Determination (Discontinued)

Nine

"This should be easy now."

She and a few others swarm towards Chara, weapons in hand. Chara looks around, crouching as they clashed into each other. Chara grabbed two of the members, using them as shields to protect herself from her front and back as swords and knifes came out of nowhere. The bodies took the hits of the sudden blades, groans being heard loudly from them both. She tossed the useless bodies away after taking their weapons, clashing them with some of the others that came at her.

"I could take you all." Chara growls under her breath, raising her blade and slitting the throats of three men. She brought the blood stained swords to two others, jabbing them into their torsos, taking their blades once they fell. "All I have to do is hold you guys off for awhile. I can do that much.."

The leader scoffed, thrusting her knife towards Chara. Chara jumped back, her arm cut slightly by another member. She swings her blades towards them, taking his head off completely.

Whoops.

"Why are you so caught up on capturing Frisk?!" Chara stumbed back, looking back to see if anyone were behind her. A whole crowd. Chara ran up to them, swinging her swords at them quickly. She managed to wound and kill a couple, but she herself had a few stab wounds and cuts when running in. Hunching over and catching her breath, a group of members grabbed Chara by her arms and held her tightly as the leader walked over. "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH HER?!"

"Simple." She calls, holding her knife in her hand, walking over. "She brought monsters onto our realm. Your kind doesn't deserve to be here. We take her, the source, and monsters will take their leave just to get her back!" The woman laughs, clutching her chest. "Which will never happen."

Chara's eyes quickly morphed, black goo flowing out of her eyes. "YOU WON'T BE T-"

A sharp pain.

The sudden urge to cough and spit out a flowing liquid rising from her throat.

What?..

Chara coughs out, blood spilling forward. Chara was stabbed under her rib cage, the blade of the knife being dug into her. She clenches her teeth, holding back a scream. "Now if I was completely stupid, I would believe she would still be inside of that pretty little house there!" The woman grips onto the hilt, twisting it. This causes Chara to scream out in pain. "But I'm not stupid! Where's the ambassador?" 

Un..

Chara grits her teeth, looking up to her. "Tell me now, and maybe you can walk out of here alive. Well. Barely."

The only response Chara gave was spitting on her mask. The woman behind the mask groaned, shoving the blade farther into Chara. She screams again.

"BABYFISH!"

A large crowd of people and monsters swarmed in, clashing with AMC members left and right. The leader looks to Undyne, seeing her expression; pure worry. It changed to anger as Undyne ran up to the leader, summoning her spear and aiming it at her. The woman hopped away, jumping left and right as she dodged it. The ones holding Chara dropped her to the ground, quickly going to help take down the talking blue fish.

Chara grunts, coughing and curling up, grabbing onto the knife lodged into her. Chara pulls it out and bites back a yell.

Duex...

Chara looked up from her spot, glancing at the fights between others. Some were winning. Some were losing. Some were able to continue to fight, some were in Chara's position, or possibly worse.

Her vision blurred. She clenched her teeth again, clutching her wound. Chara attempted to stand. She attempted to get back into the fight.

Gunshots were heard. To Chara it sounded like it were an echo, as if it were far away. Her breathing was sharp and ragged as she picked up a sword from the ground. Taking a breath, Chara charged at a group, attempting to help and fight.

One member from the AMC pointed a gun at her. She didn't react in time, only kept running at them. They pulled back the hammer, it's click visible to her. Everything slowed once the trigger was pulled.

She thought she could make it.

She thought she could move.

She thought...

. . .

"MOM WE HAVE TO GO BACK FOR HER!" Frisk shouts, beating her fists onto Toriel's back. "THEY'VE GOTTEN STRONGER! SHE'S GOING TO GET HURT!" Sobs were heard from her as Toriel kept running. Asriel held Flowey close as they ran, gunshot after gunshot being heard throughout the air.

The goat stops.

The flower's expression softens.

Toriel looked back to the two. "We can't stop moving now, Children - We have to leave!"

"Something.. doesn't feel right.." Asriel mutters softly. He clutches his right side, his eyes shifting from his left and right. "It hurts here.."

Flowey looked to the goat. "You feel that too?"

Toriel's expression softens more, motioning her arm. "Come, come. We have to hurry." She starts running again, Asriel catching up. "Mettaton's is coming up soon. Just a few more miles."

"MOM PLEASE!" Frisk continued to cry. "WHY ARE YOU... Why are you just letting her STAY?!" Frisk clenched her fists again, soon grabbing onto Toriel's robes and crying into her shoulder. "You would NEVER do that! Why now?!"

"It's her job, my child.." Toriel says in a hushed voice, patting her back gently. "I want her to come with us. I do. I want her to be safe. But.." Toriel looks ahead, seeing a mansion in plain view. "I can't interfere with her job choices and what her job calls."

An hour more. The four could make it. Just keep walking.

Frisk continued to cry, but less after awhile. She began to feel tired. Asriel and Flowey began to look at each other, feeling the slight pain they both shared. They would occasionally question if it were coming from either of them and doing it just to spite each other. Apparently not. Toriel continued to pat Frisk's back, looking back to her son and flower to tell them to hurry more.

They eventually make it to Mettaton's. Asriel knocked quickly and rather harshly as if his life depended on it, even though it did. Mettaton came downstairs, opening the door in only a robe. He ties it around his waist, questioning why the four were at his home this late in the morning. Asriel explained, pointing back to their home, mentioning Chara stayed back - causing Frisk to burst into tears again - and that they needed to stay somewhere for safety. Mettaton nods, letting them all inside, looking around to see if anyone saw them enter, and shut and locks his door.

Trois...

It was then did Frisk stop crying, her SOUL exiting her body and throbbing quickly. She hopped out of Toriel's arms, rubbing her eyes. She held her arms out to it, taking it within her hands.

The others swarm around her as it does this, they all question the fast beating of the SOUL. It had gotten slower. Two thumps. They all raised an eyebrow.

"What's.. going on?.."