BOOM! Nuclear blasts flew out of his metallic arm, going straight for the heads of the zombies coming towards us. On one corner was Lemon, in a hot hand to hand battle, her hands moving faster than a professional martial artist, and her strength being matched effortlessly. Fegor and Foma barely holding their own against the fiery blast of the burning menace before them and I, standing in the midst of the bloody dead bodies of those caught by the bio execution in the marketplace, my eyes glowing blue as I felt power surging through my veins.
You must be lost here. Let's rewind back a few days earlier, when Lemon, Laos and I touched down on the designated country in Yolo Gold, Africa. It was a roblox, hotel in the rural region of Emigrive, south west of Nigeria. The minute we got off that plane and stepped on the ground, I could have sworn I sensed the danger the place possessed.
Awaiting us at the airport was a pair of twins, Fegor and Foma, representatives from the hotel that Laos had prepared for us. They were quite young for pioneers of a hotel they probably hated, and they dressed almost in like manner with each other. What was distinct about their outfits was that it was a suit made up of a material they called Ankara, majorly black, beautiful and well sown. They had braids on and a pair of kickbacks that complimented their outfit. They smiled, raising the 'welcome' sign as they watched us descend down the hover staircase.
"Welcome to Nigeria," said Fegor. She was the much taller one, with chubby cheeks and a godly smile. She had her hair knotted into twelve pieces, a style she said was old as time and a tradition mother's passed to their daughters.
They took our bags, few as they were and led us to the hover taxi that was to take us passed the city and into the village where the hotel laid. It happened that the cities of Nigeria were quite advanced than I initially expected them to be. The city bubbled with life as the streets never slept and the children played tirelessly. As an icing on the cake, the village of Emigrive stood next to a large rock with a beautiful waterfall and an amazing view of the evening sky.
"Emigrive is a village created recently during the second civil war of Nigeria," Foma explained as we pulled up into the village. "When most of the country's brilliant minds secluded themselves from the war and grew in knowledge while the rest of the world fought for power."
"They built the city, didn't they?" Lemon asked.
She nodded, her black braids shaking as she did. Her eyes were surprisingly blue, and her skin brown as if soaked in caramel honey. It took me minutes after we arrived to notice the mark of a knight on their arms. Fegor was a white knight while Foma was a blue night. I didn't know if they had the Author's Sight or not, but the way they attended to me made it seem like that was likely.
With their aid, we were given special treatment at the hotel. Our bags were delivered to the room we were going to share. Not surprisingly, Laos did not want us using separate rooms, so we were given a presidential suite. Courtesy of the twins
"Keep your head low," Laos said after we were given the cards to our room. "And call if you need any help. I'm always watching."
"Watching?" Lemon asked with furrowed eyebrows. "Like a pervert or something?"
"No, not at all detective Lemon," he responded immediately.
"Ah, so you like that kind of thing huh?" I asked, playing Lemon's game. She smirked looking at me and then folded her arms.
"I would never do that, detective Ezra," he bowed. Lemon laughed as she watched him bow.
"Chill Laos," she said. "We were just playing with you."
"Yeah," I smiled as she leaned on my shoulder. "What you do with your time is none of our business."
He exhaled, laughing along with us as we were lead to the room, room 893. The days passed by as we lead our lives in seclusion, with no contact to the people we knew back at Yolo Central. In the couple of weeks we spent in that hotel, Lemon and I grew closer. We had our first date at the waterfalls close to the village and it was one of the best days of my entire life. In a casual conversation, I eventually revealed to her the secret identity of Foma and Fegor. She stood intrigued, and said nothing about it to them, until that day.
We had spent almost a month in Emigrive, almost familiar with every damn corner of the village. Lemon and the twins had grown fond of each other and frequent at the lobby and their rooms sometimes. That morning was cold and slow, Laos and I were in a locked battle of warzone chess and Lemon had left the room to get some coffee from the girls after breakfast.
Their door was unlocked and she thought little of knocking before she went in. What she found them doing, started the sequence that lead to the impending blood fiesta.
"Whoa," she said the moment she saw the glowing holographic door, black and transparent, hovering above the ground and with a crest of a shield on the front of door.
"What are you doing?" Fegor screamed as her eyes caught lemon's eyes.
"What am I doing, what are you—"
Foma shot her head with a mild proton blast from her palms. Lemon fell to the ground, unconscious.
"What did you do that for?" Fegor asked.
"Me?" Foma replied. "You're the one activating your knight's passage in front of a normie!"
"I didn't even—" Fegor exhaled, rubbing her nose. "What are we going to do with the body?"
"Hey, don't say it like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I killed her, she's only unconscious," Foma said, looking closer at the body.
"Shhh," Fegor commanded, raising a finger, her ears perched.
"I wasn't saying any…"
"Do you hear that?" Her sister interrupted.
"Hear what?" Foma asked, turning and looking at the opened door.
At that moment she heard it, footsteps. Someone was approaching.
"Quick, help me carry the body," she said, pulling Lemon's shoulders up and Fegor holding her legs.
By the time the room attendant reached their door, they had already disappeared.