I slowly, with support from the pillar inside the wagon, dragged myself up with blood dripping down from my head. Well, I can say I haven’t been in worse scenarios than this, but at least if I am going to die, it's best to go out with a blast. The black human-shaped figure in front of me smiled with his red eyes and a smile with the only area of whiteness coming out from my understanding of weird white teeth.
It slowly moved towards me, and I put my right foot forward a little bit in an attempt to show that I was ready to fight, even if I looked like I was preparing for the hospital bed. It stopped and started to laugh, with the white area under the red eyes split up; the white shit had to be its mouth.
“I am not even hurt; your master is on the other side. You have a look in your eyes that death will happen very soon. You think that your puny right foot will scare me.”
I gave him a smirk and said nothing because it was right, but I would not give it that advantage. It quickly moved towards me, and I saw his right leg come up in the air and bend slowly backward, feeling safe with the pillar in the way of the kick with a swoosh sound in the air, noticing I missed the movement of the kick towards me. The leg had disappeared, staring at the pillar split open in the middle. I quickly looked down at my chest area and saw a line of blood filling the upper side of my shirt. How is the fuck much more blood do I need to lose until everything is over. I looked down at the foot of the black figure and noticed something of the white color sticking out from it. Of course, my blood was covering it, too. Is it a white knife sticking out from the foot?
I tried to get up from the floor, but the figure took two steps back, and a back-kick came in my direction. I rolled to the side with It barely missing me. Suddenly, it came close up on my face before I could even react. I just saw the red eyes with no soul, no personality, no feelings, only a smile, which suddenly made me feel immense pain in my stomach; as I looked down, I saw the hand of the figure inside my stomach. It grabbed my blazer with its other hand, and I was suddenly flying backward until I stopped and heard some cracking sound on my back, falling on the floor. I hit something that probably made my back break, or I hit something that made a cracking sound; either way, it didnt matter anymore. My death is waiting for me now. It was over now. I could still see the aisle in the train and the ongoing fight, but I had no energy to move. I can watch and just wait for my death.
“He is on his way to die, bleeding to death. Let's kill his master now,” The black figure uttered and started to walk away from me.
I need to help Valldor; why am I so weak?
“You are weak because you are who you are!” A voice said.
I tried bending my head up and down to see if someone was there who could read my mind. Still, the closest one to me was the black figure in the middle of the wagon helping the cloaked individual fight against Valldor. Am I hallucinating right now, or maybe I am on my way to die?
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“You are not dead yet and not hallucinating. I am your conscience talking to you. I am just kidding with you. If you want help, I can make you temporarily strong, and you will have all my powers for a moment. It's just for a moment and not forever. I don’t want to die together with a measly human who fights like a low-life peasant. We can only use this once because of all the ramped-up energy stored inside the body when you were a child. With all that saved energy, we must restart again now, but we die with you if you die, so we will interrupt and save you from dying. The voice told me, which made me believe my hallucination was going way overkill right 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, but I've been waiting for it. Still, I was weak for a moment because you are a pointless human peasant. I listened to the other generals, and we decided to join your journey. I regret it now because you were not the chosen one, and I cant see any potential in you. The only reason for me saving you is because 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 told it.
“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 on 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 around half of it. All my injuries had shut closed and stopped bleeding anymore, and I had some movement again. Everyone was standing still and staring at me when I looked up to join the fight. I looked back to make sure they were looking at me. Valldors face expression looked worrying.
“This can't be; you were on your way to die. I struck you on your stomach, and it should not be able to handle that pain. Your back should be all broken with you bleeding to death,” The black figure said.
“This cant 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. They are forgotten and never mentioned in the history books, and there is a reason for that. HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT NAME?” Valldor screamed out.
“Eh…Okay! Well, why did everyone stop?” I commented back to them.
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 in to the wagon, but you won't be here telling the story.”
So, only one enemy was left, and my energy was slowly waning. The fighting had temporarily stopped with the green hand cloak and Valldor staring at me with scared facial expressions. Now that I think about it, why did Valldor comment on the name Gandor?