part0031

Bless screamed in pain, staggering to the side and slashing out with her knife. Gordon twisted his body mid-air, and lashed out with his back legs, catching the crazy woman in her midriff and sending her stumbling back.

“It’s about time!” Sam exclaimed as Gordon landed before him. “That psycho was about to fucking castrate me!”

“I would think that gratitude would be the appropriate response in this situation,” Gordon replied, as Bless got back to her feet.

Her eyes were blazing with anger now, all trace of her earlier excitement now gone.

So, she liked dishing it out, but couldn’t take it. Typical, Sam thought as she ran at Gordon with a mad shriek.

The whip flashed out and Gordon dodged to one side, resulting in Sam taking the hit instead.

“What the fuck, dog? I thought you were here to save me!”

“I am, but I believe that I am already regretting that decision,” Gordon called back, disappearing for a moment and emerging from Bless’ shadow once again.

The woman had wised up to the attack, and slashed out with the blade in her right hand, cutting a bloody furrow across Gordon’s side and shaving off more than a fifth of his HP.

This isn’t looking too good, Sam thought as he watched his companion and the crazy torture lady fight. Gordon had come here to save him, but he may end up dead as well.

Gordon hopped back as the woman lashed out at him and landed with his back to Sam. He was panting heavily and his side was matted with blood.

“How you doing, buddy? You think you can win?” Sam asked, eyeing the crazy sadist nervously as she licked the blood off her knife and slowly walked forward.

“I do believe that we can win,” Gordon panted.

Sam was about to ask what he was talking about, when he caught a flicker of movement from the open door to his cell. A second later, Emma appeared, sword in hand and looking very pissed off.

Bless had only half turned when Emma’s sword whistled through the air, tracing four arcs of glowing yellow light. Bless froze, staring at Emma in horror, then blood sprayed from no less than five massive rents in her body and she fell to the ground as her HP bottomed out.

“Oh, thank God!” Sam cried out, feeling as though his heart were practically coming out of his chest.

Emma turned her gaze on him and the anger melted off her face, replaced by concern in an instant.

“Are you okay?” she asked, quickly walking over to him and looking him over.

“I’ve been better,” he joked, earning him a dead look from the girl.

“Fine. If I’m being honest, I was scared shitless. I thought for sure that psycho bitch over there was gonna castrate me, then rub one out over my corpse.”

“Well, I guess you’re lucky we found you, then,” Emma said, bending down to examine his shackles.

“How did you find me, anyway?”

Sam addressed this question to Gordon, as there was no doubt in his mind as to whom he owed his life.

“After I left you, I headed down the road, expecting you would catch up eventually. I had slowed down to a reasonable enough pace, that we should have reached the city gates together. However, when you did not appear, I became worried. Naturally, I turned around and headed back the way we had come.

“When I did not bump into you shortly after I turned back, my worry grew to concern, so I ran back to the area in which I had last seen you. Upon arriving at said area, I found signs of a struggle. There were several scents which I did not recognize, but a few which I did. I immediately deduced that you must have fallen for some sort of trap and been summarily knocked unconscious, at which point, someone from the guild must have come across you, most likely in search of their dead companions.

“After that, I followed the scent to an underground bunker hidden in the woods. Judging by the sparse security, I deduced that this must be a secret facility and that it had no guild affiliation, but I could not in good conscience take the risk of failure.”

“So he came and got me,” Emma cut in. She’d fetched the keys from the dead woman, and was now fitting them one after the next into the locks on his ankles.

“We came here, killed a few guards, and rescued you.”

Gordon bristled at being interrupted and let out a loud huff, walking away with his nose held high.

Sam grinned ruefully as Emma finally got the restraints loose, then walked around him to unlock his hands. He let out a sigh of relief and rubbed at his wrists once they were free.

“I really appreciate you coming to save me,” Sam said, as sincerely as he could. “Another moment and who knows what could have happened.”

Emma’s cheeks colored slightly at the praise, but she just waved it off.

“You would have done the same for me.”

Sam chuckled, getting slowly to his feet, and waiting for the pins and needles to fade.

“Now who’s trying to be all macho?”

Gordon came back in then and gave them both a once over.

“We need to leave. I believe that our presence here may have been noticed.”

“Is the gnome still here?” Sam asked, eyes blazing as he contemplated all the ways he was gonna make that fucker pay.

“No. He must have left before we arrived,” Gordon replied.

Sam was quick to buckle his belt and looked down to his bloody chest with a grimace. The cuts had already scabbed over, but he was still covered in blood. His undershirt was ruined, but his shirt was still intact and had miraculously avoided any blood stains. He shrugged to himself, then removed the shirt.

“What are you doing?” Emma asked as Sam pulled the ruined undershirt over his head.

“I don’t wanna get my shirt all bloody,” he replied, not at all caring about stripping before someone as hot as Emma, which he found to be very strange.

Then he remembered his Mind Over Body skill as he began cleaning himself off with his tattered undershirt, wiping all the blood he could off himself, before pulling the shirt back on.

He heard someone shouting from the hallway and bolted out the door. Eyes locking onto the first guildie, Sam held out a hand and began firing off spells as fast as he could, feeling rage start to boil up inside him.

Today had been a shit day, to say the least. He’d had all his possessions stolen by someone he’d saved. Then he’d been captured by that crackpot gnome and tortured by a total psycho bitch. And now these fuckers were trying to stop him from leaving? Fuck that! He would kill them all!

Sam continued moving through the underground bunker, killing guildies left and right. He was vaguely aware of Emma and Gordon fighting in the background, but he mostly ignored them, choosing to focus on sating the burning rage in his chest.

Notifications began flooding in as he moved, but Sam ignored them all, shouting obscenities about the guildies’ parents, their friends and even went so far as to bite one of them when his MP ran out. By the time Sam’s battle craze wore off, everyone in the bunker was dead, and he was covered in blood.

Sam blinked, finally coming back to himself, and looked around at the carnage they’d caused. There were well over fifteen bodies there, which made Sam wonder just how three of them could possibly have done it. His eyes landed on Gordon and Emma, who were both slumped on the ground, bleeding from several wounds and panting hard. Doing a quick check of their statuses, he winced, seeing that they were both at under 10% of their HP.

Doing a quick check of his own revealed that he was pretty close to being a goner as well. His MP was completely gone and his Stamina was near empty as well. Then the fatigue hit him, and Sam slumped to the ground.

“Holy shit. Did we just kill all those people?” Sam asked, feeling his body shaking with adrenaline and exhaustion.

“Hell yeah, we did,” Emma said, also panting hard, “But where did they all come from? When we came in, there were only four of them here.”

“We must have triggered some sort of alarm when we entered,” Gordon supplied, getting slowly to his feet and moving towards the ramp leading up toward the exit at the other end of the open room.

“I believe that it would be wise for us to go. More will be coming. Do you have room to house us for the night, Emma?” he asked the girl, who was slowly getting to her feet as well.

“Very well then. Let us go.” Gordon then headed quickly to the ramp, passing Sam, who was having a hard time standing up.

Emma stopped by his side, holding out a hand to help him up. He took it with a nod of thanks and she hauled him to his feet, pulling one of his arms over her shoulder to support him, and together, they all ran from the bunker.