*Rattatatatata*
*Rattatatatata*
Timothy fired rounds of bullets into the waves of felines that were walking around him.
Eventually he also got the title,
"Hahaha, finally. Then I guess I don't need this tray again." Timothy heard Charles say as he floated in the air.
Boom!!
"Finally, I'm not restricted to the ground. Hahaha." Alex shot up and stayed there this time, the feline blood soaking him made him look like a demon from the legends as he laughed his heart out, the red and golden streaks of lightning in the NIGHT sky solidifying the notion.
[ 00:07:04]
Timothy looked at the time and decided to call it a night.
Teleporting to a few dry bloodless patches of grass since he didn't want to stain his sweater with blood, something he had been successful with so far, he forgot the most important rule of the trial.
Don't use your magical energy unless you want to die.
*Reeeoww*
"Aaaaaa, my arm." An orange cat launched itself at his right arm, claws and 30+ plus teeth tearing through his flesh.
Quickly he teleported away, landing back first into a puddle of blood.
*Reeeoww*
More and more felines kept attacking him, finding him as an easier target as compared to the two floating maniacs who had each slaughtered at least a 1000 of their kin.
"Daaaad, Chaaaarles, heeeelppp."
Feeling that the felines attacking them had reduced drastically in number, the two were already on high alert and so when Timothy's scream tore through the chaos of roars, growls and purrs, they moved into action.
"Sonnnn, where are you." A panicking Alex shouted.
Timothy merely screamed in response as the felines had their way with his back, since he had curled up into a ball.
Locating him, Alex activated his new skill [AIR WALK] above his current location in the air.
Kicking off the platform he was on, he turned his body upside down, his feet touching the new platform as he shot to the ground like a missile.
"GET YOUR FILTHY CLAWS OFF MY SON!"
With his fist outstretched and his eye glowing redder than usual, he coiled his arm, supercharging his fist with BERSERK strength, the clump of felines with Timothy as its core drawing nearer as he approached the ground with speed.
Boom!!
A deep crater was formed, fortunately not where he aimed for otherwise it would have been filled with Tim and the felines mangled corpses.
"Yo, Alex chill. That could have killed Tim", a worried young master said, relieved that he had used TELEKINESIS to push away Alex's fist at the last moment.
"HOW DARE YOU RUDY. Do you want the felines to kill Tim, huh. Do you want me to feel the pain of losing someone, is that it, you sick orphan."
An enraged Alex bellowed, accidentally saying something he shouldn't have.
"Whoa whoa Alex cool dow-, wait what did you call me?" The young master said, the usual playful tone he had no longer present, his face dead serious.
"Aaaaaa. Help me, please." Timothy's pained wail broke Alex out of his anger as he looked to the young master for help.
Without removing his eyes from Alex, the young master made multiple felines float before crashing into the ground, breaking their bones. As soon as Timothy got a clear line of sight, he teleported away from the mass of writhing felines, catching his breath.
Alex jumped down from his newly constructed [AIR WALK] platform, descending into the mass with force and forming another crater, this time with mangled corpses.
[DING! CONGRATULATIONS ON SURVIVING THE SECOND TRIAL ], a message appeared in front of all the survivors, but it was quickly ignored by the trio.
"Ugh Dad help. It hurts it hurts. Everywhere hurts." The mangled up piece of flesh which was Timothy choked on his words.
Before Alex could reach his son, the young master carried him with TELEKINESIS and made him float near him.
"YOUNG MASTER what are you doing. Timothy will die if we don't get him to a hospital."
"What. Did. You. Call. Me." A dead serious young master said, unwavering even as Timothy's groans and complaints reached his ears.
"Young master, I'm sorry for calling you a sick orphan, I was angry about the thought of losing him, but please take it out on me. Timothy needs a hospital, he'll die if we waste any more time." Alex pleaded, his eye losing its red glow since he knew that his enhanced strength and speed were useless in this situation.
"No no not that. You called me Rudy. HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME IS RUDY."
The young master, –Rudy asked, dangling about Timothy's body as a threat.
"I used to work with your father, well for him actually. He just stopped coming to work one day, but I never heard of his passing. You were all he used to talk about whenever I went to his office. I'm sorry for your loss." Alex confessed, eyes following his son's swaying frame.
"You know that doesn't explain anything. How do you know who my father is, or do you Tim to bleed to death before you stop playing games with me." Rudy threatened.
"Uhm, Rudy. When you took me to your safe floor I saw his picture beside the urn on the coffin."
"Oh, my bad. I forgot you've been there. Let's just call it even, for the hurtful things you said earlier, okay." Rudy proposed, his default smiling face and joking voice returned, washing away the previous expression.
"S -Sure Rudy. Just put Timothy down so that we can send him to a hospital."
"Eh. But doesn't he have HEAL, can't he just heal his own injuries. Also, call me young master. Rudy brings back some unpleasant memories." Rudy requested after asking about Timothy's Charity- given special skill.
"No. For some reason he can't heal himself. He scratched an old sore open to try it out." Alex answered.
'Skill issue'. "Anyway I don't think a hospital will be of much help", Rudy said before tapping on the earbud in his right ear. "Astra, search for the nearest person who has shown signs of having the skill, HEAL."
"Okay, young master."