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What Is Your Center?	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was far too quiet for a Christmas evening. Kids should have been playing in the snow outside, should have been outside in general. Trees stood silent in the windows, glowing softly amongst the stillness of the night.
It was more unnerving than anything I had seen before.
The streets themselves were void of life. As we traveled the snow-covered lawns, the crunches echoed eerily. Cars were missing from driveways, and lawn lights were off. I looked to North, seeing his expression pained. I could only imagine the anguish he felt, knowing families were suffering on his watch. I took his hand in mine and was surprised to feel him hold on like I was a lifeline.
Bunny stopped us as we reached an empty baseball field at a park. He leapt forward, nose twitching in the air. Almost immediately a hiss rose up from the darkness.
“I hope that was you,” Jack said, his staff held at the ready while we also drew our weapons.
“I don’t know how to hiss like that, mate,” he answered, his ears perked and forward. He backed into us as we pressed our backs together. The hissing seemed to come from all around us. As it came closer, my stomach dropped.
More than one anaconda came out of the shadows. Many more.
And they had us surrounded.
My grip tightened on my scythes, holding back my fear while the snakes slowly approached. We each prepared to break and kill as many as we could when they stopped, still as the night.
A deep chuckle sounded, and the crunching of snow followed. “You Guardians take your jobs seriously, don’t you?” Lucifer emerged from the shadows of a home, followed closely by two of the massive goatmen. “Why can’t you just accept the new order? Demons are much more efficient than humans. They don’t break as easily.”
I kept my focus on the snakes. There was no way I was going to be bitten again.
“However, it seems I have underestimated you. No one has survived the Mark before. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Pitch,” North muttered, “we will distract minions. You take Lucifer.”
I saw him nod in agreement and lean forward. All at once we struck. The six of us took on the snakes as Pitch sank into the shadows, appearing right before Lucifer. I had no time to worry about him, nor did I let myself. He could defend himself better than anyone I knew. I worried more for my own safety. I managed to slice through seven of the snakes within a minute. I had no time to look around and see how everyone else was doing. I ducked in time to avoid a deadly swing from one of the goatmen, and had to do a back handspring to avoid a strike from another snake. With a sharp whistle I called for Hessian to help in the battle as more and more snakes came. The goatman took all my attention. I needed the backup. The horse appeared instantly and jumped into action with a vicious growl.
With my focus free again, I turned to the goatman, who was scratching up snow with his hoof. I held my scythes at the ready. “Torro!” The goatman sprang forward and I leapt out of the way, rolling back up to my feet. It changed direction, hammer raised. I dodged a swing, spinning around to sink one of my scythes into its side. It howled in pain. I tried getting the scythe out but it was too far in. I abandoned it as I narrowly avoided a swing of its hammer. I used the other scythe to take the weapon hand off at the wrist.
It didn’t slow down at all.
Bleeding from its side and its stump of an arm only enraged it more. Foam fell from its mouth as it turned on me again, head lowered. I did the only thing I could do and fell into the shadows as it got close enough and reached up for its ankle. I managed to snag it and pull it down into the shadows with me enough to get it stuck. I resurfaced beside it, out of the way of its flailing limbs as it tried reaching for me, roaring its demonic sounds. I thought I had it trapped and raised my scythe for the kill, but it merely tugged so hard it ripped away from its trapped food.
The godforsaken thing ripped its own foot off to get to me. What the hell was Lucifer feeding it?
My nerves seized and I immediately changed my path, avoiding its limping lunge. I thought I had an advantage as it fell to the ground with a frustrated snarl. I advanced on it, ready to end the whole charade when I stopped in horror. Both the severed limbs became engulfed in black fire, slowly taking the shape of the missing appendages. In the fire-coated hand, another hammer solidified and the goatman jumped to its feet. I swallowed. I steeled myself and readied my weapon for a final blow. “It’s going to be like that, is it?”
The goatman merely scratched at the ground again, kicking up dirt form below the snow, snorting in anger.
“So be it.” I jumped forward at the same time the goatman did. However, at the last second I fell into the shadows again and reemerged as it traveled over me. Before it had a chance to correct its stance, I leapt onto its back and swept my scythe through its neck. It took all my strength to cut through the skin, sinew, and bone. I pushed off from its back, shoving the body into the snow. I’d for sure feel the aftermath in the morning.
With my opponent downed, I yanked my other scythe from its side. I chanced a look to the others. They each summoned in helpers to fend off the snakes while they battled the remaining goatman. Sandy had created, wisely enough, a pack of jaguars out of his sand. They each took their turns on the goatman, but were slowly wearing it down. I looked around again, but could not see Lucifer or Pitch where they had started their fight. I could hear weapons clashing farther away. I whistled for Hessian and followed the noise, finding no trace of the two at all.
I turned around a concession building in the park we were fighting in, just as a body was thrown past me. “Pitch!”
“Get out of here, Hana.” He knelt in the snow for a moment, wiping at his jaw. In the light of the moon I could see it shine red. “I can’t afford to be distracted.”
Lucifer chuckled as he came out from behind the building, looking as if he had taken no damage at all. “Is that all the terrifying Boogeyman has to offer?” His sword reflected the moonlight menacingly, lightening up the snow. His eyes glowed orange in the dark of the night.
Pitch only gave a sharp laugh. “I’m only having a bit of fun.” He gripped his huge scythe and leapt forward, striking Lucifer’s form. The devil merely dodged out of the way, knocking the scythe back with his sword. Pitch corrected his swing just as easily, continuing his blow. He managed to knock Lucifer in the air, sending him flying into the football field. He turned to me, griping my shoulders. “I managed to find the woman,” he muttered low enough so Lucifer couldn’t hear, despite the distance he had been thrown. “She is in an unmarked grave in Palestine, under a large oak. I’ll use my tunnels to send you there directly, but you must be swift. Don’t worry about us.”
I nodded my understanding.
“Her name is Lucretia.” He opened a Void entrance in the shadow created by the building. “Get her.”
I swung up into Hessian’s saddle, almost ready to leave. Just as I went to spur the stallion into the portal, something happened I never wanted to see.
A sword protruded from Pitch’s chest with a sickening sound. My blood went cold as Lucifer stepped from behind him, a grin on his face.
Lucifer twisted the blade, sending it further through his body. “Even if she escapes, I’ll still have the pleasure of killing you and the others, as well as all the sinners of this planet.”
I didn’t know what to do. Everything slowed down. The only thing I could hear was the sound of the sword slicing through flesh. I could only see his shocked face. Could only smell his blood rising to the surface. I couldn’t breathe. “Pitch…”
He didn’t say a word as his eyes narrowed. He raised his hand and summoned Onyx from the shadows. The Nightmare pushed Hessian forward into the portal.
“No! Hessian, don’t--!” The horse only pushed forward and shadow tendrils raise form his back, preventing me from leaping from it. “Pitch!”
He only gave me a sad smile, a trickle of blood escaping his lips.
The last thing I saw as the void swallowed me up was Lucifer yanking the sword from Pitch’s back, sending him to his knees as a trail of blood followed the blade. Everything began to crash in my mind. And, almost as fast, everything went numb. I gripped the reins tightly in my grasp and looked ahead to the end of the Void’s path, determination pumping the blood in my ears. Lucifer would die. And I would be the one to kill him when it came down to it.
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