- THEY ARE COMING
the red tore
The Mouth of Hell
A metallic howl rumbled in our ears, and black threads shot out everywhere, intertwining and whipping.
- IN TRAINING, ordered Asmara
They detach from their support and dive head first into the reddish abyss
- Wait….. Wait Wait… How do I do it, struggling with my boots
- Seriously? Figure it out yourself, Asmara whispered.
I really want to participate, I was touching all the buttons on my wetsuit hoping that one of them would release me, one leg came off but slipped, my balance was broken and I ended up in free fall dragging the board still attached to my other leg into my yard.
- HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
- BUT, it's not possible, yelled angrily, grabbing me by the harness, with a brutal gesture, and throwing me against a metal door, breaking the board to which I was still attached
- Hold on, "boss"
- M-
I wanted to explain, but a rumble cut me off.
The red grew around us, gradually erasing this peaceful pink.
And from the mouth of hell
Silhouettes on the way out
Sharp, twisted, half-human shadows, their faces changing into a mask of pain, these are the donkey souls, those who questioned our mother and ventured into the sea of emotions.
Their eyes… Two luminous slits, staring at each of us, or rather omega, who was charging at full speed towards them.
- Hostile shadows approaching, Asmara announced, rule: none shall survive, none
- Well received
Lorna raised her arms, making a large glowing bow appear, and with her fingers she shot two arrows.
A white beam cut through the mist, skewering three shadows in the process.
Vegas slid immediately, blade outstretched, his aura gushing forth, softening that blood red for a moment, and he struck, with a diagonal blow, knocking three heads into the void, their bodies swelling and bursting into strings.
I was hanging on my door, abandoned where I had been stuck.
I saw these strings rising, step by step, it did not disappear, it accumulated and began to surround us little by little and became almost a tide,
- It's normal, the strings are sticking back together, I whispered.
- What did you say? Asmara yelled.
- The strings are sticking back together, IT IS STICKING BACK TOGETHER, I shouted, my voice trembling.
- No. 1, take your weapon, Asmara yelled, realizing what was happening.
My fingers slid over my waist, without taking my eyes off the strings, I ended up grabbing my sleeve, it seemed so heavy, I pulled it off and activated it
- HAAAAA
A jet of light shot out, snatching it from my hands.
- Shit
The fragments were already forming, developing a hand, which was getting dangerously close to my head.
BAM!
A tire explodes
Fear still held his smoking cannon
- MOVE, and go get your sleeve, cried fear
The fight becomes chaos
Anger pounded the strings of his hammer, each blow sending out a shockwave capable of splitting the air, propelling my handle even further.
Sadness took care of the shadows that came out en masse alone, his bow making the task easier, his arrows sending back some shadows and propelling others so far that their string had difficulty going back up.
Asmara…..she was everywhere, her orders were absolute, like her double blade, formidable, sharp as scissors, she let nothing pass.
And me….
I was crawling or even swimming in the void to catch my sleeve which was constantly being propelled, I was even less incapable of stabilizing myself and was carried away like a leaf, spinning on myself
- Stop moving, damn sleeve, I muttered to myself.
BOOM! BOOM BOOM
A crash erupted, sweeping Lorna through the debris, a shadow burst from the crack, colossal, it was already surrounding us, and blew us away with a gesture, bursting the formation, its aura sucking all the little strings around, like a magnet, making it grow, grow, grow
- BACK UP, BACK UP, BACK UP, ordered Asmara, her head bleeding.
His order snapped
The whole squad jumps
Except…. Except me…. Facing the creature
At least the shock had brought me closer to my handle
But what use was it to me now?