch. “I swear, I’m going to kill him after ghosting us like
Vick was also mad. Blood was the last person he
saw deserting and flipping sides. Honestly, he thought that if Dultin ever had
therapy, he would be first. Dultin did what he did because he thought it was
fun. Vick always saw that as a poor reason, so he always thought Dultin would
He, Lendon, and Blood all had solid reasons, he
assumed. As already mentioned, he did not know much about either of the two,
but he pieced together that Blood has something against Cerulean. Vick did not
know what, but after what happened with the bullets, he knew it was deep.
Lendon was still a mystery. Vick had no idea of
how he even got so powerful in the first place. He just remembers when Lendon
recruited him to his team. Vick could feel his power. It emanated from him like
a radio signal that Vick could pick up and listen to. He remembered feeling
uneasy as his fierce orange eyes stared into him as he spoke.
snapped back into reality as Dultin toppled the couch again. He was still angry
about Blood. Dultin stormed off to his room. Vick figured he should go to his
room also. He thought about telling Lendon, but Vick had a feeling he already
Vick went up the staircase in the back of the
room toward his room. It was the first door on the right. He opened the door to
his bland room. He never bothered to decorate. He didn’t like clutter, and
didn’t see any reason in doing so. He wasn’t in his room much anyway.
He was, however, exhausted. He plopped on his
bed and went out like a light.
was in a white and black area. He didn’t bother looking around. He knew where
he was. The landscape swirled with the white and black colors, but nothing else
could be seen. He also knew that. He did not know why he tried every time.
Where was he? Well, he was home. His AW.
There was nothing. Vick did not know what
happened, but what was supposed to be an actually livable space with other
people only turned out to be him. He could not count the number of times he had
false hopes about someone being out there and disappointed when there was not.
Sometimes, the area would play tricks on him and the blackness would shape like
a person and then disappear.
He always dreams of being here. He cannot
remember ever having a “good” dream. He always looked at the other AWs in
disgust. They had so much when he had nothing. That is why he is so numb.
He simply does not care.
He did not always have the marks, either. They
were blood. When he was stuck there, he would often think and dream about
death. That was the only way out he saw. He would constantly dream of killing
himself and the like. One time, his dream did not go away and he found the
markings on his arms. The strings were painful at first, it was like shaping
his own blood, but he grew numb to it.
Leaving was a complete accident. Vick remembered
wishing to be somewhere better and he was instantly in a forest. He instantly
knew he was not home. He heard birds and excited shouts. He followed them to a
campsite with about five tents. Kids were running about as parents watched
loosely while conversing with each other.
Vick was mad. He did not know that was out
there. Why did he not get any of that? Why did he have to live in that
nightmarish landscape while they had everything? His markings glowed blood red
Vick stared up at his ceiling. That was the
first world he destroyed. It was the 3,979th AW. He never regretted destroying
it. He knew it had only been an hour. He could never sleep for long and hunger
was never a concern for him. He could go a very long time without eating and be
fine. Eating was more of a “hobby” to him, so to speak. He did not care if it
was abnormal. Nothing about him was normal anyway.
He really only joined because he was tired of
his place and he thought it would be interesting. He doesn’t mind working for
Lendon but made sure to tell Lendon that it would be no deal if he could not do
as he pleased at times. Lendon agreed to it and welcomed him aboard. Vick made
a point to destroy the world they were in before following Lendon. That was AW
Terrace was an almost immediate acquaintance
after he left his AW, but before Lendon (which was almost one and a half years
after he started). Terrace was very confusing to him. He did not try to kill
Vick, but also reversed the destruction of the AW. Confusion turned to anger
and Vick decked Terrace before teleporting away. He hit a few other AWs before
going back to his home.
Vick was not patient. He was, however, very
easily distracted by his thoughts. A few days could go by and he would not have
noticed unless something happened to or near him. He called this one of his
“trances.” He blamed it on his sociopathic behavior. He luckily never did this
during a fight. Plus, he never liked patience. He saw it as useless and
wasteful. If he wanted to wait around, he would not have left.
