"You worm.. Crying for help as if any is coming. You're not even from this city, who would be helping you?"
The dagger wielder mocked Hisgard once more.
"You're right.. But I don't need help to beat you."
Hisgard bit his lip.
'How the hell am I going to-'
Hisgard suddenly spat out blood, dark, red blood.
'The dagger! I figured the thing coaxing it was poison but this..'
"Fuck.."
Hisgard looked up at his assailant angrily.
"About time it kicks in. Chasing you around the city crying for help really gets on my nerves you know~?"
He smiled sadistically.
'I can barely see straight.. Wait.'
Hisgard suddenly remembered the health potions he had in his inventory.
'Okay.. I can hold on for a bit with these.'
As he took one out and drank it fully, rain suddenly started to pour onto the area.
"Ah.. Is that a potion or some sort? Where did you take it out from?"
He looked as if he had a sudden realisation.
"That's it.. THAT'S IT! You're an other-worlder! AREN'T YOU?"
He smiled with delight.
"HOW..HOW..HOW I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU SUFFER!"
He laughed maniacally.
'What is wrong with him all of a sudden?"
Hisgard slowly stood up. Ready to fight once more.
And then...
Thunder struck.
A man wearing an electric blue attire with a shining bald head and sparks fluttering around him appeared at the place the thunder struck. It's as if he was the thunder himself.
The man had his back turned to Hisgard.
He looked forward.
'That dude looks really evil..'
He looked back.
"..Chris? Is that you?"
...
"Leo?"
"Oh my days! It's actually you!"
Leo suddenly lifted Hisgard up in the air like a child.
"I thought something was wrong so I got an Anima myself to go help you ingame! You've been gone for way longer than what we said!"
He said all bubbly.
'Well that's true.. I've been playing since it was sun out and now it's already past midnight..'
Hisgard thought.
"If I could leave this damn game I would. I'm just stuck for some reason.
Hisgard punched Leo to make him let go.
"There."
He said, proudly.
"So.."
Leo wondered.
"Whose that guy that has been laughing like a villain for a while?"
"He's trying to kill me, I already got poisoned.. and he's strong. Really strong."
"Pfft!!"
"What?! What's so funny?!"
"You're already getting your ass handed to you by a random NPC! This is so funny!"
"Shut up! You'll see what I'm talking about! We need to take care of him anyways to go save my master!"
"Master? Are you a puppy or something?"
"Shut. Up."
"Fine.. Just watch me."
Leo suddenly disappeared, a thunderous sound reverberating behind him. Then, as if teleporting, he reappeared infront of the assassin, simultaneously landing a liver shot.
The assassin, who was still enjoying himself imagining all kinds of horrors he would commit onto Hisgard, couldn't defend himself properly in time.
"F-Fuck!"
Lowering to one knee and holding his side, the assassin looked up at Leo and drove a dagger to his heart.
"Too slow."
Leo smacked the dagger away, then promptly kicked the assassin in an unfortunate area. Knocking him unconscious due to the pain.
'How.. How is Leo that strong..?'
Hisgard felt jealousy in his heart.
'I couldn't even scratch that guy and he just.. did that.'
"See Chris? I told you didn't I? Now let's go save your master."
Leo, still as joyful as ever, went back to Chris.
'Does he have some sort of overpowered class..?'
Hisgard thought.
With rain still pouring onto the 2 friends, Hisgard spoke up.
"I.."
"Hm? What is it, Chris?"
"...What's your class?"
"Thunder something? Thunderling..? Yeah. That."
"Thunderling.. Huh.."
"Well, Chris, you asked for mine so what's yours then?"
"Ah.. Uhm.."
"Is it that embarassing~?"
"I'm a butcher's apprentice."
"Pfft!! That sounds super weak bro! Don't worry, I'll carry you! Now can we go save your master? You were all about saving him just a minute ago?"
"Y-Yeah.. Let's go."
Hisgard couldn't let go of his jealousy.
'Why does HE get everything. Why is HE the one getting all the good stuff and I'm left with.. with THIS.'
He said, as he looked towards the clunky cleaver he held.
'Ever since we've been kids I.. I..'
...
A phone rang. And rang. And rang. The landlord was calling.
A bloodied phone layed on the road.
The phone belonged to Mr.DeGrange.
Next to the phone was the body of Mr.DeGrange, resting next to the body of his wife, Ms.DeGrange.
They had been killed in a horrific car crash. 3 dead, 1 injured.
A drunken driver couldn't control his car and ended up killing himself and the parents of a little boy, barely 8 years old at the time.
Chris was that boy.
...
The little boy was now in a hospital room. Layed down on a bed.
"I want to see my daddy and mommy!"
The little boy said, as his still broken arm and felled ribs made him go thru great pain.
"Please! I want to see them! Please!"
He said, with his now red stuffed bunny and blood slowly trinklling down his face.
"WHY?! CAN'T I SEE THEM?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!"
He said, as tears were streaming down his face, mixing with the blood of his parents and his own.
...
Chris had passed his 8th birthday without his parents.
He was entrusted to his uncle and aunt.
"This is your new home, Chris."
'Ah.. I don't know anyone here..'
"Hello Chris! I'm your cousin!"
A cheery teenage girl said.
"W-Who are you?"
"I'm Julie!"
Chris still held onto his stuffed bunny, with the blood now mostly washed out, leaving a slight reddish tint onto the fur.
...
Chris then reintegrated a public school. Far away from his old one after half a year of not attending.
"Hey! You're the new transfer student, right?!"
An energetic boy from about Chris's age jumped out of nowhere, scaring Chris.
"Y-Yeah.."
"What's your name?!"
"I-I'm Chris.."
"Hi Chris! I'm Leo!"
"Hi Leo.."
"Wanna play now?"
Leo smiled, with a few teeth missing from his mouth.
"Sure.."
...
Chris was now 10 years old, and he was throwing a tantrum.
"Auntie! It's NOT fair! Why do my friends always have the cool stuff and I'm stuck with this!"
"What do you mean Chris? We always get you the coolest things!"
"NO YOU DON'T! My friend Leo has the new 3RS and all the cool cards and im stuck with this!"
Chris said, as he threw an old GameCo to the ground. Smashing it apart.
"CHRIS! You would do better to calm down or.."
"OR WHAT?!"
Chris was beaten that night.