Chapter 91: Chapter 83 – A Man in a Blood Mask

 

Darkness shrouded him. What was happening? Why were they doing this? Staring across at the captain of this mercenary regiment, Charlie felt his heart race as he looked down into the black mist. He could control it, that much was obvious. But why hadn’t the warriors sensed them? They had vastly superior senses, including their sight as they were able to see remarkably well in the dark.

 

So why hadn’t they seen him? Looking to the arm he had tripped over, Charlie stared into the dead eyes of a huntress.

 

“Don’t take this personal child, this is simply part of our job,” he said, beginning to walk forward, and allowing the black fog to dim.

 

As Charlie took rapid breaths, he realised something, he could smell. He could hear, but only the voice of the man. Glancing down to his foot, he began to tap his foot on the ground. Nothing, not even the slightest noise. That was it then, whatever this was could smother the senses to a point in which it seemed as if they didn’t even work.

 

Slowly, the fog crept down the street, in the direction of the Chiefess. It seemed to act like a noise barrier. Placing it in that direction would mean the Chiefess wouldn’t be able to hear him. As the fog lifted from the ground, only now did he see the number of dead people. There were eight bodies, all of which were from the team that Nolkonoe had been leading.

 

Yet where was she? As well as the other four. Did they escape? Charlie didn’t get long to ponder as the man grew impatient.

 

“Did you not hear me? I have said several times now! Surrender, and I’ll give you a quick death,”

 

“Where are the others?” Charlie questioned. The man sighed.

 

“We have them back at our barracks, we plan to use them for tonight’s entertainment,” He said with a chuckle as he began to advance towards Charlie. Backing away, he felt a hand grip his shoulder. Turning, he shuddered to see the second in command glaring down at him with a vicious grin.

 

“After we are done here, we’ll take some men and guns, and finish off what is left of your now severally weakened the group. What’s the phrase? Divide and conquer?” He said with a wicked laugh.

 

Frowning, he watched as Charlie gently took his hand with both of his. Slyly, his hand moved up the man’s arm. In a sudden movement, the man felt the boy grip his sleeve and bend forward. The next thing he knew, he was staring into the upside down face of the boy. His back cracked onto the floor as Charlie leapt back, raising his fists in a meagre attempt to fight back.

 

Leaping up, he charged toward Charlie, just for a foot to connect with his face. Stepping back, Charlie stumbled as he tried to stand again on his leg. He had kicked as hard as he could, but in doing so he thought he may have hurt a muscle. Gritting his teeth, the man stood and took a deep breath. Walking forward, he stared down at him.

 

“I was getting too angry before. It seems you have a little more bark and bite than I originally thought,” The man said as Charlie punched forward. Catching his fist,  the man swiftly used his other hand to slap him across the face. Stumbling back, Charlie tried to turn, just as a foot smacked into his stomach.

 

On the floor, the man moved to his front and towered over him. Biting his bottom lip, and in a swift throw of his body, he head-butted the man’s already greatly injured privates. Screaming, he stumbled away, gripping his groin for dear life. Glaring up at Charlie, he reached into his jacket and produced a long, silver revolver from his jacket.

 

Aiming it at Charlie, the man stared with a sadistic smile, into the shaking eyes of the smaller, puny boy.

 

A single footstep broke the silence.

 

The head of the regiment widened his eyes. What was that? His magic was now activated, so nothing within twenty meters should make any noise besides what was now contained within the bubble he had created around them. Was it… No… he had seen nothing like it in the town so far. Counter magic, is magically designed to counter all other magic.

 

Yet how? His spell was activated. Then… did someone else possess a similar power. Or worse, had they penetrated the circle? Another footstep sounded, and then another. Glancing up the street, they watched as a man draped in a cloak walked casually down the street towards them. In his hands, he held a cloth, a cloth that he rubbed over his hands.

 

“I thought you said no one can enter the barrier? They would just walk straight through and out the other side? Like we weren’t even here?” The second in command said, turning and aiming his gun towards the figure.

 

The red eyes on an iron mask fixed onto the group. Using one hand to keep the mist around them, the caption drew out his revolver and aimed it down towards this stranger. Several men with bows and rifles also aimed.

 

“STOP! Under the order of the town lord, this is an arrest and you are trespassing on the scene!” The captain barked. But the man did not react, he only continued to walk.

 

For a moment Charlie stared at the iron mask before he recognised who this was. The man who had strangled him at the shop helped the old man deliver his goods. As he approached, they could now begin to see what he tried so hard to clean from his hands. Crimson red, fresh from the wound. Blood, it was blood!

 

Fixing his cold eyes onto the captain, he placed his hands back inside of his cloak.

 

 

“STOP! DON’T MOVE!” He continued to yell, yet again, he did not stop. A feeling of dread came over Charlie as he dropped to the ground out of instinct.

 

As he did not stop, the captain pulled his trigger and yelled, “Front fire, the second group hold fire in case he came with others,” And so his men did. They unleashed their rounds of ammunition on him. The sound of crackling gunfire filled Charlie’s ears as he pushed his head against the ground to avoid being shot in the crossfire. As the first group finished firing, they waited for the smoke to clear.

 

Standing, they stared as they saw the cloak of the man gently drifting down. Hitting the floor, it revealed his form. Unscratched, it showed that the bullets had done nothing to him as the cloth had protected him. All stood, stunned, none speaking as they simply stared at the cloak. It had protected him. On his chest were four holsters, each holding large, strange looking pistols. On his hips were two large knives and now in his hand was a wrench, A regular, factory standard workers wrench.

