PROBLEM - Anthony Lockwood

CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE

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before anyone says anything it's a teen wolf reference ik

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"YOU ARE NOTHING," Gale laughed mockingly as Alice stood before him.

Lockwood fell against the stone floor and out of the way, his rapier clattering to the ground and eyes wide with betrayal.

Alice clutched her knife so tightly that her knuckles were white.

Gale narrowed his stormy eyes, "I am the iron in your sword. I am the fire that keeps the stakes burning. I am the Hunter!"

And, like a thread snapped, he lunged.

He stabbed at Alice, but she darted out of the way, swiping at him with her knife. He was trained to perfection, a killing machine. But Alice was not human.

She slammed her palm square into his chest, sending a burst of magic through her fingertips that caused him to stumble back, clutching his chest in pain.

Alice's dark eyes flickered to Lockwood, who had scrambled into a standing position. He was weary from the fight. There was dust on his face from how Gale had thrown and kicked him into a crate.

Splinters littered his jacket from the wood that Gale had split upon him.

Her eyes flashed back to Gale.

They were dark as obsidian and held every terror within them. It was as if live shadow had found a way to enter her eyes.

Looking into her eyes was almost like looking into the bone glass.

Gale stepped back. "You are nothing but a bearer of your mothers name!"

"I am justice!"

Alice stepped forward, and it felt almost as if she could burst into flames at any moment.

"I am vengeance!"

And without any warning, she jumped, taking to the air and lunging towards him, her knife raised high in the air.

"I am death, destroyer of worlds!"

Her shout echoed throughout the night, richocetting off of every surface and reverberating through the sky again and again.

When the knife made contact with Gale's blade, there was a shockwave that sent him skidding back.

They continued to fight, a deadly dance of blades and hate.

Alice slammed the hilt of her knife into his head as hard as she could, slamming magic into his skull. There was a horrible crack, and Gale's eyes were rolling to the back of his head as he fell, his head hitting the floor on the way down.

Lucy grabbed Alice's arm, "Okay, go, go, go."

Alice turned to Lockwood, "I'm so sorry."

"There's no time for this," Lockwood chastised, darting out onto the main roof. "Look, a drainpipe we can climb down."

They got to the edge, looked down, and all three swore loudly.

It only extended about two feet off the roof.

"This can't be our escape," Lucy sighed.

"Lucy! Lucy!"

Lucy grabbed the walkie-talkie, and they all hid behind a ledge. "George, we're on the roof. There's no way we're getting down to the pontoon."