Terrace also lacked patience, in his eyes. Their
fights never lasted long and he could tell by the way Terrace used his attacks.
Surprisingly, Vick found that attacks say a lot about a person. Vick deduced
that Terrace was an outgoing person and would never kill anyone.
Someone was saying his name. He got off his bed
and sauntered down the stairs to the living room. “Look who decided to show
up!” Dultin smirked. Vick saw both Dultin and Lendon looking at him. Lendon
looked like he had a plan. He was wearing his normal green shirt, grey pants,
brown boots, and orange gloves. His aura hung around him like a magnetic field.
Vick took his seat on the fixed couch. “What’s
the plan?” he asked.
“Thanks to Dultin’s… experiment,” Lendon started.
“We know three of our four adversaries have a magic bond of varying magnitude.
Any magic bonds strengthen both/all participants, thus decreasing our chances
of defeating them. If we single out the one without any magic ties to the
others, we should be able to lure the rest into any trap we may set. For
instance, if we kept Terrace locked up here, we could count on the other three
coming to us. But, we would have to keep Derick out of it.”
though?” Dultin asked. “He’s weak and inexperienced.” He pointed a finger gun
at Vick’s head. “Just one well placed shot and—” He jerked his hand back in
recoil as if he shot Vick. “Well, no more problem.”
“Dultin, he’s the original!” Vick hissed. “We
can’t kill him.”
know what he may be capable of,” Lendon continued. “I intend on finding out one
way or another. After we successfully capture Terrace, we will be able to ‘take
out’ Derick. I’m thinking of the Prison. Thoughts?”
The Prison was an abandoned military base near
their cabin. Each holding cell had soundproof walls and security cameras. It
was easy to monitor and there was no way to know if anyone else was in there
with you. Vick saw it as perfect. He nodded his head in approval.
“Finally!” Dultin said.
“Very well,” Lendon said, looking between the
two killers. “The plan will start as soon as possible. Places, everyone.”
Vick was out again. He had the task of luring
out Terrace, which would be very easy.
Another AW, another seed planted. Vick waited.
Terrace came alone. PerfectVick
thought. Terrace did not have time to react when Vick strangled him enough to
make him pass out. Vick dropped Terrace off in one of the cells in the Prison.
Not even a second later, Dultin came back with a
passed out Derick. Dultin paraded him around down to his cell like a hunter
carrying a deer he killed home. Vick thought for a second that Derick was dead,
but they were all still there so it was not the case. Now, we wait, Vick
thought. And wait they did. An almost 40 minutes.
Cerulean and Blood turned up near their base—
glorified house. Vick could feel them coming in the Prison’s direction. He told
Dultin to get ready. “This is exciting!” Dultin replied, playing with a switch
in the control room of the Prison. The two entered the complex. Dultin and Vick
watched them through the various security cameras placed in the maze-like
The moment came. “Now!” Vick shouted at Dultin.
Dultin slammed the switch down and a sliding steel door slid between the two.
The now separated pair tried to open/destroy the door, but nothing happened.
They continued on their separate ways. Vick radioed Lendon: “He’s all yours.”
Lendon was waiting for Cerulean. He did not give
any details on what he would do, so Vick and Dultin watched the security tapes
intriguingly. Cerulean walked back the way he came. He took a left near the
entrance and stopped at another crossroad. He took another left and a right at
another crossroad. All along the walls are doors leading to cell after cell after
cell. “Close the left door,” Vick told Dultin. At the upcoming intersection,
the left door closed. Cerulean’s only options were right or backtrack. Cerulean
took the right.
That was where Lendon was. Cerulean stopped and
started backing away from him. Dultin was about to close the door behind him,
but Lendon made a magical barrier, blocking Cerulean’s escape. Vick heard
Dultin snicker. To be honest, Cerulean’s terrified face was hilarious, but Vick
shut him up.
“Poor Cerulean,” Lendon sneered. “A weak shell
of a human that wanted too much. Now look where that got you. Your so-called
‘friends’ are gone and it’s all your fault.”
