(Jerry, Loraine, Boris)

(??? in Jerry’s thoughts) You know, you’re the first man that ever treated me right.

(Jerry’s thoughts) No … why is this playing…?

Throwing the white cloud onto Jerry, the cloud quickly enveloped him, his entire head tucked inside of the cloud as Jerry spread his arms and hands in the air. Twitching his arms and body, Jerry’s inaudible voice was deafened by the muffled cloud.

(Jerry’s thoughts) No! Not like this! I’m not dying this way!

Luckily, a rope bound Pedro around his waist, causing him to collapse onto the wooden ground.

(Loraine) Hehe.

A small gust of wind gently shook the cloud of pure oxygen away, the cloud dissolving instantly.

(Boris’s thoughts) I should pay Fred more. His gust sweeper is pretty reliable.

With the cloud gone, Jerry took a big breath in, sucking in normal oxygen into his lungs as his nose bled and his mouth released a bit of lung fluid.

(Jerry’s thoughts) I thought I was done for… holy shit…

But he continued to cough and gag, his mouth continuing to release more lung fluid from his body. Clutching his right hand over his chest, he felt like it was being cut open, his face starting to turn a ghostly pale.

(Jerry’s thoughts) Shit! Maybe I am done for! What the hell was in that cloud?!

Boris slowly walked up towards Jerry, narrowing his face as his chubby body towered over him. Seeing Jerry tighten and convoluted with pain, Boris crouched down, his legs struggling to keep him afloat as his feet started to blister. Using his right hand, Boris pulled out his small metal inhaler from his jacket, his chubby hands firmly gripping the small handle.

(Boris) I guess what goes around comes around, huh Jerry.

Putting the inhaler into Jerry’s mouth, Boris pushed the small button on top, pushing small air into Jerry’s lungs. Seeing that Jerry was still pale, Boris tapped the button again, putting another round of small air into his lungs.

Again.

And again.

Until.

(Jerry) cough cough … I’m fine Jerry … cough cough … I’m fine!

Using his right hand, Jerry pushed the small metal inhaler out of his mouth. His mouth felt no signs of lung fluid coming out, nor did he feel a slight pinch of blood streaming down from his nose.

(Boris) Guess you’re good now. I didn’t want you to get oxygen poisoning, I had experienced that before and it wasn’t good.

Putting his hand onto his chest, the tearing pain that he felt in his chest was vastly toned down, the pain being bearable to the level of someone pinning a pin tack onto it. Caressing his chest, Jerry stood up from the ground as his vision returned to normal, the symptoms of pure oxygen seeming to go away.

(Boris) Now all we need to do is pry open some answers out of him.

From his pants pocket, Boris placed his hands deep down into his pockets, until he found a sharp needle. Pulling the needle out with precision, Boris carried it with his pointer finger and thumb, focusing on the needle as he double-checked it.

Turning his attention towards Jerry, who was standing up with him, Boris extended his hand that held the needle.

(Boris) Here, put this needle on me. Anywhere that may be discrete.

(Jerry) What are you plotting? It’s just a needle.

(Boris) sighs … Maybe that’ll connect the pieces.

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Boris dug his hands into his pants yet again, his hands feeling another object as he pulled it out. Instead of another needle, Boris had in his hands a little remote that had a motion tracker, his hand trembling as his fingers tapped the on the back of the remote.

Jerry focused his attention on the remote motion tracker, his eyes seeing the red light fast flash. Looking up towards Boris, Jerry’s eyes began to widen, his nose wrinkling upward.

(Boris) Just for safe measures, who knows what that lich has in store for us?

(Jerry) But what if you—

(Boris) Have faith in me, this is the only way to know what these abominations want with us. Specifically me out of all people.

Rubbing his chubby neck, he looked down towards the lich that was tucked in a bind, his eyes sharpening at the frail man who looked up at him. Pedro then looked downwards onto the ground, his face pushed down as Boris formally folded his arms.

(Boris) You’re after me, aren’t you? Who was your order given by?

Pedro continued to lie on the ground, hiding his face as it looked like he was kissing the floor. Despite looking away, Pedro forced his throat open, his voice barely audible as he continued to look down on the floor.

(Pedro) My boss doesn’t have a name. He usually nicknames himself, “The Fox”.

(Boris) The Fox? That’s an abnormal name for someone with so much power on his hands. So tell me, Pedro…

Boris then crouched down as he continued to look upon the back of Pedro’s head. Despite his legs barely keeping him stable as his chubby body forced his feet to gain even more blisters, Boris kept his eyes on him, his hands forming into fists.

(Boris) Why is he invading this city? My city? What goal or purpose does he have here?

Pedro lifted his head, his face seeing Boris’s eyes starting to twitch. Making a warm smile, the corners of his lips were pushed upwards slightly as he licked his lips.

