Peace Barrier Of The Brutalism: Manipulation

Chapter 7: Adrenaline Kicks

As the blood runs through its veins, the brain felt its death waiting towards. The Black pen's heart pounded fast as he tremble. Feeling the depth of his life, lingered in front of him. He used every piece of his strength as he tried to get away, his leg stretched into its limit as the other part of his muscles torn and trembled all over his body.

He stumbled and fell, again and again,

each time struggling to rise but failing.

The guards laughed as they approached. Another guard appeared in front of him as he tried to crawl away. Four of them surrounded the helpless man, forcing the Black Pen to decide: run, freeze, or fight.

"l cannot run, nor fight" he thought

desperately. "I do not want to get

captured, but what can I do?" He

continued to think, trying to devise a . "All | can do now is what I think is better..." He shouted, "Mother! Stay there! Don't come near me!" raising his hands as if signaling someone. The guards, curious, looked around but saw nothing. They realized too late they had been tricked.

Seizing the moment, the Black Pen

pushed one guard to the ground,

pulled out his sword, and stabbed the

unarmored part of the guard's chest.

Blood spattered everywhere as the

blade sank deeper. His black suit now

drenched in blood, he tried to run

again, but another guard quickly outran

him.

Stopping abruptly, he caused the guard to overshoot and end up in front of him. Using every ounce of his remaining strength, the Black Pen punched the guard, feeling his muscles tear as he drove the head into a wall. Blood splattered again. "Two more left," he whispered, his body now

covered in blood, his black gauntlet stained red.

"The moon seems beautiful tonight" he softly said, "It doesn't seemed to match my situation right now, it just watches me covered with blood, waiting for me to kick these guard's butt." He said with soft voice. He charged as the first guy, starts using its armored hands to penetrate into its armored head. The guard knocked off the ground at the first punch.

The black pen sits at his chest and screamed, punching the guard into its death. "STOP!! STOP IT!! DON'T YOU FEEL THE PAIN?!" The other guard shouted, slashing the black pen's back but felt no reaction of all the pain. The guard got scared, he let go of his sword, trembled and ran away.

He stopped, after he noticed the guard, went unconcious. "HAHAHA!!" He laughed as he raised up his head, "DIDN'T KNOW IT COULD BE THIS FUN!" He screamed, while stretching his hands, the white mask filled with blood while the wavy mustache got thrown away, left only plain white mask.

He stopped laughing and starts to bow down his head as he starts to lose energy. "My adrenaline... Reached its limit." He whispered, sitting at the guard's body as it began to rain.

A few minutes later, more guards sprang into action, seeing a body sits, leaning at the wall with its head covered with blood, one being stabbed at the chest, and one lying on the ground, head got destroyed. The water turned into red as the rain floods the ground.

"This can't be done by one person!." One guard shouted. The black pen, sitting under a rainfall, blood washed out as the rain falls, making his suit all black again.

"Sir! There is someone right there!" Other guard shouted, seeing the black pen sits at the dead body, back part of the suit has slashed, his head looking down.

The class C army walks in, unlike the other army, he wears blue armored shoulder, the blue cape has a letter C on its back.

The palaces had ranked armies, starts from class 'F' as the lowest, which is the trained troops, 'E' as a guard or class C's troops, D as the Class C's trusted guard or has enough potential, C as the commander, B as the Captain while A was still unknown. The lettered cape are the only high rankings.

"Hello sir!" The class C greets the black pen as he approached. The black pen didn't respond, still looked down.

The class C looked around the other 2 dead bodies, he did not looked at the black pen as weakling. "Were you the ome who've done this chaos?" He asked, drawning sword at the black pen, still didn't answered, he captured the black pen.

"Get him!" The class C commanded, putting back his sword and turned around. "Do not get scared, his body must've went into survival mode! He forced his body to give it all, his body isn't well enough to move" He said, seeing his troops a little nervous.

They slwoly approached the black pen as they tremble, despite being a large number. One guard tried to drag his hand.

"I..." The black pen spoke, he frightened them, making the guards stepped back before he even continued to say something. "Can't... Move..." He continued. The guards felt relieved and quickly grabbed him into a horsecart.