Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)

(131) TTotSS: Well, Your Destiny Lies in Your Hands!

The Main Street of Night Raven College was empty that day. Not a single student or bird on sight as the wind blow almost menacingly like nature was bubbling with anger.

A single footstep could be heard, echoing through the empty academy. A figure stood in the middle, a magic circle dimming underneath him as his cane glowed. The golden eyes behind his bird mask were glowing dangerously as he tipped his top hat back.

This time...

He will be there for him...

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When Grim opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was the soreness coursing his whole body. Slowly getting up, he wiped the spilled hummus off his face. What...what happened? He looked around. Is this the lounge? How did he get-

Memories seemed to flood into his head once again followed by a stream of maniacal laughter. The cat ran to the balcony, looking down at the battle below. Azul could be seen trying to escape Jamil's claw-whip around the courtyard while Jade and Floyd ran toward the unconscious Kalim. And suddenly, Jamil laughed and raised his arm to the air.

"HaPpY FaLlInG, cApTaIn aRgEnTuM!"

"JONAH!" Grim's scream was not acknowledged as the genie silhouette threw Jonah into the air and disappeared. Without anything supporting him, Jonah was falling fast to the ground, limbs thrashing around and screaming at the top of his lung. He's gonna die! Grim knew he had to do something. But what?! He can't remember the spell Azul used earlier! What's he gonna do? What's he supposed to do?!

In the end, he didn't need to do anything.

"[EXTRA LARGE TEMPEST!]"

A gust of wind suddenly blew from the direction of the Scarabia's entrance. Grim could see two familiar faces on a one-wheel vehicle that he had never seen. The redhead stood on the backseat, one hand gripping tightly onto the blunette as his other hand held his magical pen, blowing wind to sent Jonah flying higher.

Grim wasn't the only one surprised. The Octavinelle Trio and Jamil were taken back for a second. Jamil might be the most surprised. How the fuck did the Heartslabyul get here?! The seconds of surprise was enough for Azul to pointed his cane at Jamil screaming, "[Petrificus Totalus!]"

Jamil froze. His arms snapped to his sides and his legs sprang together. His whole body rigid and then fell flat on his back, stiff as a board. Azul didn't know how long this will last for an overblotted person, but it'll give him enough time. He was about to turn to the falling captain when the magical wheel ran past him.

Ace once again used his wind to boost the magical wheel to fly, this time toward the captain who was reaching for them. Ace tucked back his magical pen, balanced himself on the bike, and opened both of his arms. "CAPTAIN!"

They met in the middle. Just when Deuce's magical wheel reached its peak, Jonah fell into Ace's arms, gripping on his hoddie tight as Ace quickly pulled him closer to his chest to secure him. The magical wheel landed on the ground perfectly and skidded to a stop, smoke coming from the wheel.

From the balcony, Grim could felt his smile widened. They arrived. Help has arrived. They made it, those sons of bitches! Grim looked to the lounge sofa, spotting something silver on the ground. He immediately recognized it. Jonah's prosthetic arm and sword. He ran to the things before going to the balcony again.

Meanwhile, Ace climbed down off the magical wheel still holding the captain tight until he knelt on the ground. Jonah was breathing hard and trembling all over, still in the adrenaline rush. "Hey, hey." Ace caressed his hair that was out of his ponytail. "You're safe. We're here."