Fight for Hell

Chapter Twelve

"No, it is you that needs to be sent to Hell," I replied. I fired Duran once more. The bullet lodged in his chest. The Wanderer felt the wound and licked his oozing blood.

Then he laughed. "Violence tastes so sweet," he said in a sing-song voice.

"What is up with you people?" I asked. "What made you turn and invade your own world and murder millions of people?"

"For me to know, and for you to find out."

He cut Duran in half. Damn! That sword I had is in the inverted world! I thought. The Wanderer swung Darrius at my head, but I ducked and tripped him. He fell over and lunged at my leg. I fell to the ground hard.

"How does it feel to have the life beaten out of you? Does it hurt? Tell me it hurts!" he said.

"You..." I mumbled, grabbing his leg. "...bastard!" I pulled him to the ground as well and kicked Darrius away. I grabbed him and rolled to the left, launching him through the air. I got up and whirled around to grab Darrius. The Wanderer teleported and grabbed the blade before I could and cut off my right arm. I stared as the maroon life poured out of my body.

"Sweet dreams," I heard. I closed my eyes.

The End

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