Flames And Blades

Chapter Twenty-Six: I'm a Mess

The next day I, personally wake up to Luce kicking me in the shin. My hair is already played with by the trio of princess littles.

"What's our plan for today?" She asks, holding yet another little in her arms.

"We're going to start fighting through the hazes once the boys wake up." I look down to see my nails are painted a dark, sparkly purple. How ironic.

"Oh, that's no problem now isn't it Lil' baby?" She cooed, and then kicks the boys up and awake, too.

"Jesus fu-udge brownies Luce!" Trevor mumbles, still asleep, but awake in pain enough to catch sight of a little girl giggling and painting his face.

"Princess Indi finally looks good!" Liz squeals. Thanks, kid.

"She always does." Warrison mumbles, the ridiculous flirt still sticking strong with him.

"Thanks, Lil' queens, guys we've got to get going!" I stand and start moving to the car. Luce looks hesitant to put the infant in its bassinet and smacks Warrison until he starts moving. The lil' queens screaming 'He's already got a princess!' the entire time.

Getting to the car, we assume our positions. Me in shotgun, Warrison driving, Luce in the middle seat, with Trevor to her left and Adam behind me. Once the mom-mobile sets off, Luce and Trevor fall asleep to Adam and I jamming it out to the oldies station.

As we get to the border to Nocty, notice the gaping hole is gone. Instead replaced by some sort of purple and black curtain of clouds. I get out of the car, signalling everyone to stay put and reach for the fog. A gut feeling telling me it's going to do something bad. I can go through, but I feel that the car itself really shouldn't.

"Okay, so it's passable, but I think we should head by foot through the fog." Warrison looks me in the eye for a moment.

"Sure." No questions, just action.

We head through the border and onward in a silence meant to signal alertness.

Passing the borders, everything's a mess. What once were corpses are now bloodthirsty warriors, fighting each other mercilessly. Without going further in, I know the same pattern lies here; the number of people will thicken the farther we walk. Their aggression will increase too, their weaponry however, I do not know. These people are not what we're looking for, their instead of the red-herrings of whatever is going on. They don't even acknowledge our presence. I turn to Luce.

"Where is it we're heading, exactly?" Me being the first person to break the silence.

"Ilvat Hospital, just beyond that, there is the field." The hospital where I was born, the one just northeast of the town center was Ab Antiquos headquarters. Strange.

"Then let's go," I whisper to myself and continue to the center of the town, hoping our invisibility keeps up the entire time.

An eon of walking through battles later, we just make it to the intersection

where I lost it last time.

There, we are reached, ambush style by literal men in suits. I can't think of anything else to do but scream at the top of my lungs so that the warriors have no choice but to hear me. When they do, all their humanities powers are focused on our attackers. Turning out a lot better than I intended, we take this as a sign to get the hell out of dodge and plan our next point of action.

It turns out I'm really fast when the Men in Black are on my heels.

When we get to and inside the mob-mobile, Warrison slams on the gas, Fast and Furious style, as there is no one on the roads for miles ahead. After breaking a safe distance away, slow laughter of adrenaline records through is all, only growing with each passing mile.

It was then that I knew.

We were completely screwed.