Shane's Sinister and Bizarre Encounters

Folfopino Part 4

Doyle was scratched with the knife while Shane had received the full blade.

"Shane!"

"D-Doyle... Remember when I tell you th-this... This was f-fun," Shane regurgitated a red substance onto the ground while Folfopino left to go take care of Tyson, "While it lasted."

Shane's head lay on the ground. He was still alive, barely. The purple glare in his eyes left and his muscles didn't contract with his breath. He was still breathing, but hardly.

"Come on, come on!" Doyle yelled.

Doyle searched around the surrounding area for anything to patch up Shane's wound. There was nothing in sight that could stop the bleeding.

The man that the group had first saved was now waking.

"W-what happened?"

The man looked at his chest. There was no blood and his wounds had been shut with the medical supplies in the car. The car that Tyson had taken off with.

"Wait a minute."

The man rubbed his head and slowly walked towards Shane and Doyle.

"I-I think I can help with this."

The man looked at Doyle.

"Step aside."

The man looked at Shane.

"Queen!"

The man cried out his familiar's name.

"With the power of Queen, I can turn anything I want in a 20 meter radius around me into marbles."

"H-How's that gonna help Shane!?"

Doyle sobbed once again.

"Every marble I make contains the properties of the thing I turned it into. If I turn his wound into marbles, I can blend it with the surrounding flesh and patch it shut. I can only do it with this special technique, though."

"What special technique?"

"This."

The man's familiar appeared to be green with cherry colored legs and small, round, dark spheres on its knuckles. It had a mask that looked like the face of a normal person with blue eyes made of tiny circles. It wound up a heavy punch aimed directly at Shane.

"No! What the hell are you doing!?" Doyle cried.

The fist of the hand hit Shane where his wound was. He let out a pained grunt.

"Nothing to worry about. I sealed up most of his wound. There're only 3 holes now about each a few inches wide in his shoulder, his chest, and his hip. He'll still bleed out, but much slower now. I also reconstructed most of his nerves and his veins so that'll also help him survive longer."

"What do we do until Tyson comes back, if he comes back!?"

"We wait."

Doyle looked at the knife that lay in Shane's hand. 

"That must be painful. I'll take it out. Can you seal shut that wound?"

"No can do. I've used up most of my energy in my fight with Folfopino."

"Will he be ok if I take it out?"

"There'll be some bleeding, but not enough to contribute to the time he has to live."

Doyle took the knife out of his hand. It was now a shimmering scarlet.

"This knife. This isn't a normal knife. I can feel a great energy coming from it. Like that of my Scarecrow People or Shane's I'm Alright, but different. I-I want to pierce myself with it. I want the knife to penetrate me. This knife. It's special to me."

Doyle was completely absorbed in thought that he wasn't actually talking, but was in a hypnotic state.

"Doyle!" Cried out the man.

"Oh, sorry. I just got lost wandering what this knife could be... or what it can do."