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The One Way Ticket Eighteen
An odd sensation as they were being sucked out of their bodies distribted through Sir. Oswic, Artin Dane, Dr. Wene Noelle, Riyen Gosbald, Chief Inspector Eallric Hanvey and Barrister Gauwilh Changes through their hands that served as traverses as their souls were pulled through a dark tunnel filled with bright green neon lights and afflicting, agonizing wails coupled with disheartening laughs of demons.After about a minute, the somewhat exciting phenomenon came to an halt and each of them lay metres away from each other, scatter on a bloody and vast piece of land, hugged to the ground.Sir. Oswic was the first to get up and as he did, he smeared the foul stench of the blood on the thorny soil off his face and subconsciously on his clothes as he looked around for the others.Dr. Wene Noelle was the closest to him. He jugged over to her side, touched her shoulders as he helped to her feet and whispered, “are you okay?
The One Way Ticket Nineteen
Back in the Chamber of Duties, Wabrook, where the numb and lifeless bodies of Sir. Oswic, Artin Dane, Riyen Gosbald, Eallric Hancey and Wene Noelle were, things were going ordinarily.The sun was bright and warm, the breeze; cooling and refreshing, and the fourteen people present in the Chamber, chatting and catching up on one another, apparently they were all good friends but for Troef’ny who apparently had just foes and Cwena who watched the benumbed bodies for any sign of movement or any indication of struggles, - it wasn't like she had anything else to do. She knew none of the people in the Chamber and just a few hours ago, she was a prisoner.Thirty minutes passed, nothing. An hour, nothing. Two hours, still nothing.Then like a berserked villain, Troef’ny Uthane suddenly sprung to her feet and charged towards the numb bodies in a frenzy.Cwena who was the closest to them understood the situa
The One Way Ticket Twenty
The six of them - Eallric, Oswic, Noelle, Riyen, Gauwilh and Artin waved their hands to and fro trying to drive away the vultures that swooped down on them in large numbers, threatening to chop off every part of their body.As they dashed away from the tower from where the winged scavengers had nosedived on them from, Eallric couldn't push out what he'd seen. Mr. Wadsev who'd supposedly vanished, with his wives and everyone present for his promotion to CEO - a total of Seventeen individuals at his address at Radford glade, were present there - in hell. Mr. Wadsev's once chubby face was flaccid and dangling, making him look like a tamed bulldog.The most shocking part for Eallric, though, was what Mr. Wadsev had mouthed when Eallric stole a glance at him.“Help.”Mr. Wadsev's faint voice uttered feebly and with absolutely no enthusiasm due to loss of blood and insufficient energy. Eallric, thou
The One Way Ticket Twenty One
The tyronimic howled loudly into the dark, atmosphere - which only attracted the attention of beasts of other species that ululated, wailed and yowled their response in return, making the atmosphere more mysterious and unearthly. The tyronimic turned its four ugly heads slowly left and right, scanning the cheerless horizon but seeing other creatures - Yellow, glowing eyed Yalipers, Yaghions with detachable body parts and other strange creatures. They were not of interest so the tyronimic didn't turn as much as a horn to them as it searched desperately for where its preys had gone all of a sudden.The six of them, though, - Eallric, Artin (who was badly bruised), Noelle, Gauwilh, a still numb Riyen and Sir. Oswic squeezed themselves together in the cave to induce warmththat heated up their organs for the cave was glacial, barely daring to breath.The tyronimic prowled round the cave whose darkness shielded them with obscurity
The One Way Ticket Twenty Two
In all of Sir. Oswic's life as an Enchanter - a wizard, precisely, ‘Invocasi Repelleos’ which caused neon blue and green streamlined energy that had been interlaced with one another, giving the viewers a cinematic view, shot out of wands. The severity with which it was pronounced usually determined how far and sometimes, how potent it was, too. It was one of the most puissant spells ever, capable of knocking down a raging lion away just as easy as one flicking a troublesome insect away with his fingers, and that was why it came as an astounding shock to Sir. Oswic when the thrilling energy that came with voicing out the spell had almost no effect on the tyronimic that was still charging towards him but now at an increased pace.Sir. Oswic didn't know what to do but the tyronimic did, it had to eat and that was what it was getting to.In the very last second, Sir. Oswic resolved to the only option he had to save himself - and
The One Way Ticket Twenty Three
Silence fell upon the members of the Chamber of Duties that included the blue-eyed baldie, the expectant mother, the brown haired man whose nose extended like an hand fan - keeping his brown moustache in obscurity, Eallric Hancey of the Police Department, Wene Noelle from Ciburrh, Artin Dane - the leader of the Unity Board, Riyen Gosbald; the grand daughter of an ex leader of the board, Seignor Godbald, Gauwilh Chames - an endorsed attorney of theEventide Shore Law Firm, spiteful Troef’ny Uthane and other random members who had nothing peculiar.Cwena Engow was quiet, too.They all waited with hearts racing and brains receptive to chaos from a creature they knew not. Sir. Oswic - with a bleeding leg that had spread a warm, red liquid that covered more than half the entire ground, stood at the front of them all - a few metres, waiting for a howl or a three headed beast to jump into the alley. But, nothing.
The One Way Ticket Twenty Four
The sound of the crushed can of a drink perforated the atmosphere as air squeezed out of it like a deflated hot-air balloon hissing softly into the dreary world. Whoever it was that had squashed it had done it mistakenly, there was no doubt about that.Another clamor uproared like tigers brawling for a mate starting with a grumble then growing to become something more. The sound multiplied in intensity then like thunder that had been rolling in the sky towards them, its stentorian noise struck above them, causing them to tremble and their knees turning to wet noodles.They all gathered round, Sir. Oswic ahead and leading them to the entrance of the Chamber of Duties. A deafening silence had sprouted among them as they walked over remains and carcasses, stiff shiny skeletons and carrions of dead guards. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, they were all alive, hale and hearty, going about their bus
The One Way Ticket Twenty Five
The next couple of days were chaotic and anarchic in all the provinces of Wabrook - the most shammed being Ingfalls, closely followed by Ledale.Tyronimics of different sizes and varying grades of calamity roamed the streets, running into buildings and causing them to crumble. Duchess Route, College Passage and Vermilion avenue; all in Ingfalls, were the most affected for they were the most populated places which attracted more tyronimics than others.Schools - public and private, great and small, were either demolished to powder by the tyronimics or were shut down for the fear of their students getting bruised, or killed, on their way to school. Shops and malls closed, too. The daring ones among them, though, stuck to the curfew the minister of Ingfalls, Travote Psukil, had placed.Federal Banks closed, too. Privately owned and managed banks, though, had its workers sneaking in to work - going through their re
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