The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.2

Chosen

"I need ammo, Pistols!" Mista wasn't about to let the boss get his hands on the arrow again.

"We told you, Mista! It takes time to reload that cartridge!" Squeaked back his Stand.

"We're finished!" If Mista couldn't reload his own gun, then he figured they might as well have lost already.

King Crimson went to grab the arrow only for the object to fling itself up into the air, "Wh-What in the world?"

"Spice... Girl..." Trish struggled to get out her words, "You didn't deflect Mista's bullets. I just made them softer. The bullets stretched out like chewing gum and stuck to your hand, and I had them use their elastic force to return and blow through it."

"Trish... You're still conscious!" Diavolo grit his teeth in fury.

"I'm going to overcome this. I'm not going to live in fear and run away from the fate that you've passed on to me. If it's in my way, I'll just climb over it!" She spoke with the resolve she had gained over the course of the week long journey.

Abbacchio watched the rather important object soar through the air, "The arrow is heading toward me..."

"That's great! Even if he predicts where it'll fall and erases time, you're still closer to it!" Mista started to think that maybe winning wasn't impossible after all.

"If only..." Diavolo stared at her as if she were but a stained that needed to be removed, "My daughter, if you hadn't been born... Fear truly does come from the past. You have genuinely angered me!"

"It's not her fault that you got her mom pregnant." You couldn't help but blurt it out.

"I was younger... and naive. She is nothing but a mistake!" King Crimson then shoved his fist straight through the torso of Spice Girl, blood gushing out from the wound.

"What?!" Giorno was in complete shock. Had he just lost someone yet again?

Diavolo threw Trish past Bruno and over the rest of you just so he could get closer to the arrow. "You were right, Trish. Now you can surpass not only the past... but their heads." Apparently he thought it was a great time to make a little joke as Trish's soul seemed just about ready to disperse.

"Trish!" Bruno screamed out her name. In that second, his voice almost sounded like his own again.

"He went through Trish's mind and into himself..." Risotto clenched his fist, digging his nails through the skin of his palm. "And her soul..."

"It's moving away!" Finished Giorno.

"She's disappearing into the sky..." The scene before you felt awfully familiar. Hadn't a similar thing happened after the death of Avdol and the near death of Joseph?

"Shit, the arrow!" Abbacchio had been too worried about Trish to try and grab it before it was too late.

"The arrow belongs to me!" Diavolo was just about to make contact with the arrow when he saw a glimpse into the future where Secco had dived into the air in an unsuccessful attempt to snatch it from him. A small smirk crossed his face. It'd be easy enough to take care of. He'd always hated Cioccolata and his little pet, anyways.

Once time skipped again, your eyes fell upon Secco, who's chihuahua body had been smashed down into the ground a few feet in front of you. He whimpered while trying his best to lap at his wounds despite his many broken bones.

"I-Iggy..." You stumbled a step forward, shaking slightly. You felt so out of it. Almost as if your mind were replaying the final battle with Dio. Like you had lost Ceasar all over again and had just laid witness to your dog Iggy having been beaten half to death.