Warfang [(Book One)]

Chapter Twenty Seven

"I was hoping you'd come along nicely?" He cracked his knuckles.

"Yeah, what do you hope to achieve from this?" I grunted as I tried to stall him and move away.

"It's too bad you don't understand. On second thought. AZEROTH! bring them here."

The demon came lumbering out of the warehouse, Fenris, and Neo hanging unconcious from his hand.

The masked figure walked over to me, and snapped his fingers, my sword appearing in his hand. "Fascinating weapon. And it's finally mine." It vanished from sight and appeared in his other hand. He slowly lowered the blade to my throat and pulled a video camera from his coat, recording.

"I want Emily to see you in your final moments as a free man." He turned the camera to himself, waving. "Say goodbye while you can Ms. Woods." He turned it back to me. "Say goodbye."

"Fine. One last request. Since I'm going to die anyway, why not take the mask off."

"That would ruin the mystery. But, I suppose it's time." He reached up, laying his hand on the intricate mask. "Fenris didn't tell you did he? You're in for a surprise." And he slowly removed it from his face.
"Feast your eyes." He laughed, and I saw a single glowing blue eye shining from beneath the mask. The mask clattered to the street.

"Look familiar?" He grinned wildly, his black hair, fell in spikes of red down his face, and his light blue eyes shined with conviction.

He looked like me?!

"you- you look like me!"

"I'm not you. Never will be. And I'll be keeping the sword. By the way, we were never introduced. I'm Zerif. Your brother. Pleasure to have met you. Too bad Cole kept me a secret. Now, goodnight." He jabbed forward, and everything went black.

I opened my eyes, to see Zerif on the ground, fighting off an attack from Fenris, and Neo delivering the final slash to Azeroth. My eyes blinked open, I must've passed out.

Zerif kicked Fenris off of him, floating to his feet. "I won't let you stop me Cole!" His jacket tore off as demonic wings shot out from his back. He grabbed Fenris or was it Cole now?, and shot up into the air, vanishing.
Neo ran over, watching fly off.

"Damn it." He looked down and helped pull me up. "You alright? That was a close one. Zerif could've killed you."

But he didn't.
"Where'd he go? I need to help!"

"No. You need to get home, I'll help him. You're too injured to fight." Neo sat me down against the wall.

"You can't fly. I can. Let me help." I said, planting a hand on the ground to get up.

"I don't care if I fly. I'll figure something out. Now go!" He waved me off and he ran, scaling the wall to get air. He launched at rocket speed into the sky after them.

I slowly stood, despite the shooting pains in my sides. A split second later, Neo fell from the sky, unmoving.

I had to act. I ran, leaping upwards, and catching him before he hit the ground.

"My turn." I put him down, and grabbed one of his guns. I darted up into the sky, where Fenris, not being able to fly, was fighting off Zerif. I aimed the gun, and fired three shots off. Zerif spun, cutting the bullets down the center with my sword. I dropped the gun, letting it fall. And shot towards him, tackling him in the air. Fenris began to fall, but summoned a magic glyph, which spread beneath his feet, cushioning his fall.

I delivered a hard punch to his jaw, and received a harsh knee to the gut. I coughed hard, the air knocked from my lungs. He smacked me back with one of his demonic wings. Then they ignited into flame. He swung a wing at me, launching flaming bone. I dodged to the side, kicking one back towards him. He spun as it dug into his shoulder. He yanked it as if painless, and turned to glare at me.

"You dont get it brother. I need this sword!" He flew at me, trailing flames, and slashed downward.

In my best ninja block. I caught the blade, then turned to the side, trying to wrestle the handle from his grip. As my hand touched it, it began to violently vibrate. Red and Blue energies flowed around us. The wind violently swirled around us as the red and blue aura's clashed together. I kneed him in the gut, his grip weakened a bit, but he retaliated. The red energy began to overcome me. "The sword is mine! Not yours! It's my destiny!"

"I'll never let a demon like you wield this!"
I yelled in rage, and the blue retaliated with the same force. His eyes widened, along with mine, as the sword flashed blinding purple, and split in two. The two pieces flew off falling. Our aura's, now without a conduit, exploded. The entirety of the night sky was suddenly illuminated in purple light, Zerif and I plummeted, unable to move from the blast. And that's all I remember.