Fate/Very Fake

Fate/Very Fake 16?

Ever since humanity had discovered sailing they had been at the mercy of the Gods that rule the seven seas. Their divine winds carried them from port to port; bringing the most courageous and devout of them to foreign lands, blessing them for their character. But when the jewels adorning the night sky are swallowed by darkness; when the Gods avert their gaze, that they would soon realise that they were forsaken as God looks away.

Two men driven by the word of God ran down these empty streets, illuminated only by the light of Meryns phone. Guided by an online map, they made there way to the nightclub unhindered by anyone, or anything. The streets had become a lifeless void; empty, devoid of light or sound or any life beside their own until they saw the orange glow radiating up the granite steps. It was the only light for miles; a cheap, tacky coloured light that Teodor had grown to hate over the past week.

He slowly made his way down the steps, matching Berserkers steps as he carried the sleeping Meryn. Silently descended down the steps until they were met with a barricade of tables and chairs and speakers. ''It's in the way. Destroy it'' Ordered Teodor, and with one mighty kick, the barricade exploded into pieces across the room. The enchanted wood snapped like twigs underfoot as he led the way inside.

---- Nightclub: Backroom

Inside the barrier, no sound could be heard from the outside, only a voice carried through the phone as Teodor spoke to them. ''Am I in the wrong building?'' He asked, when Hyoubo rose from the ground. ''I'll go check'' He said, slipping through the barrier and the velvet curtains to where Berserker and Teodor awaited him.

Teodor slipped the phone back into his pocket after noticing the man approaching him. ''Are you the student?'' Asked Teodor.

But when Hyoubo laid his eyes upon Meryn, then the mad priest who carried her a cold sweat ran down his back upon remembering him. ''W-what happened to my t-teacher?'' Asked Hyoubo, erratically.

''She is just sleeping'' Sighed Teodor, unable to muster the energy to deal with a child. ''We found her like this when she tried to run''

''Is she cursed too?'' He asked meekly, lowering his gaze to the floor.

''There are others affected by this?'' Asked Teodor.

''Two men. My friend. She tried, but she couldn't break it'' Explained Hyoubo. ''Someone can break the curse-''

''Where is this friend of yours now?'' Interrupted Teodor, the corners of his lips scrunching into a frown.

''I'll... go, get her'' Answered Hyoubo meekly, bowing as he left. Returned moments later with Rara.

''Holy shit, it's the guy from last night!'' Exclaimed Rara.

Teodor sized up this new stranger as she stepped out from the backroom and while doing so, he noticed the command seals among her many tattoos. Feeling a slight joy upon seeing it, his inner-self smiled, as he stepped up onto the stage to meet her. ''So these two are the ones that got away from us that night'' He thought, extending his right hand towards her, in a gesture of friendship.

''My apologizes miss. I had no way of knowing that you were his friend. Thank you for protecting him'' Said Teodor, as Rara grabbed his hand.

His grip was like iron, rigid and unyielding, when she realised her mistake as an Black Key pierced through foot. She lost her balance, tripping over herself. But he held her up by her hand as he drew yet another Black Key from his sleeve and with a sharp, precise cut; severed her hand and the command seals they bore. Without her hand, she fell, numbed by shock, she uttered the first verse of a curse and he scowled; plunging the silver blade into her chest.

She did not scream or recoil in pain, only the red-crossed hilt of the Black Key stuck out of her chest like a tombstone, marking her death. ''You shouldn't have resisted, stupid girl'' Spat Teodor, the corners of his lips scrunching into a frown as he rose to face Hyoubo.

''Now. Will you resist me as well, dear student?'' He asked, glaring at him.

His eyes were dark like the outside world, devoid of light or life; it was as if he were staring down the barrel of a gun. But this thing was an Execution, a madman. Hyoubo remembled everything they told him and trembled, feeling nausous as the scent of blood filled his nostils. He looked down at Rara, then to her hand in it's and then to the blade it branished.

''Raise up your left arm and don't move. I'll make it quick'' Ordered Teodor, as he took the first step.

Hyoubo held his hand closely to his chest, taking timid one step back and he one broad step forward; repeating, his breath grew more scarce while his blade higher. As his heart raced faster and faster, the flow of his mana surged through his circuits becoming more and more chaotic, until it suddenly stopped and he collapsed.

Hyoubo counted numbers in an attempt to stay calm, but then when a Black Key flew past his head he was brought back to reality. ''So you resist me as well, dear student'' Said Teodor, as he approached, Hyoubo dared not move an inch as he drew another blade from his sleeve.

The Executioner crashed down onto his stomach with his knee, knocking the wind out of Hyoubo's lungs as he drew back the silver blade. Stabbing down at his head, a fatal blow did Hyoubo narrowly avoid. Before Teodor could draw back his weapon, Hyoubo held onto his hand with all his strength and bit him, as Teodor continued to slam his fist against his head. But he refused to let go until the bitter taste of iron filled his mouth.

It pulled back it's badly wounded hand; flinching from the stinging pain and in that period, Hyoubo knocked the Executioner to the side and tumbled onto of him. The Executioner quickly drew another blade, when suddenly, the student stabbed down at him with the blade. The Executioner's blade was faster, but not fast enough as Hyoubo held onto it with his free hand and stabbed with the other.

Teodor did the same, only finding that his hand was too weak to establish a firm grip. The blade slipped through his bloodied hands and was plundged into his chest, the enchanted blade piercing through resistance; the Executioner gasped. It's lungs were punctured and soon afterwards, it stopped move. The light escaped it's glassy white eyes and Hyoubo drew back his blade once more, stabbing him again... and again... and again until the blade finally broke in two.

But still Hyoubo felt nothing from this, not from the blood on his hands or the fowl stench of it penetrating his senses. He was numbed; thoughtless. The movement of his hands as he made another stab felt foreign, like a memory; infinitely distant. When large white hands wrapped around his and couldn't make his hands move any further, everything he truely felt came flooding back to reality.

Hyoubo turned around to see Berserker, stone-faced with half-widened eyes, revealing his mystic metal-coloured eyes. To him, felt like a close, trustworthy friend and he entrusted him to his fears. His fear of failure, of disappointing those around him. ''Saber will be mad'' He muttered, unable to muster any tears.