Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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[ Heavenlys Castle - Treatment Hall ]

Alan lies on the bed, murmuring to himself.

Alan: "I haven't played any part in the war. Why am I so useless?"

"I didn’t even win or attack anyone."

"Didn’t even touch anyone."

"And I call myself a leader."

"How am I supposed to lead this clan?"

"I’m already seeing lives being lost."

"Who knows if my life will end like that too."

"Everyone fought,"

"everyone is strong,"

"while I struggled to stand and collapsed."

"Kartik was right; I’m such a weakling."

"If someone else led the Heavenlys, we’d be much stronger by now."

"I’m disgusting!"

He sits up from the bed, removes the bandages from his legs and neck, and stands with the remaining bandages on his neck and hand.

Determined, he walks out of the room.

Alan steps into the Member's rooms, where he notices a crowd gathered.

Curious, he approaches them and peeks through the crowd.

Alan’s eyes widen in shock and despair as he sees the bodies of Uzzair, Kirito, Yuta, and Ryu lying dead with blood spread around them.

Mike: "Alan..."

Alan drops to his knees.

He notices a letter near the bodies, picks it up, and reads it silently.

[ The Letter: "Your members. Yes, they are dead. Yes, we killed them. This is what happens when your clan’s hands are laid on our clan members, the Walhallians. You killed four from our side, so we killed four too. Next time we see your members again, consider it their end. And also, don’t worry Alan. If you had won the war fairly as a leader, this wouldn’t have happened. The lives lost are on you. Fix that into your brain. - Kazuto: The King of Walhalla" ]

Alan’s eyes widen further as the realization sinks in.

He drops the letter and grabs his hair, tightening his grip in anger.

He punches the floor repeatedly, his rage consuming him.

Alan: "die.." "die.."

"DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE...DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE...DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE...DIE!! ONLY YOU DIE! DIEEE! DIE,"

"ALANJOEL! DIE!!"

"Only you.."

"ONLY YOU."

His hands start to bleed from the force of his punches, his hair standing on end in a manifestation of his anguish.

[ Crimsons Castle - Treatment Room ]

Kartik: "That’s it. Easier said than done."

Aarush: "Kartik, I hate you."

Kartik: "I don’t care. This is the best revenge."

Aarush: "What will you do if Alan finds out that you’re the one who killed them?"

"More than that,"

"WHY DID YOU EVEN KILL THEM, HOW COULD YOU EVEN DO THAT!"

Kartik covers his ears in frustration.

Kartik: "Gosh."

He walks towards Aarush and slaps him.

Kartik: "Listen."

"This is how it is."

This isn’t some house or home you’re living in."

"You’re in hell."

"GET THAT THOUGHT OF CREATING SUCH CHAIN OF PEACE SHIT FROM YOUR GODDAMN BRAIN DAMN IT!"

"DON'T YOU WANT TO TAKE REVENGE??!"

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO WEAK?!"

Aarush: "Yeah, I’m weak."

"At least I’m not cruel."

Kartik: "Cruel?"

"Muzan cutting off hands isn’t cruel?"

"Muzan cutting off their heads isn’t cruel?"

"Cruelty in hell is seeking peace."

"Understand that."

"Peace is a myth in Peakwest."

"And you, Aarush, will be fired and burnt, and your ashes won’t find peace here."

Aarush: "In that case,"

"I’m leaving this clan."

Kartik: "Go ahead."

"Make sure I never see your freaking face again."

Chapter Ends.