“No, no!” Cerulean said, still deathly afraid.
“I couldn’t have known!”
“Maybe,” Lendon smiled. “But, think about it. If
you didn’t split yourself, maybe you could’ve found them and left by now.
That’s not done by now because you’re weak and pathetic.”
“No… no!” Cerulean shook his head. Cerulean
was frozen still by an orange glow around him. “That’s not true!”
“Oh, quit lying to yourself. It’s tiring,
really.” Lendon walked toward Cerulean. Cerulean tried moving away, but the
orange magic held him in place. Lendon tilted Cerulean’s head toward him so
they made eye contact.
“No!” Cerulean tried looking away, but couldn’t.
A blinding orange light filled the security camera. After blinking away the
after effects, Vick saw only Cerulean in the corridor. He walked over to the
dropped radio and radioed the duo in the control center. “Open the doors,” he
said. He stared directly at the security camera.
They saw his
eyes and immediately opened the doors. His eyes glowed the same orange as
Lendon’s. Well, he can possess people now Vick thought. He cracked a
smile. “He’s certainly full of surprises,” Vick said aloud.
“You bet!” Dultin said. “This just got better!”
“It sure did,” Vick said as they continually
stared at the cameras. One more to gohe
kept to himself.
Lendon was approaching Blood. Blood must have
sensed him because he said: “What do you want, Lendon?”
“Blood!” Lendon said as Cerulean. “I found the
switches to the doors and opened them. We should continue looking together.”
“I’m not a naive fool, Lendon!” Blood continued
without turning around. “Leave me alone! I’m not going to be part of your team
Lendon laughed. “That’s crazy Blood!” Cerulean’s
voice said. “Why would I want you back? You obviously can’t be trusted.” Blood
finally turned around.
“Cerulean?!” Blood shouted in surprise. Lendon
stared at Blood.
“It would be easier to kill you now!” Cerulean’s
voice took a dark turn as Lendon lunged for Blood’s throat. Blood sidestepped
Lendon. He threw a knife in his direction. Lendon latched onto it with magic
and used its momentum to fling it back at Blood. The knife destroyed the door
“No way!” Dultin yelled.
“What?” Vick asked.
“That’s where I put Derick! How did he know?!”
Cerulean did not convey any emotional reaction.
Blood helped Derick out of the wreckage. “ ‘Really accurate hunches’, huh?”
“Hey, I got you out, didn’t I?” Blood responded.
Blood shoved Derick behind himself. “Go find Terrace. I’ll deal with Lendon.”
“Who’s—?” Derick began to ask before he started
glowing orange. He was struggling against the translucent bindings.
Lendon smirked. “You’re not going anywhere,”
Cerulean’s voice said.
“Let him go, Lendon!” Blood threatened.
“Sure.” Lendon threw Derick against a wall. The
wall was damaged on impact and debris went everywhere. Blood tried to protect
himself from the blast, but Vick could see clear cuts in his sweats.
Derick was not unscathed. He had a huge cut on
his cheek and Vick bet that he had popped his arm out of socket. He had many
other minor cuts everywhere. He struggled to get up, using the wall as some
sort of crutch. He looked at Lendon. “Why?” he asked. “Why Cerulean?”
“Cerulean’s not here,” Lendon smirked. Blood
walked up behind Lendon and tried to hit him with the blunt end of his knife.
Lendon froze him and sent him flying into one of the
other cells. “You’re very annoying, Blood.” He
sighed. “It’s not like you’ll actually try to kill me. Though you might’ve
wanted to kill him, you can’t kill Cerulean.”
The dust cleared and Blood was staring Lendon
down. “… heh heh…” he laughed. “Who said I was trying to kill you?” Blood
looked like he would drop down any moment. He threateningly raised a glowing
red knife at Lendon. “By now, Derick’s been looking for Terrace. You really are
unobservant idiots.” He eyed the security camera on the wall, which was
directly at Vick and Dultin.
