The Torn Weft ~ COMPLET

Neither here nor there

Note : ⚠️caution: rapid alternation of points of view. separation with ~

Griffin noticed their situation. In front of them were a dozen orcs ready to fight. Behind the elevator would surely bring its share of enemies. In the middle of it a door. Behind this door, a baby. He took two seconds to do his internal check—up. Pain radiated from his flank and he seriously thought he was bleeding inside. His head was throbbing and his strength was failing. He smiled quickly. If he had to die, he could be a hero too, damn it. And if he got away with it, it would only be for profit. A glance at Gwen occupying his former body. The kid had been more than his brother for ten years. They'd been one, lived, felt, learned, fallen...but they were there. Their bond was different. Not romantic, not sexual, not brotherly... it was more than all that... then Misery.

— Cover me!

Misery took his position as Griffin moved. The Cerberus shielded Griffin's movement while Gwen spun his slingshot. Griffin ran to the fourth door, two orcs charged in, only to be intercepted by the Cerberus, who, with the strength of his arms, threw them against the others. This allowed Griffin to reach the door but it resisted.

— It's locked!

— Magic lock, you're human, you should go through!

Griffin glared at Melvan as he ducked to avoid a dart shot. It stuck right above his hand. Gwen increased the speed of his slingshot and threw the ball, which hit the shooter between the eyes. He was thrown backwards in a spray of blood. Griffin grunted.

— I'm not really human! Get your ass over here if you want us to save the kid!

Melvan looked at the Orcs. Misery had grabbed two of them and was slamming them together. Behind him the elevator creaked. Gwen glanced at him.

— I'll protect him, go get the baby. Go get the baby. Hurry!

Gwen threw another marble that hit the mark. Melvan ran, bent double, to the door, grumbling that he would never make it, that he would die, that he... He arrived at the door, near Griffin. He was petrified for a moment when he saw the totally black eyes of the demon, but a slap on the back of the latter's head made him open the door. In front of them stood a woman, her legs spread wide, a broom in her hand. Melvan pulled Griffin forward and he fell to his knees.

— Look down, it's a Gorgon!

— Shit! I hate snakes!

Griffin heard the Gorgon move and pushed Melvan away from the clumsy broomstick blow. Melvan rolled under a table. The demon fell back on himself.

— Go get the kid, I'll get the lady!

And he jumped. Melvan rushed to the back of the room without bothering with Griffin, confident that he would do what was necessary. He bent over the crib and took the pile of blankets as gently as possible.

— Here... here, come with Uncle... we'll take a trip, okay?

He had the presence of mind to take a kind of sling to make a makeshift harness and put the baby in it. When he turned around, the Gorgon was lying on the broken table, her head turned in a lethal angle and Griffin was panting, covered in the woman's blood. Something heavy crashed through the closed door, startling the human. Griffin shoved the broom handle into the human's hands and he picked up two table legs, one with a broken stake end. He smiled as he weighed them.

— Are you ready? We're going out.

Misery and Gwen had managed to advance and were now on their side of the wall, protecting the door. The number of Orcs was halved. Gwen spun his slingshot and hit one of them in the forehead. The creature fell to the ground. Misery was breathing heavily. His fur was covered in fresh blood and Griffin wanted to rip apart whoever had dared to hurt his partner. Misery dashed forward as Gwen took the lead.