A Blood Red Top Hat

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Quand Il Pleut

Note: Long chapter ahead, battle 'n' stuff, grab your popcorn cuz this is going DOWN. (Skorm theme song above)

The road faded into a soft black, the ground beneath me crumbles into a soft cushion, it trembles as each of my foot landed on the ground. The moon's aura surrounds the quiet lands of Jamaa, warping it in it's glory and harmony, but soon the peace, the truth between worlds shall be broken.

The wind shifted in many ways like a small ballerina twirls as taps every spot of it's well lit stage and it flowed in many different paces. Some runs through a storm yet some tip-toes pass the ear of a young traveler. Yet this ballerina is plagued, diseased. It light footsteps of it's original state becomes sluggish, it's like small droplets of water trying to hold on yet failing and plunging down as it shatters into thousands of unreadable feelings.

It carries a nasty smell, the smell runs into my nostrils and lingers in my head. I lift my hand to cover my mouth and nose, keeping away the smell if blood and it's unpleasantness that weaves through it.

I could sense them, Skorm to be here. No doubt of the dense air and the plagued smell hanging in the air around us.

The plan was simple yet I still feel the heave stones within my chest as it moves up and down. All I need to do is to do whatever Wretched wanted me to do, and hopefully. It will work.

"Skorm I am here." I breath out, the wind slowed down, but the tension still in my brain.

What if he didn't kept his promise?

What if he cheats?

What if h-

"Spirit. Nice to see you again." The golden haired male appear in front of me, the black water circles around his ankles, the same shirt he was wearing since I've last saw him. And the same annoying face.

"So are you ready?"

I nodded, he gave a sharp glance at me before turning his back to me and face the once crystal water. Shadows rose from the dark, it takes a shape of a humanoid, yet having features that no human could have.

"Meet your new friend." He turn back again. Those shallow eyes stares straight at me, the silhouette starts to dip in colors, even though the world around me has settle to a sleep, but some bright light that shine from above provides enough light.

It was a girl, small girl to be exact. Her eyes loses it's color to reveal her sclera to be black and dripping in red. Her teeth were no longer the teeth of a human. Instead it was sharp, fangs after fangs line up in rows in her opened jaw. I look down, her arms were broken off, and been replaced my two razor sharp blades like those on a grass hopper, and blood stain the blades as well.

Crap.

This is gonna be hard.

Spirit can you hear me?

I know that voice, Wretched. It was all part of the plan, his voice were in my head.

My mind drift to the memory during this afternoon, before the sun set below the horizon was just Wretched and I.

"So the plan was this." The black haired male sat back on a rock which levitate above the normal ground level. "I know this sounds weird but please, listen to what I said." I give a sharp nod at him before I give him a second to continue. "When you reached Crystal Sands I shall communicate with you through 'mind-talk'."

I open my mouth to protest, but soon close it to gather the facts. First; he is able to kill Zarfy without any problem, maybe he could do something about this situation.