City of Sinners

Chapter 39

Charging to the first nearest Sinner I have seen, I smashed my baseball bat. The Sinner must have not noticed me because of the speed of my movements. As I smashed the bat on its face, I saw the shocked expression lingering on its face—before it could get ruined by the bat. Blood and fleshes splattered once again in the air, and a quick, not-given-enough-time escaped from the Sinner.

“Sitri!” I heard Valour calling me. It sounded far and vague, but somehow I can still clearly hear it. Yet, I did not respond. My hearing senses were seemingly dazed. I could hear a lot of things, a lot of noises, but it was all vague and hard to understand. There are only few I could hear somewhat clear, just like of the voice of Valour.

However, opposite to my hearing capacity, my eyesight was clear and rigor. Despite the place being red, I could still clearly see things as if I have as special equipment in my eyes—a kind of special equipment that would make one’s eyesight clearer than any high definition setup. Clearer to the point that it seemed every movements in the surrounding, I can predict.

Another Sinner came on me from above. He jumped so high and with brusque plunging down on where I was standing, its tongue shortened a little bit, straightened while out of its mouth, then became metal-hardened, with sharpness at its tip.

Funny, for I wasn’t looking at the Sinner, yet I can still see what it was about to do. Clairvoyance? Is this the after-effect of the potion.

Few centimeters away, and I skillfully dodged the fine, sharp tip of the Sinner’s tongue. After avoiding, I moved my baseball bat, and with a force, I hammered it to the Sinner’s head as it went pass through me. Its head exploded with blood, it flesh was torn and became as if fragments. However, the tongue was surprisingly still intact. What I mean is, the tongue does not return to the usual state that it should have been: soft and as if an invertebrate -like creature. Instead, it has remained hard and straight, and with a fine sharpness at the tp. So these Sinners has the capacity to rewire the characteristics of their tongues? I wonder what could be the other things that they can change?

“Sitri!”

This time, I heard Solomon’s voice. Just like Valour, he was still calling me with the tone of worries and concern.

“Sitri!” thata followed Valour’s voice.

I saw them. They were at the far left part of this place, running towards me with expressions of fear and worry. Yet, I stared at them blankly. Why would they get worried about me if all I f*****g want was to kill all these creatures who have been attacking us? All I want is to just end this catastrophe that we are facing.

I sighed. I changed the way how I stared at them. Instead of blank and clueless, I looked at them with anger and intensity. Because of that, Valour and Solomon stopped. They sensed the danger from my stare.

Before they could finally react, I turned my gaze away from them. I used the concentrated strength from my feet, and then jumped off, jerking onto another Sinner. It was about to eat a ma’s head who can do nothing but look at it with fear. Just before it could snap its mouth close, I smashed the baseball bat to its back. I heard the crack of the spinal cord of the Sinner. Another smash to the neck, and now its head was dislocated.

Because of the strong force of my smashing, the baseball bat in my hand was now ruined and broken. I grunt on both frustration and irritation.

I looked up at the surrounding, and then saw a sword. I have a little bit background in using a sword, because my dad let me learn it in a summer camp school. He said its for protection—as if I can carry a sword all the time to protect myself. It was a bad experience for me, to be honest: to hold a sword and swing it. I did not expect that I’ll be clumsy and bad at handling it. If ever that summer camp would have a grading system just like of the regular schools, I would have had a failing mark.

Yet, here I am, holding a sword, remembering all the things that my teacher—a man with a cool black-colored satin cloth, and a well-toned body—has thought me. I swung the sword, tried if it was compatible in my hand. I smiled when it was.

“Sitri! You have to stop!”

I saw a group of Sinners staring at me. I challenged their stares. With agility, I ran to the group while holding my sword. The Sinners charged to me ass well.

I seem invincible. The power that was rushing from my body seems endless, and it was giving the wisdom to my body. I slashed and attacked, dodged and deflect, until I have just realized that the group of Sinner who was attacking me were all gone and dead.

The adrenaline was still rushing towards me. I smiled.

“Sitri!” Another call.

Yet, I don’t want to lose this excitement that I am feeling from the inside. I attacked another Sinners, killed more Sinners. For a minute, I did that while smiling. I am happy, because I seem invincible and that I am of great help to the group.

Until someone caught my arms and prevented me from attacking the Sinner once again. I looked at the one who was holding me with irritation, but what has welcomed me was a hard slap on my face. Buzz of electric-like frizz crept from my cheek, then to my head.

“Damn you, Sitri! Breath! You need to breath!” In my front, it was Gaston whom I saw with anger as he stares directly at me.

Breath?

I followed what he said. I breathed in some air. That’s when I realized that it was my first breath after a long minute of fighting. It felt like drowning in the sea of fire. I gasped wildly, then clenched to Gaston for some strength as the fear of dying has once again visited me.