I can't run. Leg hurts like hell.
I can't fight either. Leg hurts like hell.
Screw it. I don't care. I'll go down swinging.
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Okay. So I went down. Not swinging. More like gasping in pain.
Shit he hits hard. I'm just lucky I got away before the limb tearing started. Every lunch he swings hurts like...well...sorry human analogies don't really apply to me.
So this is how it went down. I went in screaming. I came out trying to scream. But that last hit on my stomach. Ooh...
New plan. I need a plan. No plan failed. Shit he's coming already! I wish I could yell time out.
Did I mention he's fast? He's fast. Like the devil. His hand snake out and scythed through the air straight for my head. I dodged, leaving the resulting wave of air to decimate the clump of trees behind me.
I accelerated and and tried for a kick to the...other part. Playing dirty counts against demons. Bugger just flashed behind me and punched me into the ground. At least a foot into the ground.
He has my neck in his hand now. Damn it he's strong. Five fingers pincered and squeezed the life out of my beautiful body. Every kick I tried on various areas of his chest wouldn't even bother him.
And the worst part was the eyes. They weren't Magrathea's. His entire sclera was black, contrasted only by the red pupil at its core. So this is what they felt when I went berserk. Afraid. More than afraid. Terrified. Petrified. I would have pissed my pants if not for the sudden hail of blue pellets on the impassive face of Magrathea.
"What have you done to my son?"
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