Vick was mad. He did not like that he was that
easily distracted. “Where is he?” he wondered aloud while searching the
“There he is!” Dultin pointed at one of the
screens. Derick was walking quickly; it seemed as if he already knew where
Terrace was. Vick realized he was heading in the right direction.
“I’ll go stop him,” Vick told Dultin. “Keep
watching Lendon, just in case something goes wrong.” Dultin puffed up in
resistance, but did not make any moves to challenge Vick.
Vick teleported to where Derick was last seen.
He did not want to accidentally hit Terrace’s cell while he tried to stop
Derick, so he concocted a plan. His arms glowed red as he pursues Derick, who
was getting dangerously close to the cell. He shot his arm forward, his strings
lashing out toward their target. They grabbed onto Derick, promptly stopping
his progress and incapacitating him.
out a surprised shout as he was yanked backward. Vick’s strings pulled him back
like a fishing rod being reeled in. Vick grabbed Derick and teleported the both
of them to the one place that Vick knew would do nicely.
The landscape swirled around their arrival.
Nothing made a sound. The endlessness was welcoming Vick home. “Home sweet
home,” he said.
Derick tried asking before a tight squeeze from his bindings shut him up. He
seemed to be shaking from pain. Vick has almost forgotten about his injury
Vick laughed. “You’re lucky,” he said. “You’re
the first to see this place. There is nothing here. This AW has no number
anymore. Such a fitting place for someone like me.” Vick’s strings let go of
Derick. It’s not like he can do anythinghe
Derick hit the floor immediately. He used his
right arm to help himself up as his left hung limp. He managed to get himself
into a sitting position. “This… is where you’re from?” he asked. Vick
shrugged, not interested in the slightest. “Do you have any family? Friends?”
“What part of ‘there is nothing here’ do you not
understand?” Vick snapped. His markings glowed in his anger.
Derick flinched at the retribution. “So, you’re
really alone here? That’s—”
“I don’t want your pity. I don’t care anymore.”
Derick looked a bit annoyed at Vick’s
interruption, but thought a bit before talking again. “It hurts, doesn’t it?
Being alone like this?”
“What did I say about pity?” Vick spat daggers.
“And what would you know?”
“Nothing,” Derick shrugged. “I’ve never been
secluded like this. As for my knowledge, only you have. Only you can find a way
to deal with it.”
“It doesn’t affect me anymore.”
Derick laughed. “That’s like saying history is
nonessential. Vick, being numb is not coping. It’s blatant ignorance. You can’t
say you’ve moved on without, well, ‘moving on.’ It’s obvious you haven’t.”
Vick laughed. The longer it went on, the crazier
it was. “That’s what Terrace has been saying all this time. I don’t need two of
him.” Vick’s strings reattached themselves around Derick and lifted him into
the air. Vick opened a portal back to the Prison underneath him. He slammed
Derick down through it and jumped in after. Vick’s strings receded.
Derick hit the floor with the satisfying sound
of bones breaking. Derick shakingly stood up and trudged over to one of the
cells. Vick was about to follow when he saw Lendon, the real him, get flung
into the cell Derick passed. The door cracked open and, well, curse their luck,
Terrace jumped out of the cell. He caught notice of Derick and immediately
generated his paintbrushes and painted him into some state of health. Derick
looked surprised, but didn’t say anything.
Blood walked toward them with a limp. He had
with him a non possessed Cerulean looking emotionally unstable. Blood devil
stared at Lendon. “Don’t you dare mess with Cerulean like that again!” Lendon
only hissed his denial.
Terrace looked between Vick and Lendon. “Your
plan didn’t work,” he said. “Good job! Bravo!” he teased.
“Terrace,” Cerulean rolled his eyes. Terrace
shrugged and teleported out of the Prison.
Cerulean and Derick followed, leaving Blood
Blood stared at an overhead security camera.
“You’re so lazy, Dultin,” he said shaking his head. He left promptly.
Vick sighed. He knew they lost. He caught
Vick knew it was not over yet. Not as long as
they three were there would it ever be over. Vick also smiled. He would be
seeing them soon.