For Centuries: Book 2 Of The Godling Series (Sequel To Killing Garmin)

Chapter 30

Tristan's POV

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"Now!" I yell at Morgan, pointing the long, silver blade toward Fongratch.

She stays staring at me for a moment then turns away. Her form leaves my peripheral vision as I glare at Fongratch who is still smirking at me.

"I am going to rip you limb from limb," he says still smiling, like he's talking about a dog or a first date. "First, your right arm, seeing as you use it to fight. Then, your left. And then, your legs. You'll just be laying in a pool of blood. And I'll do it fast enough that you can feel all of it. Finally, I'll tear off your head and eat it. Of course, I'll need to do it to that girl first."

That's all it takes to set me off. Whoever threatens her... I will kill. I swing my sword at Fongratch but he backs away, letting the tip just miss him. I swing it again but miss. Again. I blame me never using a sword before for that. Blood is still gushing out of the wound from the arrow I shot.

Fongratch stares at me, blood running down his face. He lunges at me and tackles me to the ground. The sword gets thrown a couple feet from me. Fongratch kneels on my arms, pinning them to the ground. He punches me in the face repeatedly, with barely any pause between the hits.He knocks my head to the side where I see my sword. I reach for the sword, which I can't see, for my head was pushed to the normal position by another couple punches. I start feeling limp, probably going into unconsciousness. I reach the sword and grab it in my hand. I immediately stab it upwards and hit Fongratch's arm. He screams in pain and gets off me. I lay on the ground, trying to get up, while Fongratch yells in pain.

He stops yelling and screaming while I still try to get up. He stares down at me, his hand on his other arm.

"You're pathetic," he says. "Don't get up. It'll prolong your death until I find your little girlfriend and kill her. Slowly. And painfully."

I sit up and lean on the sword, slowly standing up. He looks at me, looking startled and amused by this act. I slowly hold the sword up and hold it in both hands in front of me.

"You don't give up easily," Fongratch says. "I'll give you that. I'll enjoy killing you even more."

He runs at me but I step aside. I spin around, swinging the sword as I do. He stops the sword by literally grabbing it with his hands. He somehow gets it out of my grasp and throws it away. I pull out one of the arrows and stab at Fongratch. He dodges it so I try again. I stab him in his other side, making him back away. I go after him, punching him in the face. I punch him in the stomach then the head. He gets away from me and smirks, blood covering most of his face.

"You would have been good in my army," he says. "But you decided to go with them and your annoying girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend," I reply. "Well, it's complicated. But she's dating someone else. Oh, wait, right. I'd never join you."

Fongratch raises an eyebrow at me then returns his face to its original posture. I grab Morgan's bow from around my shoulder and knock an arrow. I shoot it but he dodges it, moving closer to me. I swing the bow at Fongratch's face and it smacks him with great power behind it.

"You can't kill me with a simple bow and arrow," he tells me.

"If it isn't from me shooting your heart," I reply, sending another punch his way. "You'll die from blood loss."

Fongratch gets hit by my attack, sending him to the ground.

"Even so, I will make sure that everyone you care about is dead," he says. "If it's the last thing I do."

I knock an arrow and draw the string. Fongratch doesn't make any attempt to move. I have honestly never hated anyone so much as to him. Besides Cal.

"Any last words?" I ask.

"Yes," he replies an answer I didn't think he'd say but he said he has last words. "My army will not stop."

He stares me right in the eye with flaming hatred in them. I've never killed a person this upclose and personal. I've almost never talked to anyone I've killed. This may be different than an- no. This monster has killed hundreds of people. And that's exactly what he is. A monster. He isn't human. He's a tyrant monster. I was sent here to do one thing, so I will follow through. Killing someone like this is said to change people for the worse. But I have to do this. Or he will kill everyone, including the gods. If you can kill gods. Fongratch stares up at me, hatred and anger blazing in his eyes.

"I'll see you in hell."

And then I shoot.

The arrow goes right into the middle of his neck. He falls to the ground in a puddle of blood that is slowly growing. His face and body start morphing back into his original form. My cue to leave. He begins to grow into his original size as I walk away. Fongratch's soldiers start noticing that Fongratch has been killed and stop fighting. I guess he was wrong about his soldiers.

"Tristan!" I hear over the noise of talking and battling of the ones who haven't seen it yet.

It's Morgan. Cal has been right about one thing. Only one. I love Morgan. My heart leaps when I see her. But she loves Cal. And Cal loves her. And I guess I'm sorta kinda not really okay with that. When she gets close enough she hugs me.

"You actually did it!" she exclaims.

"Wow, the faith in that statement," I say, sarcastically. "He was really dumb, though."

"Yeah," Morgan replies, letting go of me. "He was."

I look around at the hundreds of people, most of them notice Fongratch's defeat. They're all standing and staring at his limp body and then at me. I look farther around and see commanders of Fongratch's army are yelling orders for them to retreat. I see the MI soldiers leaving.

"We're leaving," Morgan says, starting to walk. "I can't believe this battle is finally over."

"Yeah," I reply. "Me neither."

Should I tell her what Fongratch said before I killed him? But his soldiers just retreated. Even if he thought that, they betrayed him. I see why. I follow everyone heading back to the factory. I won't tell anyone. It's just a waste of time. With no leader, the army will fall apart. Plus, with that many people, not all of them were probably loyal to Fongratch. I notice Morgan staring at me so I look over at her.

"You definitely need to go get your wounds looked at once we get back to the factory," she says. "They look really bad."

I touch my face then look at my hand. Lots of blood.

"It feels really bad, too," I reply.

"Well, it'll be a while until we get there," she says. "You'll survive until then."

We are totally separated from Fongratch's soldiers and I realize how many of us are left. Not many. If I hadn't gotten my flashbacks then, I could've killed Fongratch sooner. And then there'd be more of us.