Honestly I'm feeling a little sleepy, so much so I almost could not keep my eyes open….. do I need to get myself a coffin like the movies say I should. I shrugged, that's a problem for a Later time, like most teenage boys I'm not so fond of having my room be bright all the time, so I had thick enough curtains to keep the sunlight out. Never the less I still had to look through the remaining cards, I will worry about sleeping after.
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I couldn't help myself, I let go of the mythic cards in my hand like they were poisonous snakes. The first card was insane, field cards were particular to elements, cards or environment. Finding a suitable Field Card is like looking for a needle in a haystack, but here was one capable of buffing anything, with the limitations being the imagination of the user. What the hell kind of soldiers were in that fucking coach.
Mormon city had a militia and a police force, remnants of the old government. But they were all in the pockets of the major corporations. It's the one thing they have going for them as that's what the corporations use to keep the gangs in line. Soldiers were completely absent in this city, yet there had been some on the train, passing through the city with such valuable cards.
And looking back, I think it was the deck they were transporting. There were twelve cases in the coach, twelve cards in the Vampyre deck. Yet the cards that I was able to pick from them had to be some of the most rare and more powerful. This two mythic card meant that at least, a B rank person was in that train and the legendary meant there was also an A class individual or two.
Yet they were massacred. If they had not been killed and I had still broken into that coach….what the hell would have happened to me. What the fuck has the Silver Wyatt Gang gone and gotten us into. With Cards like this it was almost guaranteed that there would be people looking for it, and if these soldiers were not from Mormon city then…..
"I'm so fucked!"
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"I'm doubly fucked! Shit! Shit!"
This card was distinct. The thing about legendary cards was that there was only one of it's kind in existence. Of course there are thousands of legendary cards, each and every single one of them with a special rank attached to them, and their owners powerful leaders and figures in this world.
Rialto Lumenheart was ranked 2nd on that list. The high priest of the Solus church, and one bad ass motherfucker. How could I not have recognized him, the man that had told me to duck, the same one that had his guts spilled out everywhere and had saved my life. All of a sudden I felt nauseous, the card was making me weak, but it wasn't just the weakness.
*Sizzle!*
"argh! Fuck!"
I cried out as I dropped the card, my entire arm having been burnt by it. Gods damn it I should have know better. As a Vampyre nothing is more my enemy that the freaking light of the sun itself, and here I am touching a card that was said to have been birthed from the very heart of it.
This card can never be sold, first chance I get I am throwing it in the river. I don't want to have anything to do with it, there were many churches, but none was more powerful and bloodthirsty than the fucking Solus church. And there was none I hated more than them…..after all, it's their fucking Pontifex that rules Palladia. The same one that ordered the cleansing of my home and took my family away from me.
Maybe throwing it away was not the best. I don't know how, but having this card with me, might give me a chance at revenge. Or it would bring the entire wrath of Palladia on Mormon city once again, and we would be wiped off the face of the earth….but revenge, revenge was too good an opportunity to pass up.
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I felt a chill down my back, as the Vampyre Deck began to resonate with the card. My eyes shot wide open, mind control cards of any sort were just as banned as the freaking admin races. It was as if everything wrong or considered a taboo in this world wants to make it's nesting ground in me, I'd really die for sure, I'll be public enemy number 1.
Never the less, the time when I would be able to use this card is still quite far away, so maybe by then I would have at least gotten rid of it. I packaged all of the Mythic and legendary cards into a separate card holder as I moved my bed to the side. The right leg of the bed was over a loose tile, that I raised up to show a hidden safe. My grandfather had this made for me so that I could hide sweets and my toys from my sisters and baby brother, now it would be keeping some of my biggest secrets.
I opened it up and kept it in, ignoring the other mementos there as I picked up the handgun and sword that I had left there. There was a case of Mana based bullets that I pulled out too, before throwing the epic cards in. I made sure to bury the Legendary and mythic cards at the bottom, then spread the epic to cover it up.
I closed it up quickly, and moved my bed back into place as I fell back on it. I have never been so stressed in my life, and even now intense fear seemed to suffuse my body, my heart was….my heart?.....my heart wasn't beating. I looked up at the ceiling….
"Guess I really am dead huh?"
There was no answers to be given, so I just turned to the side tears falling from the side of my eyes as I went to sleep holding the gun I had bought when I was 14 and the sword that has been in my family for 8 generations. There wasn't much I could do with them, but with the life I have now chosen, this path of violence, perhaps they're the only thing that can give me the comfort I need, because I knew once night fell…..my new life begins.