YOU'LL NEVER KNOW CHRONICLES 2: WRATH OF DARKNESS

CHAPTER - 26 BETRAYERS BETRAYED

The mist was more than enough to conceal Israr's presence. Taking utmost advantage of it, he climbed into his space ship, that took him back to the villain's base turning invisible. He was in terrible state. His wounds were harsh and deep, too much for him to counter himself. He cuddled himself within himself, crossing his arms around tightly and with eyes closed he tried to fight the pain. Pushing himself against one side of the ship, he tried to groan away all the pain, but it was in vain.

It wasn't long, when he was back at the villain hide out. Even after a long time after the space ship had landed, Israr couldn't come out, such was the status of his pain. Slowly after that, he climbed out the ship, and stood leaning his back over it, breathing heavily. The next moment, he fell on his legs. A hand grabbed his arm, by which he felt that now he would be helped. But the metal hand pulled him up harshly and dragged him to Anabash's room. Silver Loricae threw Israr ahead, to where Anabash sat on a sort of a throne.

"What news do you bring?" he demanded.

"The heroes are alive," produced Israr with great effort, not able to speak and breathe at the same time.

"What?" screamed Anabash, and walked towards Israr tightening his fist, to beat the hell out of him. The other villains simply watched it.

Unaware of Anabash's intentions Israr continued, "but . . . I found the aura core . . . it's a brown aura core . . . somewhere under the tree . . .probably the very reason why the tree had grown so vast and so distinct."

Anabash turned joyed and showed that he was severely impressed with him, and send him to medical room to take care of his wounds.

When Israr left Anabash's room, he called in the attention of the other villains for a meeting. He sat over a huge oval throne made of stone, while the others stood infront of him, at random places. Silver Loricae stood on his right a little far away, Flame Doll sat cross legged over a stone, Flaunt, Swordman and Sentinel Knight stood by the wall near the room entrance, while Dark Skull wasn't there, as always.

"We at last have the location of the aura core. It is somewhere under that huge tree," informed Anabash.

"Lets blast down the whole place into bits, and get that aura core," demanded Silver Loricae.

"What's wrong with you programming you dumb metal scrape . . . the aura core is a very delicate sphere . . . it you destroy the whole place, you will end up destroying the aura core also," shouted Anabash.

"Now we'll need to find that aura core . . . but before that . . . I shall need to get rid of the PLUTONIAN PRINCE . . . permanently!!" he finished.

Suddenly a sort of a shock fell through,

"WHAT?" shouted Flame Doll, "he's soo cute!"

"WHAT?? grasped Sentinel Knight alarmed, and so were Flaunt and Swordman, "my Lord we still might have some use of him."

"NO!!" shouted Anabash, "we have the aura core's location . . . however the main reason is that Israr's real self is at the edge of destroying the darkness inside, if that happens, he'll join the heroes and that'll be big trouble for us. KILL HIM!!"

Israr walked through the dark corridors. Something made him very desperate, Cecelia's face kept coming to his mind again and again. Black smoke kept coming out from him, and clouded his thoughts. He walked forward, stripping away all the armor. His entire support was on the stone walls, to which he leaned to walk.