I gasped at the nightmarish scene hanging on the wall before me.
My hands moved with an insistence to free my comatose brother from the hard-light links that kept him bound.
"War." My voice choked back tears at the sight of his naked body lacking his usual muscle tone and the thinning of his hair.
His cheeks were slightly sunken. The skin around his hands was papery with protruding veins, resembling an elderly man's.
War's arm was linked to a skrit, which was curled up on the floor at his feet. It was also in a comatose state.
"He'd be heavily dehydrated since the skrit link is boosting the feeding process," Wilfred soberly commented.
He grabbed my hands before I could touch the links. "Don't touch the links or you will be bound to them as well."
"Let me go! I must break the links. Break him free!" I was losing my rationale.
I received a punch to my gut from Jensen in response.
"You do that - you're as good as a shadow puppet!" he hissed with his fist raised to knock some more sense into me.
"You don't get it. MY BROTHER'S UP THERE!" I cried out, feeling both my desperation and pain from the hard punch.
Yes, his beloved brother was caught within the juxtapositioner's clutches.
Famine's thoughts were looping through useless solutions on breaking him free. His brain wasn't intelligent enough to come up with a plan.
The memory walls weren't recalling anything that he could use to snap War out of the trance that bound him.
The juxtapositioner's eyes opened. Its attention was fixed on me. Its bubble of blue light had dissipated when it broke out of its trance.
I sensed its immense animosity.
The blue book closed. The situation had become dire.
"Shit!" Wilfred cursed as he raised his steel gun at the demon.
He fired bullet rounds, but the attack didn't deter the demon's advances.
I yelped, feeling pain from the fell swoop of the demon's extraordinary long arm.
Another strike had sent me flying into the wall near the lieutenant colonel who was still trapped in a coma next to War.
The wall behind the men burned with a fierce white light. Black silhouettes stepped out of the light and stood before us as solid as living beings.
"Shadow Puppets," Jensen cursed as he unhooked a pair of sais from his belt.
He advanced upon the rushing horde of human and animal silhouettes that were hell-bent on one will - to kill us.
The shadow puppets attacked with speed and skill of the creature impression it silhouetted.
Wilfred and Jensen were able to dissipate the advancing numbers, but they kept coming at a constant pace.
The smell of iron and sensation of heat was compacting the air.
Famine saw that the knights were running out of stamina. He couldn't dodge and narrowly miss the enemy horde for much longer either. The lair became crowded with silhouettes.
The stupid boy saw his hopeless situation, but he kept dodging and doing his best to live. His heart couldn't bear to see his brother suffering up there.
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"I'll find a way to save my brother. Do whatever the hell you want. I'm stealing your guns." Famine is a man determined to save his three brothers after they were tragically separated when a magical fire destroyed their monastery home. He finds him...