Sarah looked at the GPS one last time, making sure it wasn't messing around. It wasn't. Behind the iron gates was the half-breed. She took a deep breath, extending her hand towards the gate. She withdrew it, clearly hesitant. She took a deep breath, dropping the GPS and opening the gate.
It was a dark room, the light from the outside being the only thing illuminating the room. But it was enough. The half-breed was exactly as Dr. Vott had described it. Two pairs of eyes with one long right hand and long spiky tendrils for its left hand. It had a feminine like body, kneeling on one leg. It turned swiftly at the sound of Sarah's intrusion. Sarah looked at her sister and called out her name, tears rolling down her face on their own.
"Re...Rebecca?"
Blake didn't want to think about it, but the thought still came all the same. What would he do if wasn't able to separate the mind of Rebecca Stone? He didn't want to think that it would be impossible, but the thought came all the same. What would he do?
Kyler and Zhao Fan were silent as well. Blake understood why. Rebecca was their friend. A friend that he never knew. Situations like this weren't his specialty anyway.
The car came to a sudden halt, forcing them to snap back to reality.
"As expected." Kyler said. "They're here."
The inquisitors and Captain Reynolds stepped down, facing the militants. Graham came to the front, armed with a machine gun this time.
"This isn't your fight, inquisitors." Graham said, "Leave now!"
"Sorry." Blake said impatiently, "But it is now."
"You engage in this conflict, you'll avail yourself to the UN." Graham said, "You'll break the promises you made."
"You seem knowledgeable." Kyler complimented.
"I read wide." Graham replied.
"I don't have time for this. Move now!" Blake said.
"And why should I? You're an Alderwolf who can't even use blood manipulation. Why should I be scared?"
"Should I kill them?" Zhao Fan asked.
"No!" Reynolds said, "We can't unless they force our hand."
"Tch!"
"And what is that to you?" Blake asked, stepping forward. "Whether I can or cannot use blood manipulation is of no concern to you. Secondly, the Alderwolf family doen't use blood manipulation. They use Chapters of Blood. Of course, an illiterate like you wouldn't know this."
Graham raised his gun slowly. He could tell that Blake was getting annoyed more and more. His licht technique was working. Just a little more.
"And thirdly," Blake continued. "I'm adopted."
Instantly, Blake's body fell backwards. But Graham didn't get time to react to this. He felt a sharp pain inside of him. But it wasn't a pain in his body. It was like something punched the very core of his being. His …
"Soul." Graham muttered in disbelief.
Blake, or his soul swiftly moved back, charging at the others. Blake's Soul technique allowed him to use his licht technique to attack the soul of others, hurting their very conscious. Whether it was channeling his licht energy or taking his soul out of his body, his technique worked best on humans. And humans alone.
Blake knocked out the two closest to him, knocking the third by kicking him in the face. The other militants were confused, firing haphazardly. Blake moved up to one, kicking him in the face, then jumping up and taking another two down. His soul immediately returned to his body. Blake turned to Kyler.
"Can you..."
"Take care of the rest? Sure." Kyler winked. Blake nodded at him.
"Bring them back safely," Zhao Fan said. Blake nodded and dashed ahead. The militants tried to fire at him only to be slashed with an invisible blade. He slid under one of them and knocked out another, being backed by Zhao Fan. Zhao Fan span her weapon round, slashing three of the militants. Using her weapon's chain, she tripped three of them, using a needle to stab their thighs and throwing it at another one. The invisible blades continued to slash the other militants around, including the one's on top of the buildings. Reynolds only stood there in horror, unable to believe what was going on. Just three inquisitors were doing this much work. No wonder they wanted them out of the way.
Blake stopped at the end of the road. Closing the eyes, he began to look for Sarah. He needed to stop her first before she reached the half-breed. He touched the ground, beginning his search.
The Soul. Every human had one. Most people perceived it to be some mystical force in every human. But the soul was just the entirety of the human consciousness. It defined who they were. Every soul was unique and it was that same uniqueness that Blake saw. From the moment Blake met a person, he saw the person's soul; its form, its size, its chaos and its tranquility.
Blake opened his eyes. Not good. He said as he dashed ahead. He was running out of breath. He needed to hurry. Sarah was close to the half-breed. He needed to hurry before he was too late. Before...
Blake drew out his dagger, parrying the black claw that came his way. Instantly, he felt a surge from the blade, it had come into contact with something it liked. Blake turned glaring at his attacker.
"Why the long face, Blake Alderwolf," Spen said, a grin on his face. "Can't two guys spar with each other for a short while?"
"I don't have time for this." Blake said. "MOVE!"
"Pah. Make time. Besides," Spen said, as a black aura covered his hands. His hands became bigger, with a black coat of armor with claws. "We both know what's going to happen, don't we?"