Chapter 51: Stone
Breathing heavily with tears escaping his eyes and sadness locking his throat, he let that painful fire consume every inch of his being before concentrating all of that passion into one point. A driving fist swung with all the energy left in the exhausted boy’s body. Within himself he could feel the burning sensation of his fatigued muscles, and the desperate fury of seeing the girl he held close to his heart being abused.
SMACK!
The punch struck a young man on his head and Cole visibly saw his head rotate from the force. In the next moment however, the same man recovered and struck him in the gut. The blow knocked the air out of Cole’s body but he grit his teeth and swung again. A desperate swing without force nor the energy of the body was thrown, and while it hit the young man, he recovered from the blow even faster than when the first blow hit him.
SMACK!
This time Cole felt his jaw rattle and his head spin, yet despite the nauseousness and the blurred vision, the malnourished blonde boy continued to swing and swing. Each swing of his fist hurt less and less and each one depleted his already low energy. Despite it all the boy threw his whole body in an effort to stop the group from hitting Yela and he succeeded.
The group rotated from assailing the poor little girl, to thrashing and bombarding Cole with their fists and feet. All the while yelling obscenities and mockeries at the boy.
“Look at you, you're pathetic!”
“Can’t even protect your girl!”
“We might all be slaves but you’re lower than us! You’re nothing!”
As the group continued to wail on the boy, a figure in the dim darkness started to move. The figure was trembling all over from the pain but she strenuously pushed herself off the ground and picked up an oval-like object from the floor…
A young woman was busy yelling vulgar insults at the boy, venting all her pain and insecurities at him. Though, that was when she noticed a figure with a hard object in her hands raising the thing towards one of the distracted individuals.
“Dirty! You’re dirty! It’s not me, it's people like you that are!”
“Watc— Watch out!”
The stone descended at an angle, right towards the youth still hitting Cole.
THUD!
The stone successfully hit him right on the temple and the youth’s body fell to the floor unconscious. Blood started to leak out of his head and the little girl flinched back, immediately feeling awful at what she just did. Yet knowing the desperate situation they were in, she steeled her heart to swing the rock once more.
Unfortunately that tiny moment of hesitation led to the nearest individual moving just an inch away from the blow that would have rendered him unconscious on the floor. It still hit head, causing an astounding amount of pain, but he was left furious rather than asleep. As blood started to drip from his head also, the young man struck Yela towards the ground.
The stone dropped out of her hands. It tumbled on the hard cavern floor as the sounds of it skipping on the sea of gray echoed throughout the endless tunnels. The three individuals still wailing on Cole stopped what they were doing to watch their especially cruel, and recently offended companion, walk over to the hard object laying on the ground.
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Their eyes shimmered with ill eagerness and malicious joy as they watched what he was going to do. Smiling from ear to ear the youth raised the stone upwards while Yela scrambled back in fear. As much as she could she clambered her hands and feet to distance herself from him, yet in the end her back thudded on the stone wall behind her.
The stone was raised and then it was swung down, yet at the last moment it was about to hit her, a limp body threw itself into the young man and diverted the angular momentum of the blow. Indeed, it was Cole. The three individuals were so preoccupied with the cruel scene they were about to enjoy that it led to just enough time for the broken boy to scramble up and sprint himself towards the scene.
Dull, echoing thumps of the stone rolling on the hard ground resounded once again. This time, the stone was not so easily claimed. The young man reached for the stone but Yela predicted his actions and wrestled on to his body to keep him from doing so. While the girl was weak, beaten and exhausted, the mere weight of her body was enough to hinder him from easily claiming the rough weapon. Cole was already closer to the rock, so that opportune moment of time that Yela bought helped him to claim the catalyst of change to their fate.
The three individuals ran towards their companion to help, yet for some odd reason it felt as if the cavern tunnel lengthened and they found themselves endlessly running towards the scene, forced to watch as the events unfolded.
Yet when the light stone was held in his hands and the boy’s expression changed from rough furious malice to an expression of distress and fear for his life, the stone suddenly, became heavy. The blonde boy stood there, hands shaking yet his body and mind freezing. The moment of opportunity that Yela bought them closed because of those same trembling yet idle hands.
The young man pried the little girl’s arms and body away from himself and tackled Cole. Yet not one person bothered to keep their attention on them, all of their eyes veered towards the hard object that bounced off the stone wall and luckily or unluckily rolled towards the little girl’s direction.
Yela did not hesitate. She scrambled for the rock while Cole held on to the young man. The blonde boy simply did not know what else to do in the situation. As the girl claimed the rock, she steeled her heart in the same moment that she raised the hard stone with both of her hands. Imitating the red-haired sir, she did her best to embody his calmness, decisiveness, and lastly his brutality.
Yet, Yela was of course not someone who had spilled blood, at least not as of previously, and her kind and loving character fought with the actions she wanted to take. While Zan’s hands were calm and filled with intent, her’s was shaky and obviously unwilling. Yela bit her bleeding lips and fluttered her tear filled eyes. Forced hands rarely did what they were commanded to do…but this time they did and the stone descended in the same way that the wooden bowl had.
There was no sun in the background for the stone to blot out. In the dim darkness of the caverns the malicious boy turned rabbit watched as the stone flew forwards and enveloped all that he could see.
THUD!
The little girl brought down the hard stone onto the young man’s face and his head recoiled from the blow. Blood spurted out of his nose and his lips while Cole flinched back and let go of his body, obviously stunned at what he just saw.
The little girl closed her eyes, as much as she imitated Zan, she was not him and could not watch what she was about to do. Hands still trembling, she raised the bloodstained stone and brought it down again and again, over and over until the rock stopped hitting what was previously there. The sound of stone pounding flesh sounded in her ears, she wanted to cry and in the process, she did. In the end however, Yela kept going until her target laid limply on the floor. He was still alive, but his face was pigheaded and mangled. Blood oozing out of his mouth, purple eyes and misshapen nose.
Time seemed to flow once again and the endless tunnel the three individuals ran on seemed to have grounded itself from their surreal illusions. A pair of magical eyes glowed in the darkness in front of them but it was as if they didn’t exist. Two of the individuals were too stunned at the sight of their bloodily battered friend, but the young woman who wasn’t lunged at the girl who held the all but red rock in her hands.
Yela felt the force that slammed into her back and she cleverly used the ensuing momentum to launch the rock towards Cole. The blonde boy saw the rock heading towards him and he froze.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
In true dramatic fashion, the rolling stone walked in his direction. Yela yelled at him for help and the rock whispered to him to use it yet…the boy’s body did not even move. For what reason he did not hold and use the rock, no one knew but himself.
The other two individuals finally snapped out of their daze and ran towards the scene. One of them tackled Cole, forcing him into a grip as he wrestled down the boy’s hands towards the ground. The other one picked up the stone while the young woman held Yela’s hands over her head. The young woman was much bigger than Yela, and easily immobilized her struggling movements.
Cole watched as Yela was pinned to the ground. A young man raised the stone weapon with fury and sick joy. He wanted to mutilate her face in the same way she did his companions’.
Deep sorrow, anguish and self hatred overcame the young boy as the scene was reflected in his eyes. He almost wanted to close them, but he knew this was what he brought upon himself, what he brought upon both of them…his actions were exactly what brought this upon Yela.
The young man cocked his arm, and swung down.
THUMP!
The arm that held the rock descended, but the stone only hit the gray floor. Everyone looked towards the young man and suddenly, there was an enormous hand with a dragon's grip crushing the young man’s forearm…