Modello froze in place after Tamir's words. "Look how pitiful you are," said Modello. "You're actually trying to provoke someone to kill you." Afterwards, Modello just continued walking, without any other sort of reply or word. Tamir just glared at him as he slowly got further and further from the vampyre.
Modello now just walked by himself, leaving behind the 'pitiful' vampyre, Tamir. His footsteps echo across the night sky. The wounds that still inflicted pain continued to follow him, bleeding and hurting as the seconds went on. Modello gazed upon his tattered left arm, the Humerus bone that stuck out like a sore thumb.
His mind, surprising empty of thought about what was just mentioned. He could only think about her, Alyssa. As his footsteps echo a solo drumline, a pair of footsteps echoed another. Modello froze in place, grabbing onto the dagger in his right hand tightly. He turns his head to the left, as the footsteps seem to be approaching him from the back towards the left.
Suddenly, popping from the pathway that way was Alena and Allister. The two looked relieved when they saw Modello. "Modello!" yelled Alena, rushing over to him. But then she sees all the wounds all over him, and takes one look at his left arm. Her footsteps freeze and her hands cover her mouth. Her eyes widened. "Modello, your arm...!"
Allister walks over to Modello and sees the battle-wounded young man. His eyes widened along with his sister's when he gazed upon his left arm. "Dear Saradomin..." he replied.
"It needn't matter," replied Modello. "I know where the others are."
"You do?" asked Allister.
"Yes, they were taken to Iericho to be executed."
Alena gulped down saliva hard. "Executed...!?"
Allister sighed. "Damn," he growled. "That means we don't have any time to waste. We must go to Iericho."
The end
is only
the beginning...
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