RHG: Inheritance Reclaimed

Chapter 8

You want... to go out..?

"Yeah. Now let me before I regret it."

You.. won't hurt him much.. right?

"Leif."

I hesitate.

"I just want you to watch. I won't break the rules. Trust me."

I feel Gem on my arm, angry energy and frustration, wanting to be able to fight back, land a single blow that counts.

Okay.

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Wither POV

I open our eyes and see his shadow cast over us, a shape above, in the gleam of the sun.

Crap.

I fumble to remember how to control the physical body and only manage to roll away in time to merely be showered by dirt from his impact.

Geez I forgot how long it's been.. this feels.. weird.

Whatever, worry about that later.

I sense Gem in our hand and I let her envelop my fist. We seem to share a wordless understanding as I run up to meet what's-his-face.

He looks surprised to see us. Maybe because we spent the past minute getting our butts kicked.

He doesn't even see my punch coming, or he doesn't anticipate its strength.

He staggers back from the blow, startled by the sudden lack of hesitation.

"You've come to your senses?" He asks, trying to read what could have inspired this change.

Oh he has no idea how much I'd love to break his face for that minute of embarrassment and pain.

He's about to speak again when I just thrust my heel against his chin.

He's caught off guard, and I take the moment to slash his chest with Gem, a shallow wound to abide by those dumb rules. But it stings enough for his expression to scrunch up. 

With Gem charging with eager energy, probably glad we finally are helping to actively beat this guy, I drive in another punch right into his fresh ouchie.

His hands clench around my wrist, sending prickles down my spine.

Something hurts. A drilling agony somewhere in my head, an image, a feeling, somewhere, fighting against the ocean of repressed memory.

I immediately tug back, jerking him forward towards me. I let my free palm slap onto the side of her head and force him to eat dirt. 

Anger fills my senses and heat pulses in my skin.

A threat.

I stare at him as he coughs dust from his mouth and eyes.

That's all they are.

"Wither?"

I can't let them get in..

"Wither!"