The trip made me feel miserable. The drugs took their sweet time wearing off, and during the whole time they did I had to sit there, looking at the Hunting Party. Bloodwitch, Sacrifice, Jawbreaker and Ellen were the only ones in the van with me.
Bloodwitch was in the back, leaning over into the passenger seat. Sacrifice was busy reading a book, occasionally glancing at me, to see If I was trying anything funny. Jawbreaker was driving, and Ellen sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window.
I had to do something. I thought about my powers. I took my sweet time and read up on their powers whenever I could. I read everything I could about them. The NHN Database, fan forums, Wikis and everywhere else. I was convinced I could beat them.
Honestly, I was a fool. I was younger and weaker than all of them except Bloodwitch and Ellen, and I didn’t want to fight Ellen at all.
The bleeding stopped a while ago, and I’d wiped everything off my face with the sleeve of my suit. My helmet and my Shield lay next to me, freely sliding along the floor of the van as it took turn after turn.
A faint whizzing sound filled the air, distracting us all.
“Everyone get down!” yelled Jawbreaker, Swerving the van.
A bullet penetrated the front window explosively. Sacrifice toppled over, the shot just missing her. When the van landed on its side and skidded uncomfortably along the road, stopping after several long seconds.
Sacrifice picked herself up first, along with Ellen.
“Wow, you look great up there,” she laughed at me as I dangled from the side of the van in my bindings. “A chandelier.”
“Let me down,” I said sternly. She gave a look and I added “Please.”
“One second. Friends before foes,” she replied. “Jawbreaker, Bloodwitch!”
“JB is KO’d,” replied Bloodwitch, checking up on Jawbreaker. The airbags were deflating, slowly.
“Good, take this one down from here,” said Sacrifice as Ellen opened the door.
“Truama, dearie? You stay as a hostage. I’ll need you.”
Bloodwitch roughly unbound me and let me fall too the floor.
“Up,” she ordered. I got up quickly, grabbing my helmet and shield.
I looked around and the sun hurt. Another van was on the road, parked perfectly. The rest of the Hunting Party was here, I assumed.
Sacrifice was quick to action. “We have company, Guys! Get out!”
Fractal had already teleported Kumo, Glutton, Taker and Druggie out of the van, along with Event Horizon, who was in handcuffs. She caught a glimpse of me, and her face told me what I didn’t want to know.
She followed me and got caught. I turned away.
“Well, now we are all here,” began Sacrifice, “We should be taking cover, although it may not help at all.”
She turned to the tipped over van as another thud rumbled through it. A ball bearing less than a centimetre in diameter stopped inches away from her mask.
“Ryan, use your powers,” she ordered me. I didn’t comply.
“No,” I murmured, “I don’t ne-”
“Your friends will die here,” She interrupted as she turned her head.
She looked at me. She looked deep into me. The Ball bearing was so close. If only it started moving again.
“Start thinking, now!”
I hate her. I hate her so much it hurts. I hate how she’s using them; using me. Still, I have to do this.
“Fine,” I said. “It only attacked the van, and isn’t going for you.”
The ball bearing quickly darted towards me, striking my facemask that is attached to me helmet. I fell backwards, stumbling.
“Ryan, no!” shouted Event Horizon. Nobody else moved, not even Ellen.
“Sounds like its owner was mad at hearing that,” said Sacrifice. “You think its owner is hiding or nearby?”
I didn’t care, blood dripped from a shard of plastic in my cheek.
“Fuck, don’t as-”
Sacrifice ran over and kicked me in the stomach. “Answer me!” she shouted.
This was a game to her. Another way for her to assert her dominance. She knew exactly what was going on. I hate her so much.
“I think they are hiding or something!” I shouted in response to her interrogations.
“Good, good,” she replied, smiling.
I got up as she walked over to Event Horizon. The ball bearing floated aggressively between her and Sacrifice.
“You were the team leader for the Juniors, weren’t you,” she smiled, stroking EH’s hair back gently.
“I still am,” she replied. “Don’t touch me.”
“Lock that ball down.”
“Why should I?” asked Event Horizon with a smug but scared look.
“Well, if you don’t I’ll just give a pledge to Texas here and now, and in about two hour-”
Event Horizon reacted before she could finish.
“Okay!” she said, panicked at the thought of Sacrifice’s threat. “I’ll do it!”
The ball bearing stopped moving. Event Horizon winced a little. Sacrifice walked away, into the open.
“It’s pulling hard,” she complained.
“Suck it up, dearie,” smiled Sacrifice. She turned around to face us and yelled directly into the sky, arms outstretched and her body showing.
“Show yourself! You can do it!”
“We’ll fight honestly! Come on!”
Still no response. Event Horizon’s foot dragged a little along the ground, prompting Bloodwitch to snigger.
“Fractal, get everyone but the leader in the van and dri-” She was cut short with a loud fizzing sound behind her.
A young man with long, flowing golden hair stood right behind her, holding a motorcycle helmet in one hand with hos bike between his legs.
“I figured you’d have to show yourself if Event Horizon held onto your toy,” gloated Sacrifice. “Get lost or I’ll kill you.”
The young man smiled. Event Horizon dropped to her knees in exhaustion as the ball bearing she held with her power fell to the ground.
“Don’t expect the King’s guard to be so pathetic,” he smirked, sticking one hand into his pocket and placing his helmet on with the other.
Sacrifice was about to move, but Taker took control of the situation, much to my surprise.
“Sacrifice, don’t do that,” he pleaded gently. “It’s not fun that way.”
I looked at them and noticed that everyone was staring at Sacrifice, waiting. Were they judging her?
Even Ellen did so. I looked at Event Horizon as she groaned. Our assailant huffed.
“War is not fun. Protecting our King is a privilege.” he stated with pride.
“Fine,” said Sacrifice, after such a long stare down against what was the entirety of the Hunting Party. “We’ll do it the fun way.”
She turned around, bowing. “I bid you welcome, I am Sac-”
“Dear god woman! Put on some clothes!” Interrupted the man, shocked.
“Who the fuck are you anyway?” I finally asked, annoyed. Just fucking kill her, or get out the way and let somebody else kill her.
He gave pause and looked at me, glad to be distracted from Sacrifice’s bosom. Sacrifice gave me a nasty look.
“Why,” said the man in full theatrics. “I am a member of the king’s guard, Merly.”