Rey De-Heavens

Chapter 9: Keepers of Purgatory

Edith put her hands to her mouth and opened her eyes as she watched the little boy's blood trickle down his foot until it fell to the ground. That man, in his other hand, held a crude pistol, which he had drawn and fired just as Rey had taken the first step forward to attack.

"You are young..." said the fellow with a Machiavellian laugh, ignoring the blurred vision he had had. "And very naive."

White and Edith went to assist him, but Rey moved from place to place quickly to dodge the next shots. He warned loudly:

"Don't interfere!"

Smiling, the little boy showed perfect murderous intentions on his face, which stopped the movements of his two companions.

"You'd have a better chance of beating me if it was an old-style fight like in the books,"

The man kept firing, but his blurred vision became more and more pronounced. As far as he could remember, he had never missed more than two shots in a row, which led him to think that something was out of the ordinary.

Rey disappeared from where he stood and reappeared behind his opponent.

"You have made a fatal mistake. You have just reminded me that there are no rules in combat. When it comes to winning, any means is fair game."

With his teeth out, the little guy, from behind, broke through the cloth and metal protecting the subject to tear a chunk out of his neck. Holding a sword and a pistol in each hand, the pirate had to hit another shot to win the fight, but for some reason he could not. It was as if he was fighting a ghost, something he saw, was there and then vanished. It wasn't blurred vision, but rather there were several individuals in the same spot moving like shadows in different directions.

Rey, on the other hand, was familiar with firearms from books. He may not yet be able to move his feet as fast as a bullet propelled by an explosion, but he could see his opponent's hand and when he pulled his finger to pull the trigger, which gave him the advantage of knowing when to move and dodge.

The spectators, who were fighters who had not been able to beat the pirate, were stunned. How was such a ridiculous attack possible? At least the little guy should have used his other arm, right? For one thing, a normal being wasn't capable of moving that fast or using his mouth in such an act. "He's not a child," thought the pirate-clad fellow. "To top it off, that creature has chewed the piece of meat he had in his mouth and swallowed it."

Click, click, click, sounded the gun's hammer being triggered, indicating there were no more bullets left to fire. With no loaded weapons, the subject was left with a sharp-edged musket and a neck still spurting blood. Resigned to lose, the pirate shouted as he followed the little guy with his eyes:

"Atrocity! Demon! How dare you bite me!"

He tried to swing his sword, but it didn't have enough reach or speed, if he wanted to do something, he had no choice but to throw it, even if he knew it would be ineffective against his opponent. "Sure! If I distract him by attacking the girl with him, he'll have to show up," he said to himself looking in the direction of the little girl who was dressed in black and seemed terrified by everything that was going on.

"My defeat is written in ink.... But you'll still have to try hard! In the meantime, I will take her life!" he shouted angrily and immediately prepared to swing his saber.

Halfway through his swing, he fell to his knees on the ground in horror. Falling face first to the floor, he could find no words to speak or strength to do anything. With his mouth open and his eyes lost, he knew he was dying, but he asked himself, "How? At what moment? What was my mistake?" until he saw it all black and could not even think clearly anymore....