Chapter 22: Stale Bread
"Chase him!" A large man in a butcher's outfit came running out of the alleyway, chasing a kid who slid out with a piece of bread in his mouth. He had spiky white hair.
"Come get me!" The young Drache had a small piece of bread inside his mouth as his arms flailed freely in the air. He looked not a day over 14.
In front of him was a ginger girl who has freckles and was wearing torn clothes. "Make a turn to the left!"
Both of them were running in the streets of an old dilapidated city, the buildings that surrounded them on either side were worn down. The only thing left was the occasional shops selling bread or fish.
"There!" Two police officers cut off the two in the alleyway, they were both cornered.
"[Dragon's Breath]!" Out of Drache's mouth were flames which lit up the entire alleyway in flames. "Move!" Drache pushed the girl away and into the building.
"Could you stop being so reckless?" The girl was covered in soot and ash.
"Calm down Eos." Drache had a smile across his face with his teeth covered in soot. The bread he was holding in his mouth was stale and black.
"Look at that, all that for nothing. You just fried 3 guys in an alleyway for stale bread." Eos took the bread out of Drache's hand.
"Hey, it's perfectly fine." Drache took the bread back and broke it in half. "Here, take this."
Eos looked at the piece of bread and pushed it back to him.
"What? Too rich for bread?" Drache ate the bread in his hand. "Well, more for me!" He shoved the second piece of bread into his mouth.
Eos sighed. "We've gotta go, this building is gonna collapse any moment and the police might barge in." She took out a piece of chalk from her pocket, drawing a circle around the two.
"Hey- wait!" Drache had crumbs falling out of his mouth as he tried to stop Eos.
"Credi nell'alchimia!" The circle which Eos drew started to turn neon blue, creating several bars which pierced through the ceiling. "Cursed." She clapped her hands and the ground disappeared, along with Eos and Drache.
The police officers outside were coughing. "What the f-" A large blue beam shined through the building's window, blinding the two.
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"You have to warn me before you do that." Drache was smacking his chest, coughing while chewing on the stale bread. They had been teleported into a forest with a giant tree house in front of them.
"Maybe next time, stop eating stale bread." Her eyes were glowing.
"Yo! Yo! Yo!" A boy in ragged clothes walked up to the two. He had light brown skin and fluffy curly hair. He had a giant gash across his face which covered his mouth and eye.
"Christoff, shut up." Eos got out of the chalk circle and walked towards the tree. "Where's boss?" She took a seat at the bottom of the tree.
"I don't know, I'm sure he wouldn't like it if you came back empty-handed though." Christoff sat down next to Eos.
"C'mon guy, we got bread." Drache looked at his hands. "At least we did."
"What's going on?" A teenager, who looks like he was 16, was seated at the top of the tree holding a bamboo pole. He was wearing a conductor's hat and had clothes that were stained with oil. "I spent the whole day working in the mines just to be greeted by empty hands."
He grabbed onto the branch and fell 20 feet, onto the piles of leaves on the ground.
"Boss Cheng, there's a rich kid who's going away for 4 days. We can loot their house when they're gone." Christoff approached him with a detailed blueprint of the house.
"I bet you 7 kruezers you can't even get in." Drache looked into his pockets. "I'll bet you 3 kruezers."
"No one uses kruezers anymore, economical collapse caused everyone to just use points." Eos played with a branch on the floor, sharpening it.
"Well, we don't have a choice. We've sunken too many resources to back out now, we have to break even." Boss Cheng looked at the end watch in his hand. "21:00, we meet at the Statue of Alter Hafen."
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"They're late." Boss Cheng stood at the statue of a man on a horse, below it was a gold plate engraved with the words 'For Freedom, We Must Strive.' The only person who was next to him was Drache.
"You don't think they got scared and left us?" Drache asked boss Cheng.
"I don't know, whatever the case is, they're gonna pay. It was his idea after all." He looked patiently at his watch hit 21:00.
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"Take this!" Eos grabbed a wooden pole which was laying slanted against the wall and smacked the man in the chest.
"They're not amateurs!" A man snuck up behind Eos, grabbing both of her arms as the man struck her in her chest. The smell of blood lingered in the air as she was continuously struck. The sounds of her bones cracking rung through the alleyways.
"Get off her you pervs!" Christoff charged head first against the first man with a steel pipe, he tried to hit him in the face but missed and instead swung at his shoulder. It was still enough to confuse the man and gave Eos enough time to reverse head butt the man behind her.
"I'll take care of this one!" Another man, this time much more built and larger, came barreling towards Christoff. Just before he was about to get tackled, he ducked and slid underneath his legs.
"Pick on someone your own size you fat fucking bastard!" Christoff took the pole and speared the man's butt, piercing through his jeans. "[Fireball]!" He created a small fireball in his palm, shooting it through the pipe.
"That was fucking ruthless." All of the men stopped the fighting and looked at the man with a red hot pole up his ass and immediately turned away, not trying to be Christoff's next kebab.
"You're just a kid!" A woman charged toward Christoff, she had a dagger in her knife, but from her stance, you could tell that she was inexperienced with the dagger.
"What's that gonna do?" Christoff said cockliy as he tried to duck under the woman. She could tell from the way Christoff was standing that he was about to dodge her attack. So instead of hitting him with the dagger, she pulled out a glass bottle from behind her back.
"Watch out!" Eos tried to warn Christoff, but it was too late. The woman struck Christoff in the face with the glass bottle. Large shards of glass scattered and flew in a million directions.
Christoff's entire face was bleeding and he had shards of glasses inside his eyes.
"M-move!" Eos was still being held on by one of the other men.
"You'll fetch a good price on the black market, personally not my type but there's plenty of rich perverts who would pay well for you!" The man had his arms wrapped around her neck.
BANG!
A loud gunshot could be heard echoing through the alleyway.
The woman who had struck Christoff was now laying on the ground, a large bullet wound through her head.
Suddenly, from the darkness of the alley, footsteps could be heard walking toward them. Emerging from the darkness was a man in a mask who was wearing a conductor's outfit.
"Stay very still."
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