Inheritance

Chapter 3 :Unwilling

As the two police came onto the scene, Ian had to admit that it looked pretty bad. By pretty bad, he meant that there were three bodies around him that looked very, very dead. Also he was covered in some of said blood, which did not make him look all that better in the eyes of the law. Lady Justice was blind, but she wasn't this blind. No one was this blind.

There was only one police car, which Ian found strange. If he was the police department, he would've sent more than one car to take in the "Homicidal manic with a sword". These were probably just the first on the scene. The only thing that made the situation worse, was realizing what he had to do.

He had to kill them.

With the Bladeworks he can take out these two cops and make a run for it. If he just took out these two before more showed up, then he could keep this less complicated then it could be. As uncomplicated as killing five people can be. Oh God.

"I feel like I've said this a lot today, but you have another option than what you were thinking."

"Really?"

"Yes, but next time, if you could refrain from killing off your opponents it would be most appreciated. Your distress levels in your head are, well distressing for those who are inside your head."

"Yeah, yeah, just tell me how to fix this, please." Ian was so freaked out that he didn't even think about the strange voice that he was hearing in his head. He just didn't want to go to jail. Bad things happened to people his size in prison.

"One of the perks about Bladeworks is that reality can't handle its power and steps out as the kids say these days. That means that you can almost do whatever you want with your surroundings for a period of time. Only problem is that you won't be able to summon another servant for about 2 hours. Reality shifting takes a lot of power."

"So, what should I do?"

"Well, you can't bring them back to life, unless you sacrificed some of yourself. I would erase yourself from the minds of any witnesses and get the hell out of here."

"But how do I do that? I don't even really know how I killed those guys."

"You really are a moron, aren't you? I'll do the work for you this time but next time you're on your own."

Another flash of light, brighter than the previous ones filled Ian's vision. Various things happened at the same time. One, the blood on Ian's clothes disappeared. In slow motion, a strange white mist went around, splitting into smaller replicas of its kind and heading towards the various heads around him. It was the first time that he noticed the people that had seen him. Some were just staring in shock, while others were franticly talking into a phone in their hands. "Most likely calling the police", Ian thought. There were a few people that were passed out on the ground, here and there. The shock of seeing a teenager pull a sword out of thin air and kill three bullies must have been too much for them. They had his sympathy.

The tendrils moved through all of these people's heads. They looked like snakes trying to make a home in their heads. Eventually they pulled out and came back to Ian's hands. Suddenly, everything went back to normal. The two police officers started to move forward, but really slowly.

"I've slowed down those two officers movement through time. Nothing as slow as when you're selecting a servant; but it's enough for what we need to do now."

"Which is?"

"Running away"

"Ah."

Which Ian Proceeded to do.

The two police officers moved to the scene. They had been called in to take care of a mugging that was turning ugly. It was a boring thing to take care of. Most of the time, the muggers just ran away at the sight of two police uniforms. It was a rookie job. This would've been fine, except for one thing.

These two were anything but rookies.

In the technical sense, they were rookies. They had no actual experience, and they had just become officers. But in every other sense, they were the best. Both of them had graduated with perfect scores from the academy. Where did that get them, however?

Going after a bunch of teenage druggies.

But tonight was going to be different for the two of them. Because when they rounded the corner, expecting to see a bunch of muggers, they did, but the muggers were dead, and there was not victim. Except for the muggers, that is.

"What the hell..."

Nick looked over at his partner. William had never been good with blood, and now was not an exception. He ran off, not wanting to vomit on the crime scene. While he ran off, Nick took a step forward. At that moment, for a second, he saw a kid. He looked again, and the kid was gone.

Must be one of those days.