Imperfect Life: Arc 4

Chapter 18

On the way to the abandoned stadium, Brandon started to ask questions again.

"Crys, what's going on!?" He asked, now very concerned.

"The Mecha-Werewolf has Tomas and Emma!" Crys yelled back as she kept bounding towards the stadium.

"What!?" Brandon called back in shock.

"It has them both!" Crys continued. "It told me to go to the stadium!"

"Why are you bringing me along!?" Brandon panicked.

"I'm not leaving you alone!" Crys said.

"But wouldn't I be safer at home? Where the Mecha-Werewolf isn't!?" Brandon asked.

"I can't take the risk!" Crys replied. "I need to make sure you're safe!"

"But I'd be safe at home!" Brandon insisted.

"The Mecha-Werewolf is up to something! It's luring me into a trap of some kind! I can't just leave you alone!" Crys called out.

Brandon could hear the worry in Crys' tone. He absolutely did not want to be going right into danger, but he was pretty sure Crys had the right idea. If he was home alone, the Mecha-Werewolf might go after him while Crys was distracted. "Then why didn't it go after me at all the past few days when you were out searching?" He asked.

"Because the stupid thing likes to make everything dramatic! What better time to go after you than when I'm trying to save the others!" Crys answered.

Brandon didn't have a response. All he could do was hang onto Crys and wait for them to arrive at the stadium where things would hopefully go well enough.

A tense silence fell over the two friends in the last stretch of their journey. When the two of them finally arrived at the stadium, Brandon hopped off Crys' back and they both walked in. It was dark, bar the light coming in through the cracks in the walls and ceiling. It was way too quiet. After a brief walk, the two of them found themselves in the main chamber of the stadium. They walked out onto the field. There was still rubble strewn about all over the turf. After only a few steps on the field, two spotlights flickered on and aimed themselves to the back wall across from where Brandon and Crys were. The lights gleamed off the sleek metallic body of the mechanical menace that was the Mecha-Werewolf.

"Welcome darlin'!" Called out the Mecha-Werewolf with a tone full of drama. "Nice of you to stop by for a visit! Oh, and look, you even brought your little boyfriend! How lovely." It was clutching a remote in its hand.

"Where are they!" Crys shouted out in fury.

The Mecha-Werewolf gave a mechanical groan. "I go through all the trouble of getting these spotlights up and runnin again, and you expect me to just hand you the answer that easily? No no no, you'll have to put up with me for a few before I give you what you want."

Crys snarled.

The Mecha-Werewolf laughed to itself. "Look at you, so very serious. But alas, now it must all come to an end. The final battle between good and evil, the final fight to decide who gets to be seen as the true hero!"

Crys started to walk forward, cracking her knuckles, ready to get this over with.

The Mecha-Werewolf shouted. "Not another step, darlin'!"

Crys stopped, knowing the robot was planning something. "What, scared I'll ruin your metal finish? Dent that stupid grin of yours?" Crys said.

"There's the Werewolf I've been wanting to see!" The Mecha-Werewolf said. "Heh heh, you know, now that I think about it, perhaps now is not the best time for our little duel to the death. After all, what's a final battle without an audience, and besides, you still need your little friends back, don't you?"