I dragged Event Horizon along with me, making sure not to wake her. The softness and lightness of the cocoon Kumo made meant I could easily drag her along without waking her up at all. I actually tied some around myself, freeing up my hands as I dragged her along the multiple hallways that were separated by doors.
The trip was quiet this time. Sacrifice was concentrated, and so was I. Taker had to die; this was an unspoken agreement. Anything after that was not meaningful at all. I didn’t care about the promise right now. We might not live through this.
My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar face. A face I saw many times, smiling behind the surgeon’s mask as he jabbed me with the needle.
“Druggie!” yelled Sacrifice, serene.
This was unusual, seeing her so calm, so concentrated. The current look she gave made every action she took before look exaggerated, as if every act was part of a theatrical play. Druggie looked at her, his eyes declaring nothing but fury. Four syringes, one between each finger of his right hand, each a different colour. I gulped a little.
He took the green one between his pinky and his ring finger, and stuck it into his neck, walking towards us. I moved back and Sacrifice walked a little forwards.
Druggie forced it into his veins, taking the red one that was between his ring and middle fingers as he discarded the now empty syringe he used to the side. Sacrifice sped up to a sprint, and so did Druggie. They met in the middle of the hallway.
The sound of the impact was intense. Wind blew me off my feet.
Sacrifice was lucky to be partially in blood from her frequent skirmishes. She was red and bloodied, standing there as dust blew past her.
Druggie injected both the yellow and blue formulae that remained into his neck at the same time.
“Sacrifice,” he said. “You’ll pay.”
Sacrifice looked almost confused as she suddenly shot down the hallway at blinding speed, missing me by inches.
The crashing noise confirmed that she was smashed through a wall somewhere behind me. I turned around to see Druggie there already, moving faster than I could see. He was holding Sacrifice by the ankles, hammering her body against the pillars. One by one, each broke with the force of the impact as her flesh connected with stone.
“I figured cutting and stabbing and drugging you wouldn’t work at all, you bitch.”
He used her limp body to crater the marble floor with a downward swing, still holding her by the ankles. The pillars and floor were ruined.
“The fact you killed her disgusts me,” he said, tossing her into the ceiling. She fell down after a few seconds with no grace.
Druggie dashed to Sacrifice as she fell, punching her with incredible force.
“I’ll just fucking pummel you till you can’t get up, then I’ll take you to Dad.”
I was horrified, watching this. The whole time I was with Sacrifice she was more competent and anyone I knew, she was fast, powerful, intelligent. Right now, she’s being beaten half to death before my very eyes. She’s being overwhelmed.
Druggie grabbed the back of her head and brought it for a knee to the face. It sounded painful from where I was.
The beating continued, her body covered in bruises. Druggie avoided attacking the bruises, as they seemed to form an impromptu armour on her body.
After one minute, Sacrifice got the first decent hit in. Druggie mistimed a kick and sacrifice was able to strike his leg with her right arm. I noticed that her wrist was broken. She must be in complete agony.
Druggie lost balance and hopped back, but sacrifice followed up with another hit, this time to the temple. He tumbled to his side as he dashed an impossible distance for any human.
“What? Going into withdrawal?” chuckled Sacrifice, her body visibly beaten. She’d die if her powers weren’t active, clearly.
Druggie was sweating. He charged again, a relentless assault, unending and unreadable to me. Punches, kicks, elbows, knees. The only moves I was able to see were the grabs and throws, and just barely.
Finally, he stopped. He tossed her hard into the cracked and broken marble floor from a decent height. His clothes were worn out, frayed at the ends. His face mask was gone, his hair a mess.
He grabbed Sacrifice by the ankles and looked at me. I was too terrified to refuse.
I followed him down the hallway, keeping back to make sure I didn’t let Sacrifice into my range. If I shut her powers off, I’d kill her.
Her hand twitched.
“Boy. You take her,” he said, pointing at me as Sacrifice slowly moved her arm to his right leg.
“I have Event Horizon, I can’t take her,” I stalled, glancing as she moved her arm to his ankle. He stared at me intensely, making me look back at him, holding my hands in the air in submission.
Sacrifice crushed his ankle as I stared him in the eyes. His scream was blood-curdling.
She got up, showing me that her bones had healed. Unfortunately, nearly every bone broke, and many healed while they were in the wrong place. Her legs were bow shaped, her ribs and hands has stray bones sticking out, her jaw was misplaced. She was black and blue and yellow from head to toe, and her left foot was bent into a fist.
She stood, twisted and malformed, almost grinning as three teeth fell out.
“I eedig,” she said, unable to speak properly. “You ose.”
Blood sprayed me and Event Horizon as Druggie was beaten to a pulp against the marble floor of the hallway.
Sacrifice spent an hour breaking herself, putting everything back to where it should be. I took the time to vomit behind one of the few remaining pillars as she did so, somewhat horrified at the sound.
I finally looked at her when she was done, and she looked human again.
“So,” I began, “Why the wait?”
“Waiting for his drugs to wear off,” she said, holding a bit of foot in the air. “He nearly knocked me out, I just came back at the right time.”
She got up and we continued out trek to the throne room.
The doors to the throne room were large and wooden in texture, but solid metal from how they felt. Sacrifice pushed them with all her might, and fell over to her knees as the doors finally gave way.
I checked to see if she was okay, and I saw the worst situation possible as I glanced into the room.
Taker sat at a round table before the throne. The King sat at his throne, a spear protruding from his head, a flow of blood dripped off the end of the spear and his wide eyes stared at nothing. The crown was in Fractal’s hands as he stood behind Taker.
“Good to see you could make it,” said Taker softly as the crown was placed on his head. “Long live the king.”
I turned to look at Sacrifice, and I saw it.
I saw despair.