Not even able to see what lay beyond or in front of her, or to the other sides in general, Hope widened her eyes as she looked over in Luke’s direction.

(Luke) Hey!

Luke reached for her hand that she didn’t even hold up, his fingers clasping onto her sweat-stained hand as he pulled her close toward him. Having her body wrapped around his, both of their faces were right next to each other, their hot breaths mingling with one another as he looked toward the danger that barely appeared.

A sudden gust of wind was blown from the direction of where Hope originally stood, causing her to grab tightly onto Luke.

(Hope) You saved me! How did you know!?

(Luke) Honestly … what …

(Luke’s thoughts) What’s going on? How did I know that I was going to save her just now…?

Unable to think upon that question, Luke turned his gaze toward the tall lich woman who was still lingering in the mist.

Having his blessing activated with full force, the little hairs on his back stood up as his eyes were peering into the mist. Clenching his teeth, with a couple of cracks dawning upon his enamels, Luke turned his head toward where both he and Hope originally came from, causing him to let out a huge gulp.

(Luke) Let’s get out of here Hope. I don’t think we can fight her in this mist.

(Hope) A-Are you sure?

(Luke) Well … I just don’t want you to die, that’s all…

(Hope) Then we got to hurry quickly.

Both of them having a tight grip upon their hands, Luke led the way out of the mist of death that surrounded them.

Pushing their heels to their limits, they soon started to blister from all the running throughout the entire day, with both their breaths starting to hitch inside of their throats. Tightening her grip on Luke, her body soon started to warm up as his thumb was protecting her hand from slipping.

(Luke) We’re almost there—

His face soon turned a ghostly pale, followed by his entire body stiffening up.

Turning his head around, he still couldn’t see what lay beyond the mist, as both Hope and Luke’s eyes were clouded and fogged from the mist. But even then, there was something that Luke was looking toward, his eye squinting at nothing while his ears perked up a gushing wind.

(Gemma) You’re too dangerous now!

Luke immediately lunged to the right of him, the danger that lurked behind him barely grazing the left side of his jacket. Still holding onto Hope, he continued to squint toward the light at the end of the tunnel that awaited both of them.

Gritting his teeth to the max, he closed his eyes as his blisters soon burst from his heels, his feet stabbing him from the hellish metal flooring.

Clenching Hope, clenching onto hope in his heart, he didn’t dare to let that sparkle of light fade away.

And at long last…

Both of their eyes saw the other end of the room, the cloud of mist and fog completely being plowed by the two that made it out.

(Luke’s thoughts) Y-Yes!

Another reverb service bell alarmed his entire body, causing him to flinch upward as he looked toward the mist that he and Hope escaped from.

Turning his head slowly, his peripheral vision caught the whiff of a creature that stook out both of her arms wide, her body completely in the air as she aimed straight at him. With nothing but a simple Uzi to defend himself with, Luke tried to settle his aim at the woman, but the speed at which the woman traveled was…

Faster than he ever imagined.

(Gemma) I didn’t tell you that you could go!~

Gemma’s hands quickly wrapped around Luke’s torso.

Having an iron grip upon his lower waist, she managed to get Luke to cough out a simple breath of air from out of exhaled lungs. Feeling as if he was being choked, Luke put his left hand toward his throat, wrapping it tightly as his windpipe was trapping the air that needed to go down.

(Luke’s thoughts) Got … got to do the technique David taught us…

By putting his pointer finger and his thumb into the deeper parts of his throat, he then put enough pressure to squeeze it. As well as opening his mouth wide and flaring up his nostrils, he put enough pressure into his throat that it opened up a massive influx of air that sped right down toward his body.

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Allowing himself to breathe, Luke pointed to his right Uzi which he wielded with his right hand, having his pointer finger caressing the trigger of his gun.

(Luke) cough cough … You’re … You’re …

And in that instant, the frustrations that he bottled up inside of his heart soon started to let out.

His forehead started to swell up with veins latched all across his left temple down to his right temple, as his legs that were being womanhandled by the lich started to move.

(Luke) Eat this you, piece of shit!

Luke then fired the trigger of both his guns, the barrels of both weapons melting as it continued a repeated pattern.

The light from the barrel of his gun created a requiem that surrounded the entirety of the building all around him, his eyes didn’t dare to look away at the lich in front of him.

Still clinging onto the light-haired young man, Gemma grits her teeth as drool starts to drip from the corners of her mouth, tar already spewing onto her jawline and neck.

(Gemma) What did you call me?! I’m your best friend’s crush, you piece of shit!

(Luke) You leave Fred out of this!

The bullets ceased firing as the trigger started to make a clicking sound from the depths of its metal. Hearing this, Gemma then slowly got up from Luke’s body, as the many bullet holes that were lodged into her face soon started to sprout out.

Which left her face being graded like cheese.

Many holes were located along her cheekbones and forehead, along with her nose and mouth having open wounds that left air through its wounds. With tar dripping onto the metallic floor, her face soon began to assemble.