(Pedro) Do you wanna ask him yourself?

Pedro got up like normal, getting out of the bind as he appeared to faze out of the rope. Stretching his arms and legs, he made sure that every limb of his body had tar running through him.

Boris, Jerry, and Loraine took many steps back, their faces dozing in a heap of sweat as their bodies soon released an aroma of body odor.

(Loraine) Oh no…

Sniffing the air around him while continuing to stretch, Pedro’s black eyes sparkled as he looked towards both Jerry and Boris.

(Pedro) Oh, I just love that smell.

Loraine put her arms around Boris’s right arm, her arms clutching onto him tightly as her face started to turn pale.

Jerry pointed his AR-15 towards Pedro, his hands shaking as a bit of blood dripped down from his nose. Noticing that Pedro was towering over Boris, Jerry tried to force his legs to work, but they buckled.

(Pedro) My boss wanted to speak to you personally, he knew that you’re connected to a person that he knows of.

Putting his hands on Boris’s shoulders, Boris looked away as the smell of Pedro’s rotten breath caused his mouth to puff up like a chipmunk. Gulping down whatever wanted to come out, his throat keeping guard for any chunks of human waste, Boris’s heart rate started to increase.

But Loraine put herself in front of Boris, extending both her arms outwards yet her face remained pale, but—

(Pedro) Out of the way brat.

Grabbing a hold of Loraine’s throat with his right hand, he carefully lifted his arm so that Loraine dangled her legs in the air. Tapping Pedro’s arm with her hands, Loraine gagged and suffocated as the grip was too tight, leading to her face turning blue.

Until Boris put his right hand onto Pedro’s right arm. Gripping his arm firmly, Boris had bulging veins sprouting all around his forehead, his fingertips digging deep into the lich’s arm.

(Boris) Let her go.

(Pedro) Do you promise that you’ll go with me?

(Boris) As long as you let her go now.

(Pedro) As you wish.

Pedro then dropped Loraine to the ground, her body collapsing onto the wooden floor as she continued to cough and gag. Saliva and drool continued to drip down from her mouth as she forced her lungs to let air in, causing Boris to shake his fists as he looked down at the ground.

(Pedro) Alright, time for you to go see the big boss—

(Jerry) Pedro! Don’t do this!

Putting the barrel of his assault rifle onto the back of Pedro’s head, Jerry continued to breathe. Pedro slowly turned his head, having the barrel of the assault rifle pointed towards his forehead.

(Pedro) Do what? What more do I have to lose or gain from this?

Jerry placed his finger on the trigger, his hand trembling. Forcing his finger to pull the trigger, Jerry closed his eyes as he tried to maintain his breathing. The more he was deep in thought, the more his body listened, his finger caressing the trigger.

Until.

(Pedro) Sorry, but we have a meeting to get to.

Pedro instantly gripped the helm of the assault rifle with his left hand pulling it upwards as soon as Jerry pulled his finger on the trigger. With the small storm of bullets coming out of the barrel that grazed Pedro’s hair, Pedro continued to clutch the rifle, his strength pulling back Jerry’s.

(Pedro) This shouldn’t kill you.

Pulling back his arm, Pedro steadied both his legs on the wood as his stomach clenched the core of his body. Throwing back his right arm, Pedro made sure Jerry had his grip on the rifle by…

Blowing into the gun.

(Jerry) What are you doing?

(Pedro) I think that should be enough to trap you.

Jerry tried to pull back his hands from the gun, yet…

(Jerry) What did you put in the gun?

(Pedro) Oh, I just breathed out high levels of ozone onto the gun, making sure my arms and the gun stuck together hard like candy. For my final trick…

Having his arm pulled back for a little while, Pedro thrust his arm, the arm traveling fast as it headed towards Jerry’s face. Reaching the point of no return, Pedro made contact with Jerry’s right cheek, his hand placing his knuckles onto his cheekbones.

(Pedro) Off you go.

At an exhilarating speed, the punch sent forth Jerry flying, the strength of the force causing most of the air around it to jump. Flying several feet from his current location, Jerry landed on the hard wooden floor, his right cheek.

An agonizing pain ripped through Jerry as if a sledgehammer slammed across his face. Putting his hands on his right cheek, he pushed his vocals to the limits as his throat contacted from the pain.

(Pedro) I’m surprised you’re still speaking after that punch.

Pedro then saw a broken window from the far corner of the room, his eyes focusing on the sharp shards of glass lying on the floor. The sounds of gunshots and screams were heard in the distance.

(Pedro) I guess Kenichi left huh? Come, Boris.

For Jerry who continued to wither in agony and Loraine to gag on the floor with her saliva, Pedro quickly hovered in the air. Seeing Pedro levitate on the ground, Pedro extended his right hand towards the chubby man.

Picking him up like nothing, Pedro flew out the window and left with Boris in tow.