“Hey,
so, uh... Blue?”
Baek
decides to talk to me as we run though the building. It's
understandable that he has some questions, especially considering all
that stuff that went down right in front of him. He's kinda been
outta the loop, now that I think about it... Me, Cleo, Trace, and
Emerald are all connected to each other in one way, or another. Primo
probably knew all this for a long time, now.
As
far as I know, Baek doesn't really have that connection we do, and he
didn't learn the truth about them when Primo did. I'll try to answer
any questions he has. Before I can answer him, however, I notice that
more guards have come for us. There sure is a large number of them...
As soon as we're in range, they fire, raining a hail of bullets on
us, which I dodge and Baek blocks.
“What
is it you wanted to talk about, Baek?” I say, dodging the bullets
in midair whist preparing a fireball to counterattack with.
Shadowhand is smart enough to have given them armor that could endure
our attacks. They were definitely prepared for us to show up. This is
fine for me, though. If it's like this, the fireball shouldn't kill
them.
“What's
this about Trace and Cleo being killers?” he says, charging at the
guards. I throw the fireball, taking a few of them out. A large
sweeping kick from Baek knocks down even more.
“Baek,
remember those murders from the summer of 2014?” I say as I run
toward the guards and punch one of them.
“Vaguely,”
he says, hitting a guard with his elbow. “What, you're not gonna
tell me one of them is the killer, are you?”
I
think about how to answer his question. As I do this, I snap my
fingers, creating an explosion that blows a good deal of guards away.
“You see...” I say, heading toward the elevator. “There were
two killers.”
“Two
killers?” he says, bowling over a few guards that stood in his way.
“Yeah,”
I say as I watch more guards come out of the now open elevator. “To
make a long story short...” I jump in the air, and extend my leg,
kicking the guard in front of me. “...one killer was Cleo...”
Uppercut. “...and the other was Trace.” Backhand for the guard
behind me.
“Are
you shittin' me!?”
“Duck.”
As soon as he does, I send an Azure Fist at the guards behind him.
“So that's what Savior was talking about!” he says, offhandedly blasting a guard with what I can only describe as a Shadow Ball.
“Yeah,
and that's another reason I feel that we need to stop him. Not only
will he kill the King and Queen of Shadowhand, he'll probably kill
Trace and Cleo, too.” I step inside the elevator. “Hm... how much
do you know about the novel Kingdom of Fear?” I say,
throwing the last guard out and pressing the “Close” button.
“Not
much,” Baek says, waiting patiently.
“Well,
a popular interpretation of the book is that it's about how weak and
afraid of everything the people of this continent have become. Savior
reminds me of the tragic villain who decided to try and defend the
kingdom to the end, even as it rotted around him...”
“What
a shame... I hope things don't turn out that way.”
“Me,
too.”
My
phone rings... it's Primo. “Go to the 6th floor.”
“Huh?
Why?”
“I
checked the 7th floor. There's nothing here but a trap.
They expected us to come to the top floor... I'll meet you in front
of the elevator, okay?” He hangs up.
“We're
supposed to go to floor 6,” I say, pressing the button.
“Anyway,
Baek... Cleo's a vampire, and she had to kill people and drink their blood. Trace just hated a girl so much that she wanted to kill her. Those events have a good deal to do with why they
decided to be superheroes. The guilt...” We talk some more as the
elevator went up.
“I
see. Well, what's Emerald's deal?”
“The
girl Trace killed was her best friend, and from what I remember Trace
telling me, she died pretty pointlessly, too. Emerald told me that
she thinks Trace is nothing more than a killer, and that she's only
acting like a hero so that she can hurt people and get away with it.
She told me that once this was over, she would bring Trace
justice...”
“...seems
like I missed a lot.”
“Yeah,
you did,” I say, looking at the monitor, which shows that we had
just passed the 5th floor.
“How did I not learn all this earlier?” Baek scratches his head.
“You should have hung
out with us more, man.” I smile at him.
“Heh
heh, hopefully it's not too late.”
I nod. "Yeah. Let's do something fun after this crap is all over."
"I'll consider it... if we live."
Ding.
The elevator opens. We've reached the 6th floor.
I nod. "Yeah. Let's do something fun after this crap is all over."
"I'll consider it... if we live."
Ding.
The elevator opens. We've reached the 6th floor.
“And we will. Don't jinx us, Baek. It'll be fine.” We step out. Of course, there are guards waiting for us... or there would be, had Primo not taken them out.
As
we run over to him, I notice that he had all thirteen swords with
him. They must be making him extremely powerful. Now there's no way
I'm worried about dying. We'll live for sure. Primo touches the large
door in front of him and speaks. “I sense a large amount of mana
behind this door. It must be them! Are you guys ready?” Suddenly,
another phone rings. Primo's phone... “Hello? Trace? …Huh!?” He
seems worried. What did Trace say to him? “But... okay. I'll be
there as soon as possible. Don't die on me...”
He
hangs up. We stare at Primo for some time. “I underestimated
Salvator. They'll die if I don't do something, quickly...”
“Go.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. “You have to go. We can handle
this.” I smile at him, trying to hide how worried I really am.
“Okay,
Blue. You be careful, too, okay?” With that, he runs off. Be
careful, Primo...
“You
care about them a lot...” I look at Baek as he says this. “Trace
and Cleo, I mean.”
“Well,
yeah. The thing is... I'm not too sure how we got to be such good
friends. A lot happened, but...”
He
smiles. “They reached their hand out, and you took it.”
“Hm?”
“That's
a good enough reason, don't you think?”
I
think about it, then I nod just as he does. Yeah, that's a good
enough reason for me. “Well, are you ready, Baek? Let's go fight
for our friends.”
“Yeah.”
He smiles and extends his fist toward me. “There's no gettin' off
this train we're on.” I look at the fist, and bump it with my own.
“Come
on, let's go.” We open the door to the final battle...
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