Runner 4

Mr. Watson and Marcel stood still, not daring to move as they watched Ryo lay on the bed, his feet crossed as he looked at them. The two wooden planks of the tavern stretched out from the ground.

"Sit, I won't ask twice," Ryo said, staring at them with glee as they slowly walked into the room.

Marcel and Mr. Watson started to take small steps into the room, small drops of sweating drooping down from their forehead as they walked to Ryo.

Ryo motioned them to two chairs in the corner, with the Prok's in the corner of the room grabbing the chairs. The chair glided over the floor as the Prok's dropped the chair in front of Ryo.

Marcel and Mr. Watson gulped as they slowly took a seat, their eyes not leaving the children's site as Ryo looked at them.

"So, my associate was attacked by you all, poor dude lost his arm, and there was lots of collateral so the media was on our asses a-"

"Cut to the chase," Mr. Watson said, cutting off Ryo.

"Yknow what I want,"

"It's not here,"

Stop Lying,"

Ryo pulled himself closer to Mr. Watson, his legs suddenly lifted off the bed and tapped themselves onto the floor. Ryo looked at them closely, his eyes fixed on Mr. Watson and his body.

Mr. Watson took a deep breath in and kept his body straight, looking at Ryo as he was being examined.

Ryo motioned to the proks behind him, Marcel looked back and wondered if one of the proks looked familiar. A little too familiar. Marcel could not dwell on it too much because right now they were all in danger.

The Prok's searched the room, opening bathroom cabinets, and crashing inside glass windows. Any sign of the book as Marcel stared in the corner of his eye at the drawer containing the pouch with the book.

"Y'know, ever since the robots try to rebel and stuff and take political power, it's been hard for darks to control them, Prok's are a lot more useful, although you do have to give them a salary," Ryo said, shaking a bag of coins in his pocket.

The Prok's paid no attention to him as they kept searching the room. Ryo sighed as he lay on the bed, rolling around in the sheets as Mr. Watson and Marcel looked in confusion. They had realized that at this moment they could not do anything to Ryo. Ryo had an uncanny ability to take control of wood.

As Marcel and Mr. Watson sat silently one of the Prok's opened the cabinet containing the pouch.

As he picked it up the Prok slightly opened the pouch in which a bright beam of light blinded him. He quickly closed the book for the yellow light bounced off his eyes.

Ryo smiled as he grabbed the pouch from the Prok, the Prok started to rub his eyes as the other Prok stood still, handing a wet paper towel to his brethren.

Ryo grabbed the pouch and started to toss it in the air, glaring as he left it out of his palm and grabbed it back again.

"You do know I hate liars, people who lie really irk me," Ryo said, his normal comedic facade now was a cold exterior.

His eyes shot straight through Marcel as he felt the wooden oak planks below them start stretching out. It pulled up towards the back of marcels head as the wood turned into a sharp needle.

Mr. Watson coughed and suddenly the wooden needle reached his eye. Mr. Watson gulped as he faced the needle in front of him.

"Do not move, I want to make this enjoyable and it does not matter anyway this whole tavern is my area, the wood, the lights, I control it all, you will not be able to escape," Ryo said, his eyes as cold as ice.

Marcel didn't dare to twist or move his body because he knew he was right. This dude was in control and it was best not to make him mad.

Marcel knew if he fidgeted his body in any certain way he was going to be caught by Ryo so all he did was move his eyes around, trying to find a way to escape from this situation.

As Marcel's eyes bounced around the room he noticed Mr. Watson stressed under the situation.

Suddenly Marcel realized the predicament they were in, they were not in their domain. They were in his domain, this whole place was made of wood and at any moment they can die, one wrong slip up or maybe even a cough could mean death.

Marcel's face suddenly went dark, his eyes glowing with fear and Ryo laughed and pointed as Marcel stayed still. He looked down at the wooden planks and then he looked at the pouch containing the book.

"You've finally realized, you're stuck with me!" Ryo said grinning, Marcel's levels fo fear went up a hundredfold as Ryo stared him in the eye and he looked away. Then suddenly he went to sleep.

Suddenly Marcel was thrust back into the dark world. Back into his dreams. His head started to burst as he started to come in and out of the two worlds. From one point of view looking at Ryo and one facing the mirror of his dreams.

As the stars and comets floated through the sky marcel looked upwards, still stuck in the chair, shackles overtaking him again. Marcel screamed and grunted as he tried to push his hand away from the shackles but he suddenly realized he couldn't anymore. He was stuck.

Marcel looked downwards as he saw how deep the shackles were, he was being restrained to the bottom of the sand. His hands were stuck in a palm upwards position. Marcel looked around, looking for a way to escape but just in the real world he could not escape.

As Marcel struggled to try to take the shackles off, he laid his body down and faced the beautiful blue sky, the dark violet mixed into the blue and the black of the night, the white stars glistening above the world.

As Marcel looked above, he rested his eyes, and white strands of hair went over his face. As Marcel kept looking upwards, a small light floated in front of him. Its wings stretched across the horizon, its face only white light with tints of yellow.

"What are you," Marcel said, his lips cracking and dry.

"You're savior," The angel said, stretching it's out towards Marcel.

Marcel's shackles were suddenly gone as his hands reached out towards the angel, his lips full and his hair long and stretching out towards the sand below. As he touched the angel's hand its beauty infected Marcel.

Marcel looked at castles in a vast distance as he rested by a tree. The angel was by his side as he watched the yellow sun release the rays of light and happiness onto its kingdom below.

Marcel slept in the real world, the hours in the dream world, and seconds in the real world. Ryo put his finger up and flicked his forehead, trying to get a reaction out of Marcel but nothing came out of it.

Marcel felt a flick on his forehead in his dream world. He still kept laying down, waiting, for a monster to come, or a nightmare to overtake him, but it never came.

Marcel stretched out his hands as the angel put its hand on his shoulder.

Tears came out of his eyes as he watched.

"I am no longer a prisoner," Marcel exclaimed, his lips forming a smile.

Marcel's body woke up in the real world grinning looking at Ryo, his eyes turning into a sight of yellow, his hair turning bright white.

"I am Free," Marcel exclaimed and suddenly the angel slowly started to fade away.

Marcel's body flowed through a distinct aura of systemo as Ryo held his hand out, ready to kill the children. Tough Marcel looked upwards towards Ryo watching him gleefully.

Tough, it wasn't truly Marcel, it was something different. An Aura of systemo invaded the place, breaking all the systemo in the room.

Marcel was no longer in control, and the angel smiled as he looked at Marcel in the dream world, fading away leaving him to be by himself.

Ryo moved back suddenly to see the pouch slipping out of his hand, and into Marcel's lap and the wood surrounding the children suddenly broken.

The being inside Marcel's body chuckled as he stared at Ryo. His white hair was bright enough for the room to see.

"So you had finally revealed yourself," Ryo exclaimed, his body jittering and shaking in excitement.

The being opened his eyes revealing pure yellow eyes.

Ryo suddenly grabbed a 3 feet tall earthly branch in his hand. As he gushed in front of this being.

"The Prince."