Protectors- Consequence

Chapter Twenty Two: Toxic

Wraith was nowhere to be found inside of Misfortune, forcing her to utilise the old power, the luck of the draw. It was not working as well as expected, with most of the weapons she had drawn breaking instantly due to her being out of practice, but she had managed to shape a katana. The blade was currently slicing through the neck of a snarling beast, which was unable to comprehend that its life was about to come to a gruesome end. Its head fell to the floor, neck spurting blood as the thing's heart pushed onwards, desperately trying to survive without a brain. The thing's head continued to snap its jaw open and shut for a few seconds, before it moved on to wherever things like that go after they die. Shaine wiped the weapon on some nearby grass, cleaning the fine blade, which had chipped slightly on the bone of the beast, but even as she did so, something landed behind her with a clang. 

A human being, one that at least appeared to be real stood there. He was around six feet tall, and lean, just an ordinary person, the generic brown hair and eyes he possessed completely ordinary,

"Who are you?" Shaine demanded, 

"I'm just Draedon in a more human-looking body," Lochlan explained, holding up his still robotic hands, "just in case I need the element of surprise. Strange thing is, I don't really remember what happened after you guys got teleported out of Austria, but it doesn't matter, we've got to get you all out of here,"

"Good luck with that," Shaine grumbled, "the others are God-knows-where and this fog suppresses our powers, there's literally nothing else to be done,"

Draedon looked like he had zoned out for a moment, before giving a thumbs up sign,

"I've sent a message to my fabricator to create a massive fan, which is gonna be sent to us within the hour. It should assist in blowing away all of this smog,"

His hands began to mesh together, twisting and changing shape until they resembled the propellors on a boat. Then they began to spin, faster and faster, blowing away all of the smoke in the area. Wraith began to stir, moaning in Shaine's mind that the fog had nullified its ability to possess the body at all, and as Draedon removed the last of the fog, they could make out a struggle, just down the road. A pack of the beasts had surrounded two figures, one of whom appeared to be considerably injured, forced to all fours by a brutal slash,

"We've gotta help them," Draedon droned, his bionic legs pumping as he ran extremely quickly, making up the distance in a mere second,

Noctum woke up, straining hard against the hose that had him tied up,

"The fuck was that for?" He fumed at Spirit, who was checking her phone for signal, "you knocked me out!"

"We need to talk to the others,"

"Can you first explain why you concussed me?" Noctum demanded angrily,

"It was important, you were going all blissful again," Spirit explained, "I'm beginning to wonder if it's this place that will do that to you,"

She managed to send another call, but to no avail,

"Nobody's picking up, damn it!" She shouted into the air, "they can't be dead!"

Adam stood up, unable to leave the hose, but walked over to Spirit anyway,

"They aren't dead, I can guarantee it," He comforted, "we've got too much left to do for them to go dying on us,"

"You can't talk, you almost died mentally, just a minute ago,"

"I'm also bleeding out physically, so give me a fucking break," He groaned, "can you tell me anything, I feel like you of all people would have figured out what's going on in here,"