Harrison glanced at the weird youngster, whom he had handicapped by eating his legs and arms owing to the affects of hunger when he is in this shape.
'Something changed, did his seal weaken, and how?' Harrison wondered as he stood up and assumed a lunging position that made him look quadruped, with his hand and legs down on the ground, making him look more animalistic, as if he was a member of the Were race, and was going to rush at Brandon.
Brandon's senses were keen and swift, so he was ready when Harrison lunged at him, preparing to rip his limbs off. He quickly made a little sprint to go underneath Harrison and avoid the claws, just like they had done during their fight at the stairs.
Brandon then jumped up and went for the vampire, who was busy trying to maneuver into a secondary attack as he did a push kick, shoving Harrison as he stumbled into the escape tunnel.
Harrison maintained his balance and stability while doing a claw exchange behind him, causing them to land on the concert-made sewage tunnels, causing a tiny break.
Subsequently, Brandon emerged, utilizing the cramped area to his advantage, leaping onto the wall and landing a clean punch to the side of the face, causing yet another stumble. Harrison's eyes turned crimson with rage as he watched Brandon land and immediately spin, one foot stamping the ground and the other high near the midsection of the body.
Brandon performed a spinning back kick to the Vampire's stomach as the twist ended.
The kick was forceful enough to knock Harrison back toward the tunnel's exit; fortunately, Harrison kept himself from falling as he used his claws to sink into the wall.
Harrison, who was still furious and dazed, inhaled deeply and studied Brandon with serene eyes:
"The boy is good; the incident just affected him." I've never seen elves do that with missing limbs before, and it could be that his half-breed genetics give him the ability. Oh well, as long as I get to fight him, I am fine with anything; let's see what the restrictions set by his factor are.
Brandon's calm gaze betrayed a hint of grief mingled with wrath as he stood there, deciding to put his foot down and rush Harrison with the intention of taking him out.
He opened his arms wide, avoiding the edge of the enclosed tunnel, which would have restricted his movement.
Brandon froze in mid-step as he did this, and the sound of his massive, forceful hand clasping them caused the water to tremble violently and the surrounding area to tremble violently throughout the tunnels. It was a high-pitched cry that could startled everyone's ears nearby.
Which jolted Harrison's already staggering body as he released go and covered his ears, allowing gravity to take over.
With effortless fall and landing, he turned to face the passageway, his red eyes glowing with the heat of his intended evil.
Suddenly, a rumble shook the tunnel, knocking Brandon to his knees. He peered in the direction of the sound and heard shirking and the sound of small feet rushing quickly through the tunnels.
A troop of rats with red flashing eyes scurried away, hungry, as they appeared to have discovered food, and he looked like he was their desired meal.
Brandon didn't think twice about what he needed to do as he rushed toward the tunnel's exit and jumped high as his legs and arms stiffened as they worked with gravity to land perfectly on the surface.
Before even deciding how he was going to continue battling while fending off rodents and a monstrous vampire that lives for the excitement of the chase, which he believes will make him stronger.
Unexpectedly quick and with a shiver-inducing glee plastered on his face, Harrison leaped to confront Brandon. Before Brandon could respond or figure of a way out, he saw the monstrous vampire cupping his hands to make them resemble hammers and bringing them down at Brandon's chest.
A loud Thud shook the cylinder's surface as Brandon's body bounced on the ground, blood spilling from his mouth; he sobs in anguish as purple smoke escapes his mouth. Harrison didn't allow this get to him as he leaped straight upon Brandon's body.
Upon arriving, he didn't boast or gloat about his superiority or his ability to accomplish anything, claiming that he was the predator, and Brandon had become the prey.
After telling Brandon that he was a Husk and that this new strength was nothing more than a cheap awakening, he proceeded to unleash a barrage of punches and claw swipes that left the weaker boy gasping for air.
Harrison, however, was aware that he could not allow this emerging entity to become aware of its potential and pose a threat to the organization he serves.
After a minute, Harrison cleaned his face of blood that had covered his entire body and glanced at Brandon's unidentified body.
Brandon's ear was pulled off, bleeding freely like his open stomach region as his intestines and other parts were exposed, but his wooden limbs were still intact.
Despite Harrison's best efforts to break them apart, the wooden objects stayed intact. Even when he attempted to hit them with his strong claws, they resisted him completely. He simply let them go after he had completely harmed the youngster.
Harrison grinned and remarked, "Well, that was exciting." His red eyes continued to shine brighter.
Small rodents with black and grey fur dropped out of the cylinder, making screeching and squeaking noises in the tunnels around them. Climbing each other as they ran down toward Harrison, who raised his hand as a signal to stop, they all came to a halt and elevated their small bodies to stare at Harrison, while some remained in the tunnels.
They formed a circle around Harrison and, while Brandon's dark eyes were fixed on nothing, they pummeled him.
"Why do I lose?" Brandon asked himself, his ears tearing a little bit so he could hear some squeaks and smell something commonplace and plain. He had been ignoring the odor of filth, urine, and wet rats for quite some time now.
