Triple Nightmare /Bakudekutodo

Chapter 101: The Spectator and Waka! (2/2)

Todoroki POV:
Katsuki continuously switched from being continuous to blacking out and being continuous again. I tried my best to keep him awake. Meanwhile Izu held his hand. The blood was pouring out of his chest. I hadn't even been able to see how this wound was inflicted. "Keep your eyes open. You can't fall asleep. Everything's going to be alright. Just-" Suddenly the chaos around us stoped and the attention of the lightning focused towards the statue. A persons silhouette started descending between the green and purple lights. The person elegantly landed on the lightning shaped weapon the statue was holding up towards the sky. Even though she was a lot smaller the woman looked close to identical to Wakas statue. She had the same long hair but instead of grey it was dark purple with poison green strands. Her tight clothing was brown and her skin a pale tone. The coat had a maroon tone and a huge hood wich was able to cover her entire face. "MY BELOVED!" The Spectator shouted. "I should have known that you'd be the one leading me home! Last time you brought the subjects to this world and this time you would bring them back home!" He grinned. "Sho..." Izus voice was shaking. "What- ... What are we supposed to do now." I could barely hear him. His voice kept breaking off as he started crying. I couldn't hold back tears either. Katsuki had gone unconscious again. Izuku shook him awake. "Please Kacchan, we need you. Stay awake just a bit longer. Gather up your strength. Let's get out of here!" I feared the truth was causing Katsuki to slowly give up. He knew he wouldn't make it out unless Izu and I would stay behind. And there was no way he would let that happen. "He's right." I looked him in his barely open eyes. "Let's get out of here." I nodded at him. His breathing was faint. "R-Right, ... getting home..." Izuku smiled and sighed out of relief. Me on the other side couldn't relax even for a single second.

I took another look towards the statue. "Waka, my love. Bring me home I beg of you!" The woman on the statue looked down at him for a while before speaking up. "The Spectator, what an honour." Her voice sounded young and calming. "You look like you've survived a rough patch of time. Do you really believe you should go back to the human world in the state that you are in?" She asked with not a pinch of arrogance but worry. "That is exactly why I have to return. I don't belong in my own cage!" "But what about those children?" She looked towards us. Izu immediately moved in front of Kats and me. "They're of no importance. But if you really worry I can set them free once I get out." He was close to begging for that entity to fulfil his wish. How could it be that anyone had more power over this world than the creator himself? From the way he spoke and the difference in power that Waka must've meant a lot to the Spectator at some point. Waka hesitated. "Tell me Ben, are you in your right mind? Is it ok for me to enable something you yourself put in place?" She slowly took off her hood and looked him in his dead eyes. "What are you talking about, my love?" "Don't you remember? You gifted me my ability to be the hero upon my creation. You were the one who gifted me the ability to connect this world to the human one. Back then you were so scared of loosing what was most precious to you. Your mind... Thats why you made copies of yourself. To stay grounded. But you've lost yourself somewhere on the way. You're no longer my Ben. All that is left is the Spectator. And even though both of you are villains one is far from being sane while the other had control over an entire world..."

The Spectator starred up at his creation. The longer I looked at him the clearer it became that he was loosing his mind more and more. Mere seconds made the difference before he would be gone completely. "You can't leave me in here by myself!" "Fear not. You will never be alone. Your creations are developing a conscience far from the one you gave them. Soon you will have to get to know them all over again. Let them accompany you on your last years before what is left of you vanishes completely." The Spectator began loosing his patience. His smile had disappeared into a death stare. "Tell me Waka, have you betrayed me?" He asked. "Far from it, my love. What I am doing is quite the opposite." She smiled softly. "Let us stay and spend the rest of our lives at each other's side." She suggested. For a moment it was clear that the Spectator considered her offer. But then he looked up at her one last time. "I'm sorry. But this world wasn't made for me... I guess You were right. I'm not who I once was anymore." Wakas expression was filled with grief. "I will love you nonetheless." She responded as the Spectator rose his arm into her direction. "NOOO!" Izu shouted as a blinding light beam left the Spectators hand and flew towards Waka. She smiled as tears streamed down her face. Right before she was hit she lifted both arms embracing her fait.

There was a loud bang, followed by the statue collapsing. Dust swirled up and our eyes were still dazzled by the bright light, which slowly began to dim. It felt as though the only thing echoing through this world now was the dirty laughter of that monster. As the dust had started to settle again we could see a small light still making its way out from under the destroyed statue. Suddenly the light started transforming. I couldn't believe what was happening in front of my eyes. After everything that had happened this was sill the most mesmerising scene of them all. From the rumble and ashes came forth a white staircase. It rose into the sky held up by air. Its material looked like marble but shimmered like a white ocean pearl. The silver and golden light creating each step swirled around the edge like little fairy's.

I looked over at Izu. A glimpse of hope lit up his eyes. It felt good seeing that expression on his face again. "It's time... Let's go home." I whispered with the last strength left in me. "We need to hurry." I added as I wobbled back to my feet and pulled up Katsuki. He coughed and puked up a lot of blood. "Just a few more steps... I promise, just a little further..." As he looked at me there was no light left in his eyes. The Spectator was just as far away from the stairs as the three of us. So we had to find a way to get a head start. We wouldn't make it any other way. But how? Before I could make a plan Izu shouted "GOOOOO!" Like the starting shot of a race, the spectator,  the shadow giants and us, began to sprint off. But instead of just pouncing on us, some of these creatures even ran past us to get to the Spectator. What was happening here? Had he finally lost the rest of his control? Was it because he had never gotten this close to escaping before? I didn't care. All I cared about was the head start we gained.

To be continued ...