They called his name. "Modello!!" they screamed out. "Modello!!" He quickly bursts out his door, and shuffles his head over to where this screaming was coming from. And as he took his first step, his left foot hesitates from making the step when he felt something under his foot.
His eyes swiftly flew to investigate what was under him that halted his step. And when his emerald green irises lay witness to it, even he was taken back. The lifeless body of another laid below him, the boy was probably not even eight years old. His soulless body was covered in blood, and his skin was as cold as winter.
Modello gulped saliva down hard in his throat, even he didn't like the sight of a lifeless child. But then his eyes grew with intensity. His teeth herded together, colliding against each other. "This injustice, this cruelty," he growled to himself. "Will not go unpunished."
His attention quickly returns to what was originally an intention for coming out here. His eyes quickly return looking in front of him and he races off to investigate the voice that screamed out his name. With his heart swiftly bouncing in his chest, the bullets of sweat racing down his forehead, Modello carries on inside the fire.
The End of Chapter 13,
Next Chapter,
Chapter 14: Blood Purge
I'm totally not stalking you, Fear. *behind me is a bunch of videos* I'm TOTALLY not stalking anyone, it's a new thing called 'watching'... What? Stalking and watching are totally not the same!
To Seph: Yeaaaaah, you can blame my brother for that. xD He was sitting next to me while I was thinking up the next chapter's name and he read the ending bit when Modello wakes up. And he said: "You should name it the Blood Purge.". I giggled at the idea, but stuck with it.
And yes*, they are. They hating Avdima, so they became Palmacosta! Next to them is not Iericho, it is Meltokio! With the Church of Martel! *waves hands side to side* Ahhhhhhh!
Don't forget Izoold, their seafood gels business is in ruins. D:
Flames engulfed everything in it's path, flames of hatred and fury. This hellish flames that lit up the world in a silent, but furious show reflected off of Modello's eyes - his intense and angered eyes. His emerald green irises stared down to the ground, onto the face of a small boy who was barely the age of seven.
The boy's small and frail body laid upon the ground, without the motion of life that told Modello that he was still alive. The boy did not draw breath into his small lungs, he laid on the ground in a pool of crimson red liquid that hasted over fast towards the leather that wrapped around Modello's feet. Modello gulped saliva down hard in his throat, even he didn't like the sight of a lifeless child.
But then his eyes grew with intensity. His teeth herded together, colliding against each other. His loose hands suddenly grip together, his small and chipped nails press against his skin so tightly that even they hurt. "This injustice, this cruelty," he growled to himself. "Will not go unpunished."
The intense look that cloaked his face let loose it's incredible grip, his face return to his loose and blank look. His teeth halted from it's death grip collision, and his hands went loose and dangled down with no motion once again. His attention is returned to what originally took his attention in the first place. The cries of whomever screamed out his name.
His eyes quickly recoil from the boy and straight in front of him. His feet and legs quickly spring to life and raced off to investigate the calls that beckoned for his attention. With his heart swiftly bouncing in his chest, the bullets of sweat racing down his forehead, Modello carries on inside the fire.
The smell of smoke and blood rushed into his nostrils, the smoke engulfed the world in a fog of fear and madness. A chronic outcry of dependence rushed out from all corners of the world that seemed to spin around Modello. The heat from the flames all around Modello made sweat just race down the back of his neck. The flames screamed at Modello, lashing out a whip of inferno.
The building around Modello looked like torches, some of them seemed like they never existed. Flames raised to the top of the roof, sending tears of fire to rain down from the heavens. The smoke made the world a dark gray mystery. But then a different sort of noise echoed across the near night sky.
A laughter so sinister, it sounded like it was from the Devil himself. It echoed across the world that laid in a silent scream. Modello had all the reason to believe that he knew exactly where that laughter was coming from. Tamir Thymos.
Finally, Modello reached the point to where the outcry of his name that begged for his attention. It was Princess Alena and Prince Allister. They stood hidden behind a building that was hardly touched at all. Better than what many others could say about their homes.
