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Whereas on the location of Elijah and Orwan.
Orwan’s hand had undergone 3 bullets. And Elijah’s stomach was bleeding severely.
“Elijah you need to calm down. Stop listening... t-to him. H-he is trying to make us kill each other! And I will heal your wounds. You just stay calm... alright?” Orwan yelled.
“Y-You think I understand what the heck are y-you doing? I d-don’t even know w-what’s.. happening right now...” stuttered Elijah as he couldn't handle the pain he was going through.
“You! You bastard! Stop doing this. Stop fooling around with the others when you can’t even do anything. Start playing by yourself you coward.” Orwan wailed at the guy who was standing by the tree and enjoying this. As he knew he indeed did something that caused all this ruckus to happen.
“Oh, why? I am enjoying this! Ah! What a scene!” jeered the guy who was standing by the trees and wearing a round hat named Patrick Willmond, a famous history scholar, who would secretly do anything for seeking treasures. He was mostly known for collecting the maximum historical documents, manuscripts, and important lost historical treasures that no one could ever believe finding. Nobody knows how this one man can get all of this by him alone. But he is greatly cheered for all of the things he has done until now.
Suddenly they heard footsteps coming by.
“Orwan? What the hell??” appalled Perria as she ran over to him before he was going to collapse.
“Elijah!” astounded Khalia as Elijah was bleeding horrifyingly too much.
“Patrick Willmond? What the hell is he doing here?” asked Perria.
“Ah yes! Patrick Willmond! That’s his name, you guys!” announced Khalia whilst she was checking on Elijah’s condition.
“You didn’t know Patrick Willmond?? He’s in newspapers every day!” shouted Perria in a disappointing manner.
“Y-Yeah well I am bad with names okay…”
“Hmm seems to be like I am known here too huh? Aw how nice!” jested Patrick.
“NO! Get away from here, you guys! He- He is the one behind all this!” said Orwan as he was pointing towards that guy standing near the tree.
“Me? Oh really now? Are you going to betray your loyalty to me? My dear comrades?” asked Patrick.
Orwan cautioned, “No guys! Don’t listen to him! He has a weird way of controlling his Engine Form. But I haven’t quite grasped anything yet. Be careful you guys-”
“K-Khalia! I-I can’t breathe! S-stop!” gasped Elijah as Khalia suddenly started to choke him.
Khalia in aghast, “W-WHAT? I can’t- I can’t take my hands off. My HANDS! THEY ARE-”
“Hey, Catie! What are you doing? Why are you striking me?” asked Andel as he saw Catie suddenly trying to strike Andel with her nails.
“What am I doing?? You just punched on my shoulders!” shouted confused Catie in pain as her shoulders were hurt.
“Perria! Careful! Y-you’re hurting my wound I got from the bullet.” defended Orwan as Perria’s robotic hand from the right artificial arm started to release a laser light that gave out immense amounts of heat minute by minute at Orwan’s hand where the gunshots were fired.
“I- I DON’T KNOW! W-what? What’s happening!? Deactivate Assault! Deactivate Engine now! Perriazelart, do it now!” screamed Perria as her robotic hand didn’t stop even after her instructions, and then suddenly the AI in her screen on the artificial arm replied, “A-activating a-assault mode. P-processing to l-level up the a-activating engine to f-full capacity.” Perria knew something was wrong because even the AI (named Perriazelart) started to stutter, “Guys this is not me! I swear I-”
“I know it’s not your doing, Perria! It’s this guy! It’s his Engine Form! I- I am not sure how it works! But it’s him. He’s the guy manipulating us and the villagers!” mentioned Orwan.
Khalia then suddenly turned over to that guy and furiously said, “You bastard! Stop this now!”
“Stop it? Oh and why exactly? Don’t you just love it when friends turn into foes! Ah! What an amazing sight to see you all fighting against each other!” said Patrick in a petrifying manner.
Khalia raged, “SHUT THE HELL UP! And stop this-”
“K-Khalia! Please stop, I can’t breathe!” requested Elijah as Khalia forgot she was still choking the life out of Elijah.
