Chapter 69: I Am the Chorus of Screams, Part 4

Sam had intervened at the last moment, taking the tentacles meant to shred his little sister into his own body. It wasn't a logical or rational decision; he had prioritized his fleeting plans and desires over his own survival. But what could be done? The proud, selfish, and greedy one... he wanted it all. The tentacles writhed in his wounds. That bitch War wanted to make it hurt as much as possible. It wasn't enough to stab him. She wanted to tear him apart from the inside. She's returning the favor, Sam thought. And then he laughed. Except that I... if she destroys my heart, I can't regenerate it. Other organs maybe, but not the heart.

"Sammy!" Christina shouted, approaching. A ball of water swirled in her left hand, ready to be fired.

Sam raised his leg and stomped on the floor. The wood, already weakened by War, gave way, opening a hole in the ceiling. What had once been the ceiling came down completely, and they fell.

War didn't land too gracefully. Not with feline agility, but rather stumbling. And even the grip of the tentacles loosened a bit. In any case, enough for Sam to break free. Sam cut through all the tentacles with a rain of ice, like a steel curtain. They left fragments inside him, but that was the least of his concerns now. They would be pushed out as his wounds regenerated.

War's face was flushed, red as a tomato. The black blood from the tentacles had stained even her legs and skirt. Apparently, though he hadn't noticed until now, she felt what happened to the tentacles. Maybe she only had a minimal connection, but since he had cut so many tentacles at once, it had really hit her. He had hit that filthy bitch where it hurt.

"You're a slippery little bug, Samuel!" Hunger shouted, lunging at him. She had given up on trying to shoot him.

Sam was missing an arm. He was painfully aware of this, but it didn't incapacitate him. He lacked the arm to fight, his best weapon... He didn't have to control it with his hands or feet. His willpower was enough, which had always been his greatest weapon anyway. But the body adapts to everything, albeit slowly. He responded to War's attack as if he still had a left arm. Too late, he realized he wouldn't be able to deflect or block anything. But he didn't pay for the mistake, as a wall of earth rose in front of him just in time. War's arm was buried there. And as she pulled it out, Sam ran to the side.

He grabbed War by the head and slammed her against the wall. Through it, of course. Now that he had her in his power, he wasn't going to let her escape so easily. He grabbed one of her thighs, but not as she had wanted him to, rather to squeeze and twist, trying to tear it off. The flesh and skin, though with difficulty, yielded to his strength. He felt the bones crunch. He smelled the blood flow before seeing it. He also felt it running between his fingers. A familiar sensation, comforting and pleasurable. Sam smiled with gritted teeth, nothing more than a savage animal. His eyes like gold coins, reflecting nothing.

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He changed his mind. He let go of her thigh and plunged a hand into her stomach, twisting her entrails. But he couldn't get very far before War intervened. The tentacles were blindingly fast and stretched easily over great distances. Her wounds had begun to heal, so he wasn't keen on being impaled again. He was getting used to the movement of her tentacles; watching the fight between Hunger and War above all had helped him do that.

Despite his superhuman abilities, Sam wasn't faster than the tentacles, but all he had to do to avoid being impaled by those things was to step back, react, looking at War, not at the tentacles. He could react a little before the attack itself, and that time gap gave him the advantage he needed. Yes, he was doing things right. Although he had been furiously trying to brutalize Hunger, he had also been paying attention to the sister, so he suffered no damage, managing to step back without problems towards his sisters, towards the protection of their magic.

Ambre half-rose, sitting in a pool of her own blood. "Oh, what a fucking bastard," she muttered. Hunger grabbed her broken leg and, gritting her teeth, put it back in place. That wouldn't fix the damage to the bones or the blood escaping from the wound, but apparently, she had enough brute strength to grit her teeth and simply endure it, for the time it took to regenerate. He guessed it wouldn't be long. War had already suffered a wound a hundred times worse, he had destroyed her entire heart, and there she was, alive and kicking.

That's why he needed and was willing to accept the help of Christina and Violette. Ha, frankly, he didn't know what to do. He had played his surprise card, put his ideas into practice, and it hadn't been enough.

War and Hunger approached them down the hallway. Both wounded and bleeding. You could call them wounded, no matter how serious the injuries looked, knowing there was no chance they would die from them. He supposed that in reality, they weren't. In any case, they looked like two terrifying ghosts.

Christina tried to push War against the wall with a torrent of water. But War undid it. She shattered it with her tentacles. Then, the tentacles flew towards her sister's throat.

Sam threw himself in front of Christina. But this time, he managed to form an ice wall in time to protect them without having to sacrifice his body. Although he had only gained a little time, a few seconds.

They were running out of hallway, out of time, and out of hope. The situation hadn't changed much, despite all the twists and turns they had taken. Somehow, they had ended up in the same place. At the starting line. It was maddening.

I Am the Chorus of Screams, Part 4: END