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p Part 28

Wild thought about killing Kohga.

He could do it so easily too. The man was unconscious. He was unarmed. Nobody in the world would blame Wild if he took the sword, press the tip against Kohga's back and let it sink in. Twilight did say the royal family would most likely wipe away any charges against him. Wild would probably be rewarded for ridding the world of such scum. How many other lives did Kohga ruin? How many were dead because of him?

Wild took a step towards Kohga, his hold on the sword tightening. It would be quick and painless. A much better end than this bastard deserved.

A hand grasped Wild's wrist. He stopped and turned to see Twilight reaching out to him. The grip was weak and after a moment, Twilight's fingers fell away.

"We... need... to... go..." He said.

Wild looked back at Kohga. It would take only a second. Take two steps forward, shove the sword in, step back. It would be so easy, so fast.

Charles bent down to help Twilight stand. He slung Twilight's arm over his shoulder, placed a careful hand on his torso. He whispered, "On three, okay? One, two, three-!" He stood, pulling Twilight up onto his feet.

Twilight cried out. His knees buckled underneath him, nearly toppling them both over. Wild gasped at the sight and rushed over to help them.

"I got him, I got him..." said Charles, re-positioning Twilight to hold him better. Twilight was like a newly born foal, still learning how to stand. It took him a couple of tries to find his balance, leaning on Charles heavily. "Um... in my pocket is my cell phone. You can use it to call your Hero friends."

Wild retrieved his phone. He unlocked it and asked Twilight, "What are the Heroes' phone numbers? Twi? Hey."

Twilight was not in a good position. Sweat poured down his face. His eyes struggled to stay open. Wild pressed the back of his hand against Twilight's forehead and grimaced when he found it burning hot. "Geeze, Twi... I know you're hurting right now, but can you tell me one of the Hero's numbers? Twi...?"

"Four..." Twilight said slowly. "Six... six... no... that's... wrong... four... four... uh..."

Wild smiled sadly. "It's okay," he said. He dialed in for emergency services instead. "I got this."

With Charles' help they confirmed their position to the person on the other line. A call would be sent to the closest Hero and hopefully they would be there soon. Wild gave Charles back his phone and walked over to the door. "Right. What happens once we're outside?"

"Once you open that door, we're going left," said Charles. "There's a couple of turns, then we can get to a flight of stairs. We can follow that to the outside. We may have to hide. The parking lot is well lit and a lot of guys hang out there to smoke. If there's no one, we can get to the fence, climb over and go."

"Right," Wild said. He took a breath. Good god, was he really going to do this? His heart was pounding in his chest. Up until a few hours ago he was just a college student. His biggest worries was homework and whether or not the newbies at the coffee shop cleaned his machines correctly. Now he's neck deep in enemy territory, holding a sword of destiny, and any wrong move could lead to horrible, violent death. "Right..."

He opened the door slowly. He peered out. No one on the left. No one on the right. He opened the door wider, gesturing Charles to go.

Charles half-carried, half-dragged Twilight out into the hallway. Wild moved to follow.

He paused. Looked back. He stared at Kohga's form on the floor for a long second, then stepped out, closing the door behind him.