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mindcrackloveHey guys, I'm back. Sorry for the lack of posts, have had urgent IRL stuff going on that I had to solve. To make up for it, From Mon-Fri I will do a marathon of posts posting one Console Chronicles every day, and one Moments with Vetchus every two. Again, sorry for the inconsistency, and enjoy!
Seth gathered his materials after the amputation. Everything was bloodstained, including him. He looked at his clothing. After the beginning of the Apocalypse, he retired his old getup in exchange for a red sweater, some jeans, and some combat boots. He liked the change, and frankly he didn't want to be wearing a Mario suit if he ever died, nor would the bright red be the greatest camouflage from undead. He deposited bloody tools into a nearby cauldron. He would have to remember to clean them later.Kurt was leaving as well, and he just gave him a respectful nod and left the tent.
Seth went back to his tent and lied down on his bed. He began thinking about the days events, and about any new contraptions he could build to help him survive longer. Thats when the memory came back...
Seth turned around after Etho ripped his cheek open with his sword. Etho was following up with an uppercut to Seths jaw. Seth swerved to the side to avoid it, and instead Etho punched the console, breaking some bones. Etho dropped his sword and grasped his hand. Blood was obscuring Seths vision from a scratch above his eyebrow, but with his free hand, Seth took hold of Ethos sword. The hilt was coated in blood, making Seths grip on it unbalanced at best. He swiped it at the traitor. Seth completely lost his grip on it and it flew out of his hand and instead went careening to the side, straight at the console. Seth didn't waste time looking at its output this time, and instead began pummeling Etho with his fist. In his madness, Seth forgot completely about his own sword, which was just behind him.
"Why. Are you. Doing this!" Seth said in between punches.
Etho was now blocking his punches with his unharmed hand, the other tucked safely behind him.
"It will help us!" was his reply.
Seth remembered about his sword, and reached back to grab it. He found the hilt after scratching his palm a few times on the blade. He swung it overhead, but mad it hit Ethos arm instead, still recuctant to kill his friend. It made contact, and stopped at the bone. Etho grimanced but then pulled out a bottle from his pocket. Seth made a grab for it, but it dropped to the flor and shattered. Seth looked around, looking for Etho. Seth was knocked back, his jaw bleeding. He was on his back now, and something rolled him over and kicked him again. His face was now bloody.
"Your pitiful, you know that?" Etho's voice said. Then everything went black.
"Reminiscing about that skirmish?" a voice said.
Seth drew his sword and looked around. He spotted a shadow in the corner. It disappeared as soon as it was seen.
"Who are you?" Seth said to thin air.
No answer, then a kick to the chest and a voice.
"A friend, an enemy."
Seth got up from the ground and looked around again. A twig snapped and Seth turned around and swiped. This time his sword tasted blood. The voice was not fazed.
"How cute, he's fighting back. You know, I've been thinking, why are we still doing this to ourselves?"
Another kick, this time to the arm. Seth dropped his sword.
"Why are you doing this? Is it you Etho?"
"In a way, I only tried to help back then, but I guess you gave me all I need. Thank you Seth. As to how I will repay you, I'll start by not killing you. I will however Beat you to an INCH before death."
A ferocious attack then began, and Seth just called out for help before he was thrown to the floor and beaten with a sword. THe tent flaps began to open.
"Oh, what party poopers." was the last thing Seth heard before everything went black.
Seth gathered his materials after the amputation. Everything was bloodstained, including him. He looked at his clothing. After the beginning of the Apocalypse, he retired his old getup in exchange for a red sweater, some jeans, and some combat boots. He liked the change, and frankly he didn't want to be wearing a Mario suit if he ever died, nor would the bright red be the greatest camouflage from undead. He deposited bloody tools into a nearby cauldron. He would have to remember to clean them later.Kurt was leaving as well, and he just gave him a respectful nod and left the tent.
Seth went back to his tent and lied down on his bed. He began thinking about the days events, and about any new contraptions he could build to help him survive longer. Thats when the memory came back...
Seth turned around after Etho ripped his cheek open with his sword. Etho was following up with an uppercut to Seths jaw. Seth swerved to the side to avoid it, and instead Etho punched the console, breaking some bones. Etho dropped his sword and grasped his hand. Blood was obscuring Seths vision from a scratch above his eyebrow, but with his free hand, Seth took hold of Ethos sword. The hilt was coated in blood, making Seths grip on it unbalanced at best. He swiped it at the traitor. Seth completely lost his grip on it and it flew out of his hand and instead went careening to the side, straight at the console. Seth didn't waste time looking at its output this time, and instead began pummeling Etho with his fist. In his madness, Seth forgot completely about his own sword, which was just behind him.
"Why. Are you. Doing this!" Seth said in between punches.
Etho was now blocking his punches with his unharmed hand, the other tucked safely behind him.
"It will help us!" was his reply.
Seth remembered about his sword, and reached back to grab it. He found the hilt after scratching his palm a few times on the blade. He swung it overhead, but mad it hit Ethos arm instead, still recuctant to kill his friend. It made contact, and stopped at the bone. Etho grimanced but then pulled out a bottle from his pocket. Seth made a grab for it, but it dropped to the flor and shattered. Seth looked around, looking for Etho. Seth was knocked back, his jaw bleeding. He was on his back now, and something rolled him over and kicked him again. His face was now bloody.
"Your pitiful, you know that?" Etho's voice said. Then everything went black.
"Reminiscing about that skirmish?" a voice said.
Seth drew his sword and looked around. He spotted a shadow in the corner. It disappeared as soon as it was seen.
"Who are you?" Seth said to thin air.
No answer, then a kick to the chest and a voice.
"A friend, an enemy."
Seth got up from the ground and looked around again. A twig snapped and Seth turned around and swiped. This time his sword tasted blood. The voice was not fazed.
"How cute, he's fighting back. You know, I've been thinking, why are we still doing this to ourselves?"
Another kick, this time to the arm. Seth dropped his sword.
"Why are you doing this? Is it you Etho?"
"In a way, I only tried to help back then, but I guess you gave me all I need. Thank you Seth. As to how I will repay you, I'll start by not killing you. I will however Beat you to an INCH before death."
A ferocious attack then began, and Seth just called out for help before he was thrown to the floor and beaten with a sword. THe tent flaps began to open.
"Oh, what party poopers." was the last thing Seth heard before everything went black.
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