Chapter IV: One Problem After the Other

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TW blood, mention of violence, mention of explosions, mention of guns, needles, drugs, cannibalism, gore, discrimination, judging a book by its cover (not literally), violence

CW angst, social confrontation

Yay

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"When you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off knives."
       -Lauren Eden

I am not a monster,
Yet you insist I am.

You injure me,
Whilst I only wished to be left to feel loved and normal.

But you're right,
I am not normal. So do not try to
contain me like this,
I am more than capable
of breaking free.

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Another purplish burst pinged against the greenery protecting the group. The magical explosion was barely seeable to them.

"BDubs, how long will it hold?" X asked.

"I don't know..! How strong is Scott?" BDubs fidgeted with his hood again.

Ren stared at the wall as flowers wilted and leaves browned, the magic draining from them and returning to BDubs.

"He's been weak lately, so.." Ren commented hopefully, facing BDubs.

"Are we going to move again?" Pearl asked X.

"Hope not," Etho replied.

"I'm going to check on the wall," Grian said bravely, walking forward. Mumbo followed, not wanting him to go alone.

"The flowers have wilted," Mumbo commented, picking a flower from the wall.

"Yeah, I don't think that's a good sign," Grian touched the wall.

The flower Mumbo grabbed fell apart and Mumbo dropped the stem and shook the petals off of his hand. He looked anxiously at the dying wall, then to Grian.

"BDubs.. he made this? How?" Mumbo asked his shorter friend.

"Honestly, I don't know. I didn't know he had that power."

Mumbo sighed and ran a hand through his black hair. "I feel like there's so much I don't know about everyone." He said.

Grian pat his back comfortingly, "I don't know everything either, just bits and pieces, Mumby."

Mumbo looked at his friend, but before he could question how much he knew the wall suddenly started to crumble. The vines withering away and the hedge looking like it was burning away.

"Go, go, go! Mumbo, Mumbo!" Grian exclaimed, wide eyed. He dragged Mumbo away from the disappearing wall.

They dashed away as about twenty to twenty-five (20-25) people in grey armour started hopping over the remains of the still burning away hedge. They didn't come too close though, they just filed in.

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