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A Personal Hell for A Winged Killer (Draft 1)

This has now become the rough draft of a new novel I intend to submit into the spirity awards of 2023. After a lot of thinking upon the idea, I’ve come to the conclusion that my alterations to the story would be so great that I should start from scratch, and the decision has been very helpful for me, allowing me to take time to look into how my story could be deserving of the eyes of readers like you and allowing me to make myself more proud of my work. A lot of aspects such as characters and powers will remain the same, but the core of the story itself will be crucially altered, adding even more mystery and building upon the world that I’ve been creating over the past 3-4 years much better than I have been. I would like to thank everyone for their support over the time since I typed my first rendition of A Personal Hell for A Winged Killer and I hope that you’ll follow the story again a year from now under a new name(Undecided). My journey as a guy who just writes for fun to someone who’s become dedicated to the story and characters I’ve imagined wouldn’t be the same without you, so once again, I thank you and hope you enjoyed your stay. This story will remain on pause until I decide what to do with it. I was thinking of making this an alternate side story for what I intend to replace it with or to just continue to use it for reference as the new story evolves and learns from its original. To contact me, for any reason, I leave some outlets: Twitter: @mrgoodeygoody Discord Server: https://discord.gg/UPwUE8y9 ——————————————————————————— ***Warning*** This novel has vivid depictions of mental illness, sexuality, and death. Reader Discretion is Advised before reading further into the novel.

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50 Chs

Dead Capital

After gathering supplies for the mission, Tip stationed himself atop the school roof, scouting out the area. His voice rang through the ears of those roaming the streets, in search of remaining Warbeasts.

[Warbeast spotted: 39 meters east from location]

The announcement reached Chance who had already entered the city streets, and he started heading to the Warbeast. Cautious, Chance remained aware of his surroundings, the unpredictable nature of the beasts proving to be an ever-looming threat.

"Can I get an identification on the Warbeast before I get too close to this thing?"

[Identify: Eastern Jumper. Sex: Male]

Chance turned the corner, catching sight of the jumper as it stood there, looking around as if confused. Chance approached slowly but still caught its attention.

'The Eastern Jumper stands at around 10-feet tall with a very muscular physique, contrary to females of the same species. Although they are a lot slower than females, their power is devastating and could easily shatter my protective barrier.'

Chance second-guessed approaching any further, but the Jumper approached him instead, appearing in an instant before him. It continued to silently loom over him, observing him thoroughly as Chance observed it.

Frightened, Chance mustered the courage to reach for his earpiece, calling in the attention of those also searching on the ground with him.

"T-There's something wrong here."

Dola approached behind Chance as he continued to speak, her eyes daring the Warbeast to attack, but it made no attempt, continuing to inspect Chance's form.

"He--he's not hostile toward me..."

The Jumper inspected Chance but maintained a distance. It made a low, clicking sound that rang through the ears of Chance and Dola, vibrating their eardrums and disorienting them through their invisible barrier.

As Chance's guard tightened, Dola reassured him, patting him on the shoulder.

"It's alerting its companions."

Dola stood as they appeared instantaneously in front of Chance. Seven Jumpers stood in front of the both of them, clicking amongst themselves as the two of them stood there silently. They tried their best not to trigger the Warbeasts and, instead, maintained a safe distance from them.

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"Wow! They're even cooler in person! But why did they attack earlier?"

The Jumpers dodged Kem's advancements but remained docile toward him, leaning their heads closer to Kem and inspecting him thoroughly.

"Maybe something forced them to be hostile before. Jumpers are probably the most docile Warbeasts in eastern district."

They all surrounded Kem now, and his arms shook with excitement, catching their attention.

"I want to keep them!"

The Warbeasts made contact with Kem's skin, gently rubbing against it. Chance's tension eased a bit, giving him a bit more confidence in his trek forward.

"You've always liked Warbeasts, huh?"

"Hell yeah!"

Kem continued to play with the Warbeasts as Nifla walked toward the crowd. Her presence seemed to irritate the Warbeasts, chirping and clicking more toward Nifla.

"What's happening?"

Dola backed away, and Nifla stayed silent for a while until finally chirping back at the Jumpers. Kem jumped in excitement as they stood around Nifla, the clicking she made nearly identical to that of the Jumpers themselves.

"Woah! I didn't know you could talk to these things Nifla!"

Kem's jittering intensified. Chance walked a little closer to Nifla but maintained distance from the Warbeasts, and Kem continued to inspect one of the male Jumpers while the others encircled Nifla.

As Kem was jumping up and down repeatedly, Dola spoke with her powerful voice.

"It's probably because they have similar abilities."

"I don't think that's how it works. Just because they both can teleport, doesn't make her capable of talking to animals."

They stopped chirping and disappeared as fast as they'd appeared. Kem shot toward Nifla.

"So, what'd they say?!"

Nifla was silent for a bit, and Bo walked toward them while Tip remained on the roof, keeping surveillance.

"They said they don't remember attacking anyone and that they'd woken up in the middle of the streets without anyone around."

Dola looked extremely confused by what Nifla said and sat on a bench nearby.

"Then how do we explain what they did then? We're not getting anywhere with this."

Chance approached Nifla.

"Did you ask them anything else?"

"Yes. About the people."

"I'm guessing since they aren't coming back that it's not a very happy answer."

Nifla nodded, and Bo walked closer to Nifla, bat in hand.

"We need to go. The mission has a very tight time restraint."

"Right."

Nifla and Bo left while the others continued their investigation. The Social School had been completely deserted. Not even a sign that anyone had been there to begin with remained, and the city… The only remaining evidence that people were there was trash that flew about the streets, carried by the wind. Cars stood in the middle of the roads, some open and some closed.