Cast Out (Book 1 Done; Book 2 In-Progress)

True Ending??

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING!!!! 

The ending to the last big fight (the one with Alexa, Misa, and Wahshi) was never really satisfying to me as an author. I had pictured it coming out completely different than how I actually wrote it.

Quite frankly, I think I was too obsessed with stretching the chapter out to make it reach 3,000 words at the time (which has always been my goal to do for each chapter), and how I tried to write out that part of the story when I just hadn't had everything planned out yet. 

SOOO.... I decided to write this "alternate" ending to the fight, which is closer to what I had imagined would go down between them all.

Let me know what you think!!

P.S. This part of the story here will replace the fight scene between Alexa, Misa, and Wahshi in Chapter 11.

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Alexa's dagger was less than a foot away from my face when I broke out into a grin. This time I hadn't even bothered to activate my ability.

Realizing that they'd pulled off one of the oldest tricks in the book and took advantage of the fact that I was alone in order to double-team me was more than a little surprising, but it was something that would be their downfall.

After all, I survived 20 years in one of the worst prisons in America. You either learned to turn bad situations to your advantage, or you died. It was as simple as that.

As her dagger gleamed in the dying light, with all of the training and experience I'd gained in 20 years of hell, the most I managed to do was barely move my head out of the way of her dagger.

My body was already dead tired. If this were in real life, there was no way Alexa could have matched my speed or endurance that was forged through 20 years of suffering.

But sadly, this wasn't real life. It was a video game where I was level 1, and she was somewhere past the 200th level. Even with all my instincts, my training, and my experience, I couldn't keep up with her forever.

....It was a good thing I didn't need to though.

I could see the twisted grin on my face which practically stretched from ear-to-ear in the reflection of her eyes. It was her only warning as I used my last remaining [Mist Form]. My whole body evaporated and flew away faster than you could blink, right as an enormous stream of fire came rushing out from the trees.

I watched Alexa burn and melt.

Whenever I thought about this moment in the future, I could never remember how long it lasted. Sometimes it seemed like she took forever to die, and the dark part of me would sadistically laugh at her screams which would go on and on.

Other times it seemed like she instantly turned into ash as soon as she was hit by Misa's spell. Fast, painless, and yet still oddly satisfying as I remembered the look of horror on her face right before it hit.

Regardless, I burst out laughing as soon as she was gone. Every burning drop of hatred that weighed me down started to vanish as I kept laughing.

I didn't stop laughing when I heard Misa cry out for her dead companion.

I didn't stop laughing when she knocked me down in fury.

I didn't stop laughing when she grabbed my head and was about to melt my face off with a flame spell that she was going to cast through her hand directly onto my face.