6 Chapter Six- 'Found'

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>Escape!<

>Your enemies have found your hiding place, soon they will find your 'sister' and use her to lure you in. Escape with you life.<

> Rewards: Your life, one instant level up (skill)<

>Bonus for escaping with your 'sister': All rewards already mentioned, 5 stat points, Map feature<

Carver glanced at his swords, which now looked totally different, dramatic and evil looking, black with red highlights. He sheathed them, and started running up the stairs.

Thanks to his inhumane stats, he managed to get up to the surface and burst out the door untired

The gate was on fire, and people were screaming. A sensory overload hit him, his enhanced senses were not a help in this situation.

He tried to block out as much as possible as he ran to Vald's house. When he reached a man clad in full plate walked out with a burnt corpse hung over his shoulder.

The man glanced up at Carver and smiled, "There you are." He dropped the corpse, it landed face up and Carver could see it was Kira.

Anger started to build up in him, his protectiveness wiped away with cold loathing. Slowly he drew his swords out.

Taking his stance he let out a single sentence. "You will pay for her death with your own, even if it takes me a lifetime."

He lunged at the man, recklessly swinging with his swords. Right, left, right, down across, straight stab, lung, and in that final moment of consciousness before he was knocked over the head, the man who had only taken scratches on the armour, drew his sword.

......….

Carver blacked out, he hadn't been rational. Seeing his new sister dead, even if he had known her only for a short time, caused him an anger he didn't know was possible. 

Unlike when he usually blacks out, he was transported into an endless black space, a path red as blood was the only colour besides his softly glowing form.

Silently he walked along the path, it felt like felt under his feet. 

Wait, why is he not wearing shoes?

He looked at himself again, he was wearing a robe of white that had blood dripping from above. Touching his head and pulling his hand away, he was greeted with the sight of a hand covered in the life liquid.

He quickly panicked, ripping strips off the bottom of the robe and holding them to his head, the blood quickly blew through, it never stopped in intensity, even after he had stopped it with the entire robe.

Sitting on the carpet, rocking back and forth, surrounded by a bloody garment, and dripping blood from his head constantly, he tried zoning out everything, however little there was to zone out.

After an indeterminate amount of time the soft sound of someone approaching on the carpet started getting louder.

Finally they stopped. "So," came a male voice, "Why are you bleeding out naked on my carpet?"

Carver sat there, still in the ball, but no longer shaking.

"No response? Well, let's send you back then." The old man made a chanting noise, then Carver felt himself being dragged through a heavy curtain.

Looking up and opening his eyes he saw a scene of destruction. The town in burned out ruins surrounded him.

He was wearing a very different outfit than what he was wearing before. Black shoes, jeans, and shirt, as well as red socks and fingerless gloves.

On his sides his swords where strapped. Surrounding him was a pool of his own blood.

Looking around he found his sister's burned body. He silently knelt beside her and carefully removed her chain necklace.

Placing it carefully around his own neck he silently made a vow.

'The one who hurt her will pay with their life, if I have to train for years, so be it. They will slowly become mincemeat at my hands, before burning in whatever pit of hell they go to for killing all these innocent people.'

He spent the rest of the day burying all the bodies he could find, marking their graves just beyond the town walls.

He sat one last time infront of the graves before starting his treck to the city.