《ADEPTAVERSE》23 - Empire of Darkness Arc: One Final Task Towards Normality
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Krow was running through the hallways of the prison, the alarm still blaring throughout. He had an earpiece in which soon received a message.
"They're breaking out now! There are four of them!! 36th hallway exit!"
"36th? Ain't that the rooftop?" He mumbled to himself. He found the two dead bodies belonging to the guards which were escorting the three back to their cells, examining their bodies and seeing one of their legs blown off. He took note of it and kept moving swiftly.
He soon turned the corner on the 36th corridor and spotted four figures running out onto the roof. He started to sprint after them, jumping over the dead guards and out of the makeshift exit. He spotted Kry first, summoning his dark blue dagger and throwing it at him. Kry heard Krow land after his jump and ducked under his dagger which desummoned after passing him.
"Altara! Shoot him!" Hugo ordered Altara as the group kept running, following someone in front.
Altara hesitated at first but aimed the shotgun at Krow who's eyes flashed dark blue, causing him to go invisible. Upon seeing him go invisible Altara exhaled and kept running. "He's vanished!"
Krow reappeared right behind the group and tackled Kry, who was slightly behind the group. Kry hit the concrete ground with a grunt, Krow summoned his dagger and prepared to stab him but before he could a crackle of a sniper rang out, sending a bullet through Krow's chest. Krow coughed blood under his mask and flopped to the side of Kry who was quickly pulled up by Hugo.
The group continued running and Krow remained on the ground, bleeding out slowly.
...
After some time a voice then rang through his earpiece, waking him up.
"Krow? Krow?? We heard a sniper shot outside of the prison. Are you okay?"
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It was the voice of Lurk.
Krow coughed, before speaking weakly. "Yeah...I'm fine..."
He took out a healing potion from his pocket, pouring it onto his chest slowly and with struggle. The wound healed and the bleeding stopped, the wound itself giving the illusion of time around it rewinding until the wound no longer existed. He threw the bottle away causing it to smash on the concrete.
Krow stood up and looked in the direction the group ran in, the group, of course, was now gone. Seeing this he sighed, looking in the general direction he was shot in; from his back. He scanned around with his masked eyes seeing only some buildings the same height or close to the height of the prison. He spoke into his earpiece to Lurk.
"I lost them. They had assistance from outside the prison." He said with slight frustration, the wind blowing his hooded coat to the side. He went to the edge of the prison and looked out into the city. "Any recommended course of action?"
"Hmm. You stay here at the prison. I shall send Kodan after them."
Krow sighed and instead of responding he simply sat on the edge of the roof, staring up at the gray, dead sky of Wrathak.
...
Approx thirty years ago...
Unknown planet outside of Adeptan System.
Krow was kneeling down, chains strapped to both of his wrists and ankles. The chains themselves coming from behind him, allowing him to lean forward against the chain's weight. He was stripped of all clothes except a pair of brown pants and a hooded black long coat which hid his face. A booming voice came out from the darkness which surrounded him.
"Your exile shall result in your remaining sanity to be crushed into nothing but atoms."
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Krow then spoke out in his calm yet sharp tone
"I think I am fine. My mind is locked on target." He kept his eyes locked on the chains which bound him.
"And so is ours."
A female scream rang out amongst the darkness following the booming response.
"S-Sis?"
"LET GO OF ME!!!"
The female shrieked out, Krow tugged violently on his chains, grimacing under his hood.
"She never got out?" He asked himself, before yelling, "LET GO OF HER!! THIS IS BETWEEN US!"
The ground then shook causing the voices in the dark to mumble. A piece of the rocky ceiling fell down next to Krow.
"They're here?? They've found us?!"
...
"Let us get this over with, then. Get the ships ready for evacuation."
Krow heard the voices, but before he could talk..
BANG!
A gunshot rang out, and a girl in a black robe was dropped on the ground in front of Krow, a pool of blood growing underneath.
Krow's eyes flickered dark blue as he started to breathe heavily, the ground shook once more as the cave started to collapse around them. The walls in which the chains were attached to collapsed behind Krow as he crawled towards the girl. He held her up with both hands, her head hanging back.
"Sis..." Krow mumbled with a dead voice, a teardrop landing on her pale cheek.
The cave collapsed in on them.
...
.....
A hand sprung out from under a pile of rocks, causing the pile to collapse. Krow coughed and crawled out the rocks with his sister still in hand. He dragged her out. The cave which they resided in was now collapsed, the ceiling was open showing nothing but a black ashy sky.
Krow looked down at his sister, taking his hood down. The young Krow had long black hair which stretched down to just below his shoulders, his eyes were pitch black and had bags underneath them. His body was cut up, his right arm's forearm even having a piece of bone showing.
He looked down at his dead sister, taking her hood down. Her features were much like his own, except her hair was slightly longer. His sister wasn't injured at all from the collapse. He brushed her cheek and looked up at the open ceiling, his eyes suddenly sprang to life with the color of dark blue.
"I will do it for both of us, sis. I will attain a normal life. A life outside of a cult. Once I obtain this..."
He looked down at his sister.
"Then I can die peacefully."
He looked beside his sister, a mask which resembled a crow was there. He took it and put it on his face, standing up with his sister in one arm, slumped onto his body.
"Like a crow, I will do anything I can to survive."
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