Battle of Bones (Anomaly Saga #5)

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Somewhere on the moon, an astronaut was on the move, fleeing and dodging laser blasts. "It is over, Vincent!" a gruff man said. "We got the extraction drill." The astronaut that was on the move was the one they were chasing. He had a large safe roped to his back, which contained valuable information. They all ran through a dystopian-looking city with neon signs all around.

Vincent smirked, beginning to run on the walls of the buildings around him. The goons that were chasing him continued to fire their laser blasters. Vincent suddenly pulled out a rainbow cube out of his pocket, "Diem, Luna, uh . . . Opal?" he said, staring down and shaking the cube. He abruptly ran into a shop sign, smashing his helmet against the metallic advertisement and gasping for air. Vincent smacked the cube with his left hand, and he was suddenly transported through a rainbow aura. He emerged in a land that was seemingly made out of yarn.

Rising up off the ground, examining his surroundings, he said, "Am I seriously back here again? Dimensional cube transporter, please, oh, please. Bring me back to earth."

A large yarn lion suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Vincent tilted his head as the yarn creature roared loudly at him. He pulled a blowtorch out from his pocket, smiling menacingly at the yarn lion. It charged at him, and Vincent quickly put an end to the thing. Set ablaze, it melted and growled in what Vincent assumed to be agony.

"Yeah, now I am prepared. Prepared for it all," Vincent said, coughing and staring up at the smoke that was now gracing the air. Out of nowhere he was met with a punch to the face, sending him stumbling.

"Ow! What . . . the actual Egg McMuffin," he muttered, holding his right cheek. He stared at the person who was quickly approaching him.

"You know, Vincent, I could say the same. You just murdered a living creature. In a gruesome way, no less," the person remarked, staring at the deceased yarn lion on the burnt yarn ground.

"Yeah, it was going to eat me," Vincent replied. "So I did what I had to do." He put the blowtorch and the cube back in his pockets. He began to whistle and shake in place.

"No, you just wanted an excuse to murder. You know good and well it couldn't have harmed you." The person who was scolding Vincent was a woman who didn't appear like she was made out of yarn, but out of different kinds of flora and plant life.

"Yeah, yeah. Peacekeepers are always like, 'Hey, watch it. You're killing life that you shouldn't even be tampering with.' Well . . . It was going to tamper with me. Now, I bid you adieu," Vincent said snarkily, pulling the cube out from his pocket again.

The peacekeeper lengthened her arm, grabbing the cube and taking it away from Vincent, who wasn't exactly pleased. The peacekeeper was surprised, returning her arm to its original length. She stared down at the rainbow cube. "Boy, do you . . . have any idea on what you possess? This item was forged from celestials. Sewn from reality's own fabric."

Vincent's eyes widened. "Are you serious? I . . . have no idea what that means."

"Precisely," said the peacekeeper. "Which is why I will be keeping this until further notice. I would be on my way, if I were you."

"But I can't get back to Earth without that cube!"

"You should have thought of that before you went messing with things you aren't meant to. Goodbye."

The peacekeeper left, leaving Vincent stranded, left to fend for himself in an unfamiliar yarn world.