Guilty Escape

Guilty Christmas

I gave a large yawn and slowly sat up. I smiled as I looked outside and saw the snow on the ground. I got up, got dressed, and walked out of my room and downstairs, the lights from our tree shining bright in my eyes. I loved Christmas, but not because the presents that my parents gave me. I loved it because I was ale to give them something that made them smile.

"Finally awake, Frosty?" My dad said from his favorite chair near the glowing pine.

"Yeah." I said and walked to the tree, sitting cross-legged in front of it.

I heard mom walk in and sit on the couch behind me. I smiled to her and turned around so I could see both of them.

"I would have gotten you guys something better… but I didn't have enough time…" I whispered as I reached into my pocket. "But I did manage to get this."

I handed dad and mom both a box the size of my palm. It was wrapped in red paper with a green bow.

They both opened it theirs and smiled. I had given dad a picture of us locking swords, and mom a picture of me on her head when I was very young.

"I know it's cheesy to give pictures but I felt you would love them all the same." I said as I hugged them.

They smiled to each other before stepping into the kitchen, and coming back out with a small box, not unlike the one's I gave them.

I stared at it and slowly opened it.

Inside was a small golden-chained necklace. I stared in awe at the pendant.

Frost Bite and Guilty Blade X-ed each other, their blades attacked to the golden chain. I smiled at it and immediately put it on.

"It must've taken a long time to make…" I whispered as I hugged them. "Thank you."

They smiled and stood, motioning me outside.

That was the first time I ever parried against mom. She focused entirely on finesse and defense, only striking at openings that were clear.

Dad took a break, and sat on the porch, where our home's safe zone was located. Mom and I were out in the open, and free to attack, but we didn't care.

I gave off a shout as I spun a full 360 degrees, switching my swords at the last minute, allowing Guilty Blade to block Uncle Zane's old sword and Frost Bite to lightly tap her waist. Now to score was 1-26. Mom was the winner.

"Mom." I said as I gasped for air, dragging my swords into the ground and leaning on them. She looked up at me, she was sitting in the snow, not caring of the cold as it slowly seeped into her outfit. She had put on her short skirt and her long sleeved shirt, the same clothes, she said, that she fought against Guilt in.

She gave a nod towards me.

"What would you do… if we were separated…?"

She snapped her head to dad, then they both looked at me.

"Why do you ask?"

I shrugged. "I was just wondering…"

She stood, and both mom and dad walked up to me.

"Well… what would you do?" She asked.

"Try to find you of course!"

"There's your answer." Dad said. I nodded, and hugged them.

"I love you guys…" I whispered with closed eyes. I felt them hug me tighter.

A sudden roar blared around us. I snapped my head up and saw the same black dragon from May.

No! Not Guilt!

I took a few steps back, my hands on my swords' handles. Mom and Dad immediately ran to the door of the house, and I ran after them, pulling my swords from their cases. I heard a loud roar and a spike landed in front of the porch, blocking my way in. I skid to a stop as a wave of snow swept over me, and a large thud forced me to loose my balance. I flipped from my stomach and onto my back to see Guilt had landed; the snow under his feet melted and the grass caught fire.

He stood on all fours; his spiked wings were pulled back as he slowly took a step forward. His pure white teeth formed a grin. He arched back his neck, like a snake would when it was about to strike, and gave a short hiss. He kept open his mouth and swiftly threw forward his head. I gasped and quickly got to my knees, jumping out of the way as his nose crunched into the ground. He stared at me unfazed.

"Frost!" My mom shouted.

I shook my head, never taking my eyes off Guilt's.

I cannot do this… I can't… I am too weak…

He lunged again and I jumped back once more, as he did I landed on a hard cement sidewalk we made to our doorstep. I gasped as I did and a plan formed in my head. Guilt snarled and lunged once more, striking the rock as though it were just soil, not caring for the sturdy tar used to make it. Though he did shake his head to get a small chip out of his nose, and I took that time to run forward and stab both blades into his bottom jaw.

He roared and threw his head up. I shouted as my both of my blades torn from his skin, leaving me completely in a free fall. Guilt smiled and opened his large mouth, ready to eat me. I closed my eyes and waited for his jaws to clamp down on me, swallowing me in darkness.

But he didn't, instead I landed on his head as he looked down with a sharp screech. I gasped and saw my mom and dad were locking their swords into his massive legs. Guilt snarled, and then smirked. He jumped up, and flapped his wings, gusting a wall of snow over my parents and covering our house.

I dug my blades into his dark skin and slid down, raking them the whole way down to his tail. I fell the remaining twenty feet and rolled to avoid the complete force. I felt a sharp pain in my back and fell to the ground. I knew this would happen… my past injury was getting in the way of my fighting. I looked up with one open eye and saw Guilt snatch my parents with one of his large claws.

"Mom! Dad!" I shouted and shakily stood. Guilt laughed and fanned his wings; the gust caused me to fly back to the pile of snow covering our house.

I propped myself on my elbows and weakly looked up to my parents' horrified faces. Guilt smiled and circled in the air.

I think I shall take them back to my castle! If you survive your way there, I just might set them free! Guilt tormented. He laughed and backed off a bit. He arched his neck once more, and a loud hiss emitted from his chest. I saw a purple glow come from the back of his neck, and my eyes widened. His mouth opened wide as a jet of purple flame flew from his mouth, torching me and everything around me.