Alena looked towards Modello, whom was emotionless as always. Alena looked extremely concerned, Allister did his best to try to hide it. Alena's eyes were filled with water, and her hands were clenched together. Allister's eyes were down, his eyes a flood of sadness. Modello knew something else was wrong, besides the obvious.
"Modello," she muttered, under-breath. "They took Daniel and..."
Allister's purple irises shuffle over to Modello. Both their eyes met each other. He sighed out a breath of sorrow. But his facial expression changed to a more serious but still saddened look. "Don't speak anymore," replied Allister, quick. "Modello, please consider this. Daniel has been taken, and we need you to rescue him."
"Because everyone else..." said Allister, but then he paused for a moment. He let out another sigh and flipped his eyes away from Modello. But then, a half a minute later, they return to Modello. "...Has been taken too."
"Don't be idiots," said a familiar voice from behind Modello. Alena and Allsiter are surprised by this voice. Modello's eyes flip behind him to see the one who spoke, still wearing an emotionless mask. It was Richard, his arms were crossed and his back was against the wall of the building that the royalty hid behind.
"Richard!" yelped Allister.
"This is exactly what Iericho planned for you two to do." he said, in a confident voice. A smirk grew to the corner of his left cheek. "C'mon, are you guys really that stupid?"
"What exactly are you trying to say, Richard?" calmly spoke the prince.
"They WANT you to send Modello for the others." answered Richard. "Afterall, a bunch-a Zinists would do anything in order to take out the enemy of their god."
"Why tell them this?" said Modello, silently. "You're among them."
"Richard," said Allister. "You're a Zinist?"
"Why does a man's religion matter?" he said, standing on his own without his back pressing against the wall. "I only wanted to let you know because I want to be the one who kills the descendant of Zion."
Modello turns around about halfway, so now his right side faces out. His emerald green irises enter lifeless like into the glittering portal into the soul of Richard. The cocky and arrogant smirk grew bigger, into a full-blown smile filled with thoughts that pleasured the mind of Richard. The two stared at each other, even their breaths entered and exited the same.
After a half a minute passes, Modello's body turns out towards where he entered from. His feet become animated, walking away from where he was standing before. Richard's head follows him, watching him as he left. "So, you really are stupid, huh?" said Richard.
"I'm not going to save them." replied Modello, not even stopping as he continued to walk.
Allister grit his teeth in anger of Modello's decision. "I understand you're not the type for this," shouted Allister. "But you're the only one who can! Please!"
Modello pauses from moving, freezing in place. "Why save those who are insignificant to me?"
"Modello, please!!" yelled Alena. "I beg of you to put away these feelings for this time only!!"
"There's no point in tryin'." said Richard. "The guy obviously doesn't care about anyone. Can't say I blame him."
"Modello, please!!"
Modello glares back at the two of the royal family. His emerald green irises looked of an intense feeling of anger, but a silent one. "Die for all I care."
Allister's eyes go down. "Alyssa was completely wrong about you..." muttered Allister, trying to say it so Modello doesn't hear. "You are not the man she described."
Modello's eyes widened as soon as he heard Allister use Alyssa's name. But then they returned back to being emotionless just a few seconds later. "You knew Alyssa?..." he asked, silent.
"Yes," replied Alena. "She was our-"
"-Ally, afterall her family was second only to the royal family of Ardougne." calmly interrupting the prince. "Our families were allies with each other, united by faith and ideals. Everytime we spoke, she spoke of a man she just loved with everything she had. However you, Modello Mercer, are not this man she spoke about. You are the shadow of this man, nothing more than a shred of what he was."
Alena's eyes rushed over to Allister. "Brother!" she said. "You don't have to be so harsh."
"Why shouldn't I?" replied Allister. "Alyssa always said that this Modello Mercer would risk anything to protect others. His life even. And now, he doesn't. Why? Because you can't call him a human anymore. He's a shadow of what he once was."