Chapter 40: Woe, oh glorious one.
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{07:36 pm}
The music hummed in the building, pointlessly disturbed by teens moving around in their over-the-top outfits, some shaking their hips like wild beasts, perhaps unknowingly connecting with a nature that spoke of dancing as a preparation to mate.
But Ash, his eyes were staring at something else; or, in this case, someone.
Wednesday Addams.
Swaying and moving her arms dramatically, her eyes not even for a second turned away from his.
Ash didn't know what he felt, but there was something about the way she moved that seemed too appealing to be normal.
More like a peacock, how it would spread and show off its feathers to attract the opposite sex.
One second, he was staring at her dancing five feet away, then the next, she was tapping him on the shoulder from behind, causing him to glance back and lock eyes with hers once again.
His heart was skipping, making it hard for him to dance, so he simply didn't.
He just observed, watching her every movement, just like the rich when they admired art.
'Beautif…' he nearly thought, but she got too close.
So close that all his thoughts instantly vanished.
He nearly touched her; he almost laid his hands on her waist, but a sudden weight befell them, hands shaking in hesitation.
He was scared, perhaps frightened.
Maybe that's why he didn't see; maybe that's why he didn't notice.
That Wednesday saw everything.
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{ELSEWHERE}
"Did you get the nets?" The voice of an old woman cut through the air.
"Yes, my queen," a guard replied, eyes drifting, inwardly admiring the old woman's clothes, silver shining armour with a red cape that moved from her shoulders all the way to the floor. "The nets have been set."
He kneeled beside her, right to the left.
She kept quiet for a while; her eyes just stared at the gate she was standing next to, its yard covered in trees as if hidden and playing in sight.
"How many?" Her voice finally gained carriage, hinting at nothing but the authority it held.
"Seven died," the guard didn't need to hesitate, "The witch encountered some prophets on the way here."
"How many do we have left?"
"Eight."
Then, no one said anything for a while. The guard wouldn't dare even spare a whisper.
"Bring him."
And immediately after her command, a man wearing a blindfold appeared from nowhere.
He was dirty, kneeling right behind her, blood dripping from his head, changing his hair's colour to gain hints of red.
The guard didn't even move when this happened, or maybe he did; he just moved so fast that even light couldn't dare reflect him.
"This is him," the guard said, turning to the man who was now kneeling in pain beside him. "He can track anything."
"He is human."
"Correct," the guard answered. "But the boat guard's loyalty is far more quenching than their bloodlust. They wouldn't dare drink him."
Finally, the woman turned to him, walking toward the human and removing his blindfold in that instant.
Yet, the man didn't scream or move his head to her eyes.
He had struggled enough that many things would prove too ineffective to even cause him to shake.
"Your name?" the woman asked, eyes turning red as though the sight of his blood was causing an unpleasant thirst to take form in her throat.
The man looked up, hair nearly covering his eyes, beard so long its tips reached his neck.
"Rainbolt…" His voice came as a whisper, loud enough for only the queen and her guard to comprehend. "My… My name is Rainbolt."
She then moved forward, the armour beneath her feet causing clicks of metal meeting ground as she walked.
"Rainbolt," she said, bending just enough to still look down on him as though he were nothing but an insect, "find the Immortal."
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{ELSEWHERE} {07:40 pm}
"They couldn't even use real pig blood," Wednesday spat. The smile that was once on her face as she licked the blood instantly vanished.
Then she turned to the ceiling, eyes observing the sprinklers pouring showers of red paint, causing a commotion among the students who were once dancing in the center.
Their screams echoed, filling the room faster than they could sprint out.
But then her gaze shifted to the other side, not far from her, right near the spiked jars of juice.
It was Ash, but unlike the rest, who were crying and rushing for an escape, he was laughing, completely finished by the comedic ways his friend Eric was slipping and falling to the floor, face covered in terror.
Even though the paint was continuously spraying on him, he didn't seem to care in the slightest.
He just laughed, watching as the bystanders scrambled into chaos.
She didn't move, and her eyes didn't quiver; she just stared, completely fixed on his reaction to the sudden events.
But then suddenly, undisturbed, unpushed.
Her head lifted upward, eyes changing colour, vision shifting.
And when she looked down, when she returned her eyes to where they once were.
Her orbs nearly widened.
Because right there, in what looked like the wooden parts of the school.
It was Ash.
Completely naked, fully covered in blood.
Surrounded by what looked to be the remains of corpses.
But his lips, his expression.
He was smiling in laughter, completely frenzied by the events.
And even though some of the blood dripped down his face, even though it moved, making its way to his eyelids.
He still didn't blink.
He just let it touch him; he let the blood embrace his orbs.
Then, as if the blooded version of him could see her, Ash raised his hand and waved.
And her heart nearly skipped.
But just like that, the vision faded, and she was back to the chaos, back to the same building with mindless running teens, back to the same hall.
Yet, only this time, Ash was gone.
She couldn't see him; he was nowhere close.
And the only thing, the only word she could really utter, was a name.
His name.
"Asha."
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