Twisted Reality AU

Chapter 7

Warning: Violence and Gore!

This Chapter has been Re-edited on 4/15/21
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"One hour! We barely have over an hour!" Alex yelled through the hallways, people bustling in and out for their weapons and components. He slipped on his robe, which seemed to look a twinge grayer, and slid on his lovely knee-high boots. Quickly fixing up his hair in one of the mirrors decorated around the mansion, he felt ready. Hopefully, his lack of sleep won't affect him today. Still no ships in view through the window, just the sun rising through the horizon. Yet, it looked grayer than its usual vibrant colors to him.

...And the Quillans. Just a few, not as much as the past couple days parked at Artime's lawn. "They've been warned,"  Alex muttered. After a couple of minutes, he made his way outside, his hands holding a bag. The few waiting around sprung up towards him, immediately pleading. Alex looked at the group of them, noticing Cole in the background with his hands folded. The head mage smiled and handed the closest Quillan the bag. "Here, some edible paint!"

The Quillans looked at him in confusion. "What?" one of them asked. "What do we do with these?"

"That's up to you dears," He held his smile. "Just some old paint I can't use anymore so why not give it to you desperate Quillens." The Quillen raised his eyebrow and looked at his fellow peers.

"This is edible?" One said. Alex smiled once more and nodded.

"Yes, go ahead and take it back to Quill," Alex said. He waited, but the Quillan's didn't move, as if expecting something more. "Now, Get. Off. My. Property. Unless you'd like me to end your issues now."

Cole widened his eyes at Alex. "Is this Aaron?" He asked.  Few of the Quillan's had already left the premises while the other two hung by Cole. "Alex wouldn't have denied helping Quill, I'm sure of it...and neither would he threaten us."

"Are you associating me with that coward?" Alex stepped forward. "And didn't I say to get off my property? You ignored my last warning, accused me as my pathetic brother, and yet still have the audacity to stay here." Out of his pockets, he pulled out his lovely charm of a silver dagger. Cole stepped back, the two men behind him following. "You know, I wouldn't mind some more practice."

"Your Physco. . ." Cole whispered, slowly stepping back. Alex grinned and held up his dagger, a twinkle in his eye.

"I prefer the term, Creative."

. . .

"Oh," Sky said, almost in a whisper, gloss in her eyes. "So that's what happened with Quill..." In Samheed's room stood the three, sitting by the rubble which was once a loyal blackboard. "I'm guessing Alex knows you're free now, Samheed."

"We have less than half an hour, what should we do? This is a prime opportunity." Lani asked. It was scary that they were plotting against their own dear friend. "I do know we have to take his weapons from him, but he's not going to just hand them over."

"That's true, so we'll have to forcefully take them from him," Samheed said, uneasily. "We could take them while he's asleep."

"Well, we're in War right now. Al isn't going to bed anytime soon." Sky added. She sighed and looked at everyone. "I really hate that we have to do this." Lani gave a short smile in reassurance.

"We'll get him back. Don't worry," said Lani. She leaned back and looked at her spells. "Is there anything we could do to...knock him...out?"

"Sleep darts perhaps?" suggested Samheed. "I mean, I don't think we have any but Eagala may bring some."

"Alright. That should work. Sky and I can go look for one during the fight. Samheed, you should look for Alex. We should get Florence and Simber to know as well." Lani said.