TRIBULATIONS

31.

Joshua couldn't find Pierre. He knew that Edena and Ravena were currently in the Upside city, but after hearing Roman announce an attack on Mispair instead of Pierre, he was worried.

He had opened Pierre's office but it was empty.  He walked towards the room the new arrivals were staying in and..

The blond curly haired man opened the door. His curious blue eyes stared at Joshua's. "Hello? Who are you?"

Joshua knitted his brows and politely introduced himself. "I'm Joshua Bleak, the second Ruler of Mispair, where is your friend?"

The blond haired man frowned, "..Arthur? Is he not here?"

Joshua shook his head. "When was the last time you saw him, Uh?"

The blond haired man smiled. "Bennett,"

Joshua knew his name, he simply did not want to alarm the Man by him suddenly knowing of him. "Right, Bennett?"

Bennett let his searching gaze roam around the hall as he spoke. "He said he needed to work for Pierre." He corrected himself, "Mister Pierre."

Joshua almost chuckled to himself. "It's Alright, and I suppose the two must have gone out together, because they are nowhere to be found."

Bennett raised a brow. "..The two.. Together?" Realization hit him. "But the announcement—!"

Joshua nodded. "I know. I'll see to it, stay in your room and don't leave, okay?"

Bennett slumped his shoulders, giving in to Joshua's words as he stepped back into his room. "Fine."

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Hundreds of Agents, including the experimented invaded Mispair.

And all of this to find Arthur and Bennett.

Thanks to Brenden—Who sold them out. How he found out about their identity was not known, but it made sense considering the circumstances and how Arthur and Bennett appeared in Mispair. Badly injured too.

Meanwhile,

Pierre and Arthur were both now badly injured.

Arthur's eyes fluttered open, he whimpered when a sharp pain shot through his back. A painful groan escaped his throat, he squinted his eyes and observed his surroundings.

It was dark, and he heard loud and piercing screams all around him. He was confused, his head throbbed, it felt as if he had a migraine. What happened? That question rang in his mind, but he was unable to find the answer. He felt something running down his face, lifting up a shaky hand that was badly bruised, he wiped the mysterious fluid, discovering that it was blood. After a few short seconds, his memory starting to flicker in the abyss. He turned his head, and he saw a Man.

A man with long wavy hair. A man that reminded him of... Pierre!

Arthur quickly turned on his side despite his badly bruised body, and aching migraine. "..Pierre.. Pierre!"

He turned the Man around with his trembling hands. His cuts stung as they touched the unconscious male's rough skin. Slowly, he managed to straighten up a little bit. Arthur looked around the area, the screams stopped. Some laid on the floor, dead. The others must've safely made it home. He hoped.

Arthur got on his knees, he bit his lower lip but quickly refrained from doing so, wincing and hissing from the pain. His lips were also bruised.

He shook Pierre's body, "Hey.. Hey.. Come on, why are you silent when I don't want you to be!?"

He started to panic when he heard footsteps in the distant. His eyes teared up, Fucking Arnold..

He left his Mother. But he wouldn't leave Pierre, even if he were dead or alive.

He couldn't be alone, ever. He couldn't make that same mistake, ever.

So he lifted Pierre's upper body with great effort, wrapped his arm around the man's shoulders, and attempted to lift him up. He was very heavy, Arthur was heaving as he barely got Pierre to his feet. He half dragged the man towards his hideout. Luckily, he remembered where it was. But with this migraine, he wasn't sure if he was going in the right way, but he had no choice but try.

Luckily for him, after two Alleys, he found it. Out of Plain sight.

Going up the stairs was challenging, but they were now in the elevator, and he heard a noise coming from Pierre. Now he knew that he was alive.

He limped his way towards the dark red bed against the rocky wall, and he flung Pierre onto the bed. Arthurs knees buckled, and he fell down on his knees, he grunted in pain. His back was aching, his head was throbbing, and his entire body was sore, aching with bluish- reddish bruises.

But he gasped when he felt his empty pockets. The locket!

Arthur instantly ran towards the elevator even though his feet were not in the state for running.

But still, he instantly got out of the elevator, and as he took the first step down the stairs, his legs gave out, and he stumbled over. Arthur hit his head, and he shrieked out in pain because of his head and because of his foot that was most likely sprained.

But still, he stood up, and he limped towards where the bike was.

Tears ran down his face. He was in pain, it was a wonder that he wasn't screaming out in pain. Instead, he stifled his groans, and he searched for the locket. His knees gave out again, and Arthur let small whimpers come out of his mouth as he used his badly cut and bruised hands to feel the ground, hoping to find the locket.

He was back at where the bike was at, and he raised the bike only to push it away from the ground with the little strength he had left inside of him. There it was, the locket, under the bike. It wasn't broken, and Arthur was confused as to how that was possible. Regardless of the countless possibilities, Arthur picked up the locket, and stuffed it inside of his pocket, zipping it shut to secure it.

He stared at the bike, and he got up, he was determined to bring it back to the hideout. It belonged to Pierre, and.. Who knows, maybe the Superhuman had given him the bike. After all, he looked really sentimental as he stared at it.