The Element Wielders

Chapter 12: To The City of Love, Part 3

Sonya

"I'll give you guys some privacy. I'll be mutant hunting if you need me." I said, pulling my hood over my head so it covered my forehead. I'm pretty sure I succeeded in my goal of getting them together.

I silently squealed in delight, jumping into the elevator. I went down and pulled out my scimitar, walking around to guard the tower. I turned around once, and shouted.

At least fifty mutants were coming towards me. This isn't a challenge, is it? Maybe I shouldn't have done anything to attract them...

I took on my fighting pose, with my scimitar in front of me. I'm not gone let these damn mutants ruin their night.

I ran towards the mutants, barely aware of my no-armor condition. I was slashing her and there, until I tripped due to a stinging pain in my leg. I immediately created an ice dome out of instinct. I raised my head to see my right foot missing. The mutant ate my leg. I screamed in pain, and linked the nearest Wielder.

"Help!!

Perth

We stood in the tower in silence, quietly cherishing the moment. I never expected to end up with him. Of all people...

All of a sudden, a voice echoed within my mind. It sounded like...

Sonya.

"D-Did you hear t-that, Perth?" asked Calum. I nodded my head.

"You heard it, as well? That's... quite surprising."

"I did.."

My mouth fell open. He heard it. The distress call. He inhaled the gas...

"Cal, we need to help her."

He nodded almost immediately. "Of course we will. She's the reason I saw her again, Perth."

I smiled at him, knowing that he cares about me and Sonya.

"Perth, grab my hand. We'll teleport to her."

I took his hand. In a flash, we appeared to where Sonya was.

Sonya

All I felt was pain. Pain in my leg, to be specific. A FRICKING mutant ate it. How, in the entirety of this whole world, would it not hurt?

My dome was breaking. "S-So... this is h-how I will d-die, is it not? Without a foot?" I asked to the mutant pounding on the ice. He growled and pounded even harder.

I looked around. My scimitar was gone. I had no weapon besides my power, but I was too weak to even raise my hand longer than a minute. In the corner of my eye, I saw the familiar blonde hair of Perth, and the tall figure of Calum standing beside her. Darkness begged me to join him.

I let out a shriek as pain shook my bones. The mutant, with on last pound, broke the last bit of ice that separated his snarling jaws from my body. I let the darkness claim me, for I had a suspicion that this would be my end.

Or... was it?

Perth

"S-Sonya! Wake up!" I screamed. I felt Calum face-palm beside me.

"Perth, she's blacked out. You can't wake her up."

I was shaking her to wake her up, but he obviously had a point. I couldn't wake her.

"Cal, can you take us three somewhere hidden?"

He nodded with a slight smile. "I may just know the right place."

He took my hand. In the blink of an eye, we were staring into the dark of a long, unlit corridor.

"This," Calum gestured to the creepy darkness and the eerie silence, "-is the Catacombs of Paris. It's believed that once you light a candle or a match at 12 midnight in this very corridor, the match will go out and you will hear a laugh of a woman spread throughout the walls. It's haunted."

Once he said the word 'haunted', I felt a shiver spread throughout my spine and towards my arms and legs.

"C-Cal, I d-don't think this is a g-good place for S-Sonya," I said, my voice quivering at the eerie silence of the corridor.

I gave him a stern reason to get us out of the catacombs. Suddenly, I felt a tapping on my nose.

"Aww, someone's a scaredy-cat!" Calum teased.

"P-Please.. I-I'm really s-scared.. S-Someone c-could just g-grab me and m-murder me!!"

I felt the tears trickling down my face. Calum smiled sympathetically, scooted over to me, and wiped away my tears.

"Perth Australia, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to make you cry, but I promise on the Gods, I won't let anything touch nor hurt you."

He kissed my forehead and squeezed my cheek to make me smile.

Dyorene

Me and my demon-dog Anya were heading on our way to France, Paris. "France." I mumbled. "It's going to be hard, especially since the memories I had about 7 years ago." I continued.

I tried desperately not to recall the painful times. The ones with my dad.

"The Canadian Ambassador for the Canadian Embassy in France.." Again, I tried my best no to think about it, so instead I thought about the distance me and Anya we're going to have to cross. Going through the shadows of the road.

I'm pretty sure we were in Germany. Somewhere called 'The Black Forest', to be specific. People told stories about a tall, skinny man with no face that haunts anyone who entered. It creeped me out, so we immediately exited the forest. We headed to Belgium.

Suddenly, I bumped into someone. Frankly, a friend.

"Sydney?"

Out of all the things she could've rode, she rode a mix of a demon and a giraffe. A demon goraffe, she called it. Wait.. wha? Tch, nevermind.

"What, in the entirety of this world, is that, Dyorene?!"

"What is that, then, Sydney?" I retorted. A flash of anger seemed to cross her face for a second, replaced by a look of mock sarcasm.

She crossed her arms. "Touché, friend." She replied.

"Anyway," I looked behind me for a minute, "-I'm on my way to the others, wanna come with?" I asked. She shook her head.

"No."

Classic Sydney. Always procrastinating.

"You at least wanna get extra thick hot Belgium waffles? My treat," I said. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, before nodding with a look of delight.

We immediately headed to the nearest waffle stall.

(A/N: Gomennasai for the short chapter. Promise, it'll be longer next time.)