After repeatedly failing to grasp that there are stronger people in this world who are able to see through the plans and methods of the weak, Brandon gave up on his belief that he could win this fight due to his expertise and training.
He was weak, and when weak people run on Earth, their objective is to hide from the Strong's inquisitive gaze.
We can win and lose at different times. Brandon fled the island after losing and hid in the powerful people's shadows.
The powerful throw wide shadows that can be hurdles for the weak and broken, but when you gather in the shadow of the strong, you can become strong simply by waiting and learning from the ignorant of the strong, and you will finally be strong if you learn how the strong work and you will learn from the example.
Brandon did have a goal for this place, and that was to eliminate the threat to his newfound freedom. He wanted to yell to the sky and tell the original owner that he shouldn't have been arrogant and naive. He wanted to ask him why he should be in his shoes, which he couldn't fit into.
"That's it, I don't fit in, and what can I do when my shoes are too small for me?" He questioned himself, to which he answered,
"You purchase new ones." or donate.
Lesley understood that he had to live up to his word and reap the rewards of reincarnation all the way to the end. God had given him another opportunity at life, and he was going to seize it by the horns.
Lesley died on Earth; whomever buried or discarded his body is only a remembrance of a previous life. Wilson didn't want to die here, consumed by a non-human creature like this vampire and his pet rodents, because Dorn is no longer with him.
A voice abruptly entered his mind, saying, "Well, that was a terrible use of newly found power."
Brandon's mouth was frozen, only able to respond mentally:
"Terrible use huh, what is the correct way to use it?"
With a little laugh, the speaker continued,
"The curse has its rules, and I apologize for not explaining, but as an apology, I will show you the true way to use this power."
Brandon said, "Really? Why didn't you tell me then?"
"Because I want them to know that I was helping you"
"Who are they?" Brandon inquired, recalling a brief exchange in which the speaker mentioned that they would see him if he didn't close his eyes.
"A few unfortunates that followed me into your body and mind are all that remain. All I can say is that they are both your allies and foes, and you should avoid asking about them.
I'll tell you about them eventually, but not now. Okay, I'll take over your body for around five minutes to show you how to use the boon of having the power of a curse within you to strengthen yourself and have an advantageous approach that no one knows."
The voice paused, then continued, saying:
"I have no ill intention against you at all, if I had any, I would have taken your body the same way you took Brandon Wilson's body, sergeant Lesley Dorn" After hearing this, Brandon was confronted by a dim object obscuring his eyes and a fuzzy face.
Then there was a smooth, unsettling sound, like someone turning on an old-fashioned television with static.
Brandon saw a vision of Harrison von Yin looking at him with dripping sweat and a frightened smile on his face as he stated,
"Monster"
Hearing the word confused and shocked him, but he did not do anything awful. In actuality, he was already damaged and unable to move; dying was just something he no longer feared because he has no one who will miss him.
But, because he had already died as Lesley Dorn, Brandon didn't need to die at all because he had people waiting for him, his father, Ashley and Alice, or perhaps Adrien, whom he wanted to urge to build himself up by fleeing the non-immediate threat.
He had people, and he had now made a bargain with the Devil to make this work. He understood somehow that he had to observe and assess the effects of a power that had been promised at work.
The noises of bones and wood breaking could be heard as Harrison snatched a rat from the group and squeezed it till blood and inners flowed out, the blood dried up in his hand, his eyes shined again, and the light faded.
He could hear and see where the sound was coming from because of the rodent watchers' shared sense capacity; he was astonished by the boy rising up, but he didn't care.
Brandon appeared to have been strung up to stand like a puppet under the control of a puppeteer, despite the fact that his lifeless body was broken. His hands and legs appeared polished and unharmed, but the rest of his body was fractured, and his eyes were dim.
At this, Harrison was amused and horrified at the same time. He knew that there was something weird about his sudden win and wanted to prepare for the second act by absorbing the rats' blood to use as spell batteries to finish the fight.
In his head, he wanted to project confidence and supremacy, but his body trembled slightly. This was an instinctive recognition; powerful people share this sense to gauge each other's strength solely via their emotions.
He was unable to speak, saying only this:
"Monster"
Brandon saw him there; his eyes brightened and became purple. His skin was now turning a light brown, resembling wooden sculpture, with grooves and contour patterns appearing.
His body now resembled a porcelain doll with wooden characteristics, and an assortment of groves, wood, and leaves began to grow on his head, forming a crown.
As he removed his palm, the residual print began to alter his human and Elf features, becoming a mask that resembled a stoic and silent warrior who considered communicating as worthless.
When he saw this, Harrison had a vague memory of reading a book about the monsters discovered in Tear Gate as a child.
This creature was viewed as the resource chameleon of society. For no other reason than this monster, which pretended to be trees in order to attract and fool humans and other wildlife, companies ceased cutting trees to avoid cutting trees.
Harrison said the word that was written in Elven:
"Tree-yin"