Prophecies Heroes

Chapter 41

Fortune appeared to them in her real form, shiny and those who looks filled in hope. Phil looked at her head to the feet, she was always standing in prideful stance, he looked away at his right in the direction of some poker tables and downed his right hand not aiming at Greg anymore.

Phil: I might need to stop that here.

Fortune's smile a bit deformed by Phil's lack of interest, she straightened and looked behind on her left at Greg and Colt almost completely healed, she turned around, smiled, crouched to put her right hand palm on Colt's face, Greg mouth open in silence looked at her hand, Fortune's right hand lit in green.

Fortune: The worst misfortune is death and my adept shouldn't be affected by it, never.

Invisibly, Colt's soul appearing under the form of his ghost was sitting on the table at Fortune's right, hand on the border of the table swinging his legs with a smile, he looked up at Fortune face.

Colt(soul): I feel honored but i can't accept

No one able to hear him, he looked down at his right, seeing his own body healed but always motionless. Phil looked back at Fortune now showing her back, he looked down at her hand and took a single step forward with his left foot.

Phil: What do you think you are about to do?

Fortune stayed silent, he took another step holding with his right hand the trigger, he bent his left hand thumb, both weapon looking at the ground. Frank staying silent while looking.

Frank(thoughts): She tries to do what exactly? I hate that energy.

Phil: Fortune right? Could you explain.

He raised his right hand at her back head, Colt soul form looked at his left, his smile turned into a face of disapproval, he looked back at his body.

Colt(soul): If he thinks he can kill a god even minor.

Fortune staying silent, the people at the gambling machines were looking at the scene in another way, they saw around Greg and Fortune a aura of color, red blue and green appealing to life, while something like a deep dark smoke was surrounding Phil and devouring the colorful aura trying to pierce through. Phil waited standing and then down his right hand.

Phil: What are you trying to do Fortune, third time i ask and i don't think that your luck allows you to miss me.

Fortune right hand stopped lighting up in green, she stood up and turned around looking down at Phil with a simple smile, Phil looking up at her face.

Fortune:. . . I hate your arrogance, i hate you presence, i didn't think it could make me this sick.

Phil smiled a bit and took 2 steps backward.

Phil: Finally something is told and it is a mutual feeling.

Colt soul looked up at Fortune and down at his feet, he could see a white string coming from his right foot, linking him to his body's heart, he stopped swinging his legs and looked back up. Phil always holding the triggers, weapons looking at the ground.

Phil: You tried to ask me something, ask now i could possibly accept.

Fortune smile disappeared, she raised her right hand at her shoulder height and snapped.

Fortune: And you still continue on this way? Didn't you listen to Colt?

At her right, above the gambling machines and even some gamblers, a giant wheel appeared to crash and kill 10 of them , the blood flowing under the wheel toward Fortune's feet. Phil looked at the left of Fortune seeing the wheel with 20 options on it, his eyes lit a bit shinier, he opened his eyes wide and raised his right hand aiming at Fortune's head.