"Men speak in small words. I speak in thunder!"~Volibear the Relentless Storm
Ayo add that chapter to the mass release I'll be doing soon. 8 Chapters in total. I don't have the time to write multiple chapters right now.
As I wrote this chapter, I decided to give one of my earlier chapters a read and honestly, I feel like the quality has dropped. Not story wise but rather writing wise. I'll try to go back to that kind of writing. Detailed yet clear.
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Two assassins pushed open the windows next to each other and peeked inside. No one was in sight.
They turned to each other and nodded.
Swiftly, the entered inside.
Similar things were happening throughout the house.
They all had one order.
Get as many children as you can from inside.
Kill the rest.
The red-haired girl was the priority, as she was his true daughter. The others were still worth something but as many children they could capture, that much easier controlling Gregori became.
Though the windows where side by side, they were not in the same room. A quick sweep of the room.
There was nothing in there. No furniture other than just a table.
Oddly eerie.
One of the members felt something wrong in his room. He just couldn't put a finger on it. "Roland? There is something wrong here....." He called out loud.
He stilled for a moment after speaking.
Slowly, he turned around.
Nothing.
He let out a breath he did not know he was holding.
Sighing, he turned around.
A face stared at him.
Before he could scream, his mouth was hit with some kind of sticky spray. His eyes wide in fear as he finally made out the figure in front of him.
The dark skinned child.
He was hanging in front of him... upside down. A wide smile on his face and while upside down it looked demonic.
"Shhh." The boy placed a finger on his mouth and then waved his hands sideways as webs spurted out wrapping him in place. He then flung his hands upward sending the man into the sky.
Sydell landed on the ground as he pulled the door open and jumped to the ceiling once again.
The other man walked out of the room and called, "Hans?"
Sydell calmly crawled above the man and pushed himself off the ceiling and landed feet first onto the man's head.
A crack sounded from the moment of impact and the man went down in a slump.
Sydell got to his feet and looked at the man in alarm. Was he dead?
He placed two fingers at the man's nose. A breath passed through them.
Sydell looked relieved.
Quickly, he wrapped the man up and hung him up on the wall next to his friend.
In a different part of the house..... the kitchens. Currently that was Faye's domain. She sat with her back toward the wall facing the windows and doors.
BANG
The kitchen doors exploded open. Wood splinters scattered across the tiles as armed soldiers stormed inside, boots heavy on stone.
Their eyes locked onto her.....one girl at the far end of the room, unarmored, unarmed. One of their targets.
They charged.
Faye exhaled slowly. Her fingers curled upward.
The air pulsed.
From every surface.... drawers, sink, walls knives ,spoons, cleavers, forks, even jagged shards of broken porcelain twisted and spun in place, suspended by invisible strings.
She focused as her magic calmly flowed outside her body. With a flick of her wrist the suspended weapons shot toward the soldiers who were charging at her.
CLING
CLANG
THUD
CLANG
The flying cutlery slammed into the soldiers, their armors clanging from the impact. But it wasn't just a blind attack.
It was precise.
Targeted.
Faye wasn't like her siblings. Her magic reserves was not near as much as her siblings. But under her father, she had begun to practice on her control.
In the beginning it was just a single item zipping around but now she could control a storm of them.
And that control could be seen clearly here.
Blades slid between helmet joints. Forks pierced unprotected elbows and arms. A cleaver split the clip on one man's chest plate, and his breastplate fell with a crash. The very next instant a knife slammed into his now unprotected chest.
"Shields!" One man called.
Two men with large shields pushed to the front.
Faye smiled and raised her finger up and then brought it down.
The soldiers looked up as their eyes landed on the ceiling.
"Raise your shield up and brace!" The man yelled.
On the ceiling was heavy furniture from various rooms. All stuck to each other by Sydell's webs.
With the finger movement from Faye, the entire thing collapsed on top of the soldiers crushing them.
The shield bearers raised their shields up to block it.
BANG
THUD
Their legs buckled under the sudden weight.
Faye waved her hands once more as forks flew into their knees and arms.
The shields faltered.
And they collapsed. Along with them, so do most of the other soldiers.
But one managed to slip through. He came forward trying to reach for Faye. She quickly waved her hand and a pan banged against the bad of his head. He lurched forward. But he recovered and reached for her. The skillet banged against her head once again. And again and again and again. Until the man fell to the ground unconscious.
"Got you!" Another soldier yelled as he grabbed her hands. "You cannot use your magic now."
Faye smiled, "I don't need my hands for the magic though?"
The man's face fell as a kitchen table flew from the side of the room and into the man, sending him flying through the room.
She looked over her mayhem and felt proud of herself.
Faye was no longer just a weak child. She was a true member of the family.
The kitchen which had been a temporary battlefield returned to silence.
In another part of the house, four soldiers walked through a long corridor with various rooms.
"Check the rooms." Their leader commanded.
The men separated and walked into each room looking through everything.
THUMP
"What was that?" The leader asked. "Mason?"
"Tripped." Mason replied. "Clothes on the ground caught my leg."
The men reconvened and pushed forward. Only two rooms were left. "Go together, two of us into two rooms."
A second later he heard a yell. "Captain!"
Him and the man who walked in with him ran out of the room they entered and ran to the other room.
"Mason just keeled over." The man who had walked in with Mason said.
The man looked at the body and then at David. David seemed genuinely afraid. His face clearly seen through the helmet.
"Check him.' The captain told the man who was with him.
The man walked toward the fallen body.
He turned to David, "Did you see anything?"
Before David could reply however, "Captain?"
He heard the other man call him. He turned back. "What is it? Is he breathing?"
"No...." The man said. "That isn't it. This man.... he's David."
"Huh?" The captain looked confused, "What are you talking about?"
"What he means is that that is not Mason." David clarified from behind him.
The captain spun around and got hit by a blunt object sending him straight into the ground.
The other man stood up and pulled out his sword.
David looked at him and raised his hands in defeat. "You wouldn't attack your captain would you?" He said as his features shifted and the captain was looking back at him.
"What are you?" The man asked, fear taking over.
An infernal smile formed on his captain's face. "I... I am you." And then the body changed once again turning into his own.
"No." The man lunged toward himself with his sword pushing straight into the enemy's body.
That was the last thing he remembered as his body crumpled to the ground.
"I had that." The man said.
"I know you did." Sydell spoke as he jumped off the man's back.
The man's body shifted once more and turned into Daani's human looking state.
"Do we kill them?" Daani asked.
Sydell shook his head. "Dad wouldn't like that."
"But he told me to keep my ability a secret." Daani shot back.
"Don't worry about killing them yourselves." Rell interrupted as she walked through the door.
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
The three bodies in the rooms had their armors collapse into themselves.
Rell ushered her siblings out of the room, "If we are doing any killing..... I will be the one to actually do it."
"He won't like it." Sydell said.
Rell shook her head, "No. He won't. But he will understand. They attacked us. If he was here alone..... then he would have happily killed them all."
Daani did not reply to the conversation but his mind was in turmoil. He was the one who had talked about killing them first. An arm landed on his shoulder, he looked up and spotted Rell's caring expression.
"I'm fine." He said.
"We will talk about this later." Rell said