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Życie moved quietly towards where the knife that Nero had used was.
She then proceeded to cut her bonds.
Nero was trying to find Francis. He did not see him, and so, Francis got ready. He quietly got in position, aimed his g*n.
It was too quiet, and Nero knew very well that Francis was nearby.
You could occasionally hear the groaning of a couple of soldiers nearby, but that was it.
Francis shot his g*n. The most developed weapon at the time, the single-shot rifle, was used in the dusty ruins of the house.
But Nero did not move, and the bullet did not reach. The wind itself had protected him. He had gained most of the memories of his mother, and he now had complete control of the wind, and it would subconsciously protect him.
Francis swore, as he immediately ran away from his hiding spot. A second later, a huge explosion-like sound echoed behind him, as his hiding spot exploded.
Nero did not waste any time and forced the dust to instantly settle. A piece of debris was near to where Francis had run off to, and so he used his power again.
As the debris exploded, he saw that Francis was not there either.
Another shot was heard from Nero’s back, but to no avail. The wind had stopped it again.
Nero turned around and used his powers again.
He was getting desperate.
How could a single man be so hard to kill?
He calmed himself down. He was getting tired, and the stress was getting to him. He had the advantage, all he had to do was calm down.
There was no way Nero could keep this up forever, Francis thought. If his ammunition could just outlast Nero’s energy, he would win.
And he could always pick up more from the dead bodies around them.
Francis fired his third shot, and the bullet was again swayed away by an invisible current.
This time, Nero did not hit the debris, but he used his powers to the sides.
Francis had gotten lucky, as he had ran towards the other side.
It had been mind games until now. That last one was luck.
Nero looked around. He saw debris that he was sure Francis was not there and blew it up. He was starting to destroy everything nearby, so that Francis had nowhere to run.
Another shot was heard, and Nero used his power on the left side of the cover position this time. And he had guessed correctly.
Francis flew back and hit the floor with a splintering c***k.
Nero smiled.
He finally got him.
He walked slowly towards him, feeling like this was the end.
Francis started to get up, but the hit was too hard. He was struggling to get up. Nero got very close to him, and...
BAM.
Another shot of the carbine was heard.
Francis was not trying to get up, he was trying to shoot.
But the shot had missed. It had clipped a small part of Nero’s hair. Nero stood there in shock, feeling like he had gotten lucky just now.
He kicked the g*n out of his reach and muttered his last words to his greatest and only friend.
“Goodbye, my best friend” Nero said.
Życie was too far away. She could not do anything to stop him.
She knew that Francis was about to die. She saw it right away. As Nero raised his hand, she felt it deep in her bones. She did not want this fate to happen.
It was her fault that Francis had been caught up in this.
She felt the heavyweight of responsibility.
Tears were streaming down her face. She was now loose and looking at Francis’ last moments.
Maybe, if fate was different, he could have lived.
Fate.
Give me the power to change that fate.
Let me change the destiny that awaits us.
Her bitterness, her despair, her grief. They all morphed into a different feeling.
Anger.
Anger at the world that was going to take him from her.
If only. If only I had the power to change fate.
She told herself that she was willing to give up her humanity, her life, her freedom, her entire being, just to be able to prevent Francis’ death.
Anger and something else.
Sacrifice.
And Nero killed Francis.
Francis reappeared moments later by Życie’s side.
Nero looked at her.
Her eyes now had a small ring inside them that looked like they had been filed by a strange liquid.
He laughed.
“They were right. You really did have them” Nero told his sister.
The eyes were not all-powerful, and Życie knew this.
They could run away, but Francis was hurt. All she had was the knife she used to break free. Before she could make up her mind, Francis stood in front of her and took Nero’s attack.
Francis went flying, but in the middle of his flight, he disappeared and reappeared near Życie again. The liquid in her eyes was slowly being consumed.
“You can’t keep this up much longer,” Nero said.
He felt extremely happy. He could gain that power.
“Życie, run,” Francis told her.
He had told himself that dying here would not be so bad. Saving Życie was his mission, after all.
“Stop being so stupid. I would rather we both die here” she told him.
He, for some reason, felt relieved. But incredibly saddened. Someone with as much life as Życie did not deserve to die. And yet, she would rather die with him than let him die.
“How much more can you use that power of yours?” Francis asked her. He had an idea.
“A couple of times, at best. Nobody has ever really counted how many” Życie said.
“Then we are going to use almost everything. Even if we must force it, we are taking him down right here, right now” Francis told her.
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