Hot steaming tar started to form as the strands of bone and tissue soon collided against one another to reform her face. Her white pigment tissue stitching onto the holes that steamed out tar, led Gemma to let out a devilish smirk as her eyes soon were brought back to work.

Having her face spotless yet again, she looked over toward the now-standing Luke, who took the opportunity to arise when she was healing.

(Gemma) Someone’s not in a good mood.

Luke glanced at the trembling Hope who enclosed her mouth.

His sharp red eyes still had that mean glare, and his right side bang disguised his face which didn’t let even Hope to see. Not even clearing his voice, his rasped and trembling vocals continued to shake his throat and body as he motioned his command toward Hope.

(Luke) Go to Fred. Now.

(Hope) I’m going to fight with you—

(Luke) Now Hope!

(Hope) What’s gotten into you…

His eyes widened, his mouth clattering.

His breathing started to fasten as his heart started to pound against his chest, so much so it felt as if his lungs were going to explode. He kept his enraged eyes on the lich girl, his expression unchanged.

(Luke) Just … just please listen … I don’t want—

(Gemma) Let her do what she wants, asshole!

Gemma then kicked the ground with both of her heels, both of her fists having fully enclosed gloves that seemed to resemble boxing gloves. Her eyes narrowing straight at the defenseless Luke, he holstered back his uzi into his pocket.

As he raised both of his hands straight in front of him, both his hands enclosed into fists so tight, he could see white knuckles appearing.

(Luke) Then bring it!

Using his blessing, his fists became nothing more than simple wooshes and whoos as he glided his body endlessly.

Being on the defensive, Luke walked backward as he continued to glide across the metal flooring, glancing at the objects around him as Gemma relentlessly tried to punch him.

Noticing a fire extinguisher that was dangling from the edge of the wall, Luke shifted his body to the left as he avoided another punch.

(Luke’s thoughts) Let’s see if she likes cotton…

Her punches managed to hit closer and closer to her mark, her left punch barely grazed the edge of Luke’s leather jacket. Ignoring the rip of his clothing, Luke got both of his hands on the red metal object, pulling it out with all of his might, despite the hinges being nailed to the wall.

Wielding the extinguisher, he caught a whiff of another punch being thrown at him. Luke managed to stumble backward as he soon lost his balance with the floor. Because of this, Gemma thrust both of her hands toward the defenseless Luke, her knuckles popping out like sore thumbs.

(Gemma) Look who’s the bitch now, huh?!

With no other choice, Luke extended both his hands outward to showcase the extinguisher.

Gripping the metal with only the strength of his fingers, Luke closed his eyes as he arched his head away from Gemma’s putrid body odor. As for her, both of her fists managed to make contact with the metal object, making a literal hole with just her popped-out knuckles.

Which led to the spewing out of the sodium bicarbonate onto her face.

(Gemma) Ah! Stupid foam!

Luke still held onto the device despite his eardrums drumming the inside of his brain. Combined with his hands blistering from the sudden blast from the object, the extinguisher was still intact, as only the part that Gemma punched was punctured.

Unfortunately for her, most of the effect was given down to her, as all the noise, wind, and foam that came out caused her mouth to swell up.

(Gemma) You’re just like any other boy or man I met. Just a simple wannabe masculine douche that wants to save his darling angel.

Luke threw away the fire extinguisher as he took a couple of steps back.

(Luke) Does that include Fred?! Because I don’t think he’d want to be with you!

Seeing that Gemma was bleeding tar from her ears, Luke almost let out a smirk.

(Luke) I’m not done with you …

Putting his right hand inside his leather jacket, he quickly shuffled around his side pocket until his fingers managed to sense a Ziploc bag that was locked up in there. Slowly pulling out the bag, he used his jacket to keep it hidden to not let Gemma know of his plan.

Gemma’s eyes then managed to bleed out more tar.

(Gemma’s eyes) Wait … shit, am I going deaf?! And I can barely see! You have to regenerate fast!

As Gemma tried brushing away the tar with her hands, Luke took out a white crystal that was safely kept inside the ziplock bag.

Holding it safely inside of his right hand, he then threw it up and down as if he were throwing a ball. Having his left hand inside his pants pocket, he then tilted up his head as he continued to frown.

As Gemma soon started to emit putrid steam out of her body, her wrists already made a little twirling cloud around her body.

(Luke) Can you still hear?

(Gemma) I hear your pathetic voice so yeah.

(Luke) Good. I don’t think you remember this, but you know me and Fred specialize in this type of area—well, mostly me.

Stopping the throwing motion, Luke then gripped the white crystal with his fingertips, his palms staining the crystal with his sweaty palm. Letting out a devilish smirk from the corner of his lips, his eyes widened as he pulled back his right hand.

Spreading his feet apart, he dug his heels onto the floor’s surface with ease, his eyes beginning to turn a flash of crazy as his red eyes continued to redden even more.

(Luke) You never saw this, but you’ll see right now—

A hand stopped him from even throwing the piece of fulminated mercury at the lich woman.