 

Muttering something under his breath, he reached behind his back and grabbed something.

 

“FIRE!” The captain yelled, but none were able to get a clear shot. Staring up into the night sky, they watched as the man seemed to float for a few seconds before he began to plunge towards them.

 

He dropped something which looked like a gun but from the barrel came a rope with a hook, he gripped his first pair of guns. Gunfire rattled through the ally as he landed on the second-in-command. Carefully, his eyes picked out those who were yet to reload and those who were now ready to fire on him.

 

“Hey kid,” he muttered, in his strange, metallic voice, “Want to see a magic trick?”

 

As the words left his mouth, he opened fire on his targets. The men who were ready to fire dropped, and once his first twelve rounds across were spent, he leapt off the body of the man. Flipping the two guns around so that he held the barrels, he then threw them towards two of the men armed with bows.

 

The ends of the handles were sharp and landed like battle axes into the heads of the men. Three more men charged at him, their bayonets aimed at his chest. As the three charged, he dropped down and grabbed two more of his guns. Aiming for the legs of the first two, he fired two rounds through their knee caps, shattering them and sending the two men to the floor.

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Turning to the third he leapt back as the man tried to stab again. Firing a single shot, he killed him. Glancing around the street, Charlie saw the second-in-command standing up, but with a field of his dead comrades starting to grow around him. Counting quickly, Charlie saw twelve dead, plus the three in front of him, that meant fifteen, and the other two, that’s seventeen.

 

Again, Charlie took a quick head count. Only another fifteen remained. Throwing out his hands, the man fired the remaining rounds before flipping the guns to throw the weapons. His white button up shirt was stained with blood, while his iron mask was now painted in the red substance.  

 

A black mist wrapped around his hand. Throwing his gaze to the side, he saw the captain staring him down.

 

“Bastard!” He screamed, dragging the guns from the man’s hands.

 

Allowing him to take the guns, he reached behind himself and again grabbed his worker’s wrench. Flipping a small switch on the side, a burst of lightning came forth from the tool. For a moment Charlie was blinded, but as his vision cleared, he saw the captain on the ground, riving in agony as lightning crackled around him.

 

Several more men were in this position. Sprinting forward, he kicked one man over, while another tried to tackle him. Only for the stranger to leaping up, and direct the man into the chest of another, while also kicking another man in the ribs. Using his wrench to bash one on the head, he used his other hand to grab one of his knives.

 

Throwing the knife into the head of one man, he took out another by clamping the head of his wrench around the man’s head. With a devastating crunch, the man’s skull imploded. Locking his eyes onto another, he sprinted forward and stabbed his knife into his enemy’s eye. Dragging himself from the floor, the second-in-command fought against the lightning that cracked and cut his flesh.

 

Turning to the masked man, he staggered forward. Raising his arms, the masked man tried to block the attack. And he did, but the force behind the blow was still enough to send him onto his back. Lifting one of his heavy, armoured feats, he went to stomp onto the officer’s leg. Glancing to his side, Charlie saw the man’s guns. Throwing himself over, he grabbed a gun and aimed it toward the man’s back.

 

A bang cracked out as Charlie pulled the trigger. Roaring, the man tumbled slightly, giving the masked man enough time to recover and leap to the side. Wrench still in hand, he leapt back, before sprinting forward. Leaping into the air, his feet collided with the shoulders of the man, knocking him to the floor. Clamping the wrench around his head, he began to mutter again.

 

Blinding flashes of lightning and the smell of roasting flesh filled the air as the second-in-command ceased to move. Standing, the masked man’s shirt and trousers were stained with blood. He dipped his hand into his pocket and retrieved a cloth. Looking around at the two men still standing, he simply sighed and wiped the blood from his mask.

 

Seeing their captain’s defeat, they both turned and began to sprint. As one of them turned, a spear flew into his chest, pinning his carcass to the wall. The Chiefess appeared with warriors, huntresses, and others in tow. Nolkonoe stood by her side, a bloody knife in one hand and her other hand… Charlie gasped as he saw her hand was missing. Instead, there was a white cloth bandage wrapped around her stump.

 

A large scar slashed across her cheek and she struggled to walk. The remaining seven men shuddered as the Chiefess stepped forward. Ripping her spear from the chest of the man, she turned to stare at the situation before her. Immediately, her gaze was drawn to Charlie. A large, gaping scar ran down his cheek. A dull blue bruise was forming under his eye, and some blood trickled from his nose.

 

“Who did this?” She muttered, her eyes falling onto the man in the mask.

 

“He saved me, it wasn’t him. It was the mercenaries,”  Nolkonoe said, a tear coming to her eye as she saw her dead sisters and daughters.

 

“W….wait please, this wasn’t our fault!” One of the men tried to beg, but within seconds the Chiefess was at his throat, her knife cutting into his gut as if disembowelling a fish.

 

Knife in one hand, and spear in the other, she ripped and teased through the men. Stamping down onto the bones of the fallen, she swung her spear again and decapitated another. Ten seconds. Ten seconds was all it took for her to slaughter this group. Even the man in the mask winced as he stared at the bloody, mushy pools that were once men.

 

Glancing over to Charlie, she placed her knife into her cloth bag and stabbed her spear down into the head of a dying man. Walking over to him, she swooped him into her arms and placed her lips to his ear.

 

“Alright? I help. Make you better. Give love,” she said in a soft tone as she cradled him in her loving arms. A tear rolled down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. This was the world. A bloody, brutal world. It was about time he began to face it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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