Whereas Elijah couldn't even defend himself as Orwan twisted one of his organs with his Engine Form. And his bleeding was way too much that he couldn’t even move properly.
Khalia then looked so stunned. She tried pulling her hand out of Elijah’s neck as much as she could. But her hand wouldn’t come off. For all the six of them, it felt as if they had no reason to do this but still had to kill each other.
“I don’t know why... But I have to kill you, Elijah! F-for Loyalty to my Lord!.... WHAT THE HELL? What…. Did That just come out of my mouth? W-wha-” stressed Khalia.
“Khalia! Knock him out or something! Elijah is not in a state of anything right now! I have completely twisted his adrenals. And trust me, I have no idea why! But I am pretty sure he won’t be able to take it much longer! Just knock him out!” shouted Orwan as he and Perria were trying their best to defend themselves from each other.
Khalia was still confused and even though she tried her best to reach Elijah or try to knock him, her hand would resist.
“Oh! Oh yes! Once you’re under my control, you are not allowed to protect whom I tell you to kill. I mean come on! Why would you ever want to kill and protect a person at the same time eh? Haha” mocked Patrick.
Khalia then realized and thought inside her head, “So, I can’t defend him but only attack. And if he can do the same thing then..”
“Elijah! I want you to take my sword and try cutting my hand off!” demanded Khalia.
Suddenly everyone looked puzzled as to what Khalia just said.
“K-Khalia w-what?” sputtered Elijah.
“Khalia.,” said Andel in a low tone.
“B-but Khalia I-...” Elijah hesitated.
“Oh my! Sacrificing your hand for your ‘friends’ is it now? Haha, Delightful!” scorned Patrick.
“JUST DO IT ELIJAH!” shouted Khalia.
Elijah was a bit scared but then he suddenly started trying out his best to reach Khalia’s sword.
“Come on ELIJAH!” cheered Khalia as she was trying her best to take her hands off Elijah’s neck.
Elijah with Khalia choking her tried his best to reach out to Khalia’s sword.
“DO IT!!” shouted Khalia.
“NO!” yelled Catie.
And then suddenly Elijah with a loud sputtering roar took out Khalia’s sword from the scabbard. Before he could even do anything with that sword, as soon as he had it in his hand, it suddenly produced a shockwave throughout his entire body. And he fainted.
Everyone was confused about what had happened. Elijah was in a state where he could at least cut off Khalia’s hand. But as soon as he had that sword he fainted. All were stunned as they had no idea what just happened. But they were satisfied as Elijah just fainted and now he has to bear no more pain anymore.
“What the hell was that? I know I saw it. Elijah has suffered way worse damage than this before. But he has never reacted this way. I know damn well that he fainted not because of the pain, but right after he touched Khalia's sword. W-what was that?” mused Perria as she looked suspiciously at Khalia.
“Hmm? What just happened? Did he faint? Haha, what a loser he is! Now then, why don’t you just finish him off?” ordered Patrick.
Just the minute Khalia was going to put her sword back in her scabbard, her hand again resisted and the sword started pointing towards Elijah who had fallen.
Khalia tried her best to stop but she couldn’t.
“WHAT THE HELL!?” screamed Khalia.
“Haha! Now then dear, slice him through his heart will you?” instructed Patrick.
“YOU COWARD!” wailed Khalia.
“What the hell!? No! Khalia stop! You’ll kill Elijah!” implored Andel.
“You think I am not trying? I-I can’t even try stopping myself!” yelped Khalia.
Khalia tried her best to stop her hand from letting the sword even touch Elijah a little bit.
Suddenly a fog appeared and before anyone could even say anything or do anything, all 6 of them collapsed on the ground. Khalia’s sword fell and she collapsed too. Leaving Elijah unharmed by the sword.
“Hmm..? What? This fog… And everyone fainted?” questioned Patrick as he started to cover his mouth and was getting away from the fog as far as he could.
- Writer
