Rooted in place, young Jake immediately did a double take in his mind. He stood, shocked in awe and horror, as he realised the implications behind this revelation. Without anyone noticing anything odd about his behaviour, he took ahold of Grud's shoulder, and walked quickly towards the exit.
"What's wrong with you, why you doing this, lemme go!" The longer Jake dragged away Grud, the ruder the goblin became, as he started to struggle to breathe. Others started to notice this situation, and started to point fingers at them, believing that the young goblin must have stolen one of the latest explosives from the exhibition, again.
Thank God for the fact that their innate stereotype is helping me escape from here. Can't let anyone find out I own the book, if it is the book.
While Jake is dragging Grud away with him out of the museum, chaos slowly crept closer towards the museum.
Parents are seen walking with their kids along the lawn outside the museum, educating them on the rich history, and the mystery, of their world, with the rich knowledge of the previous era's and dynasties. Vendors set up carts outside, near the steps, catering to the patents and their unruly children, selling delicious hot pot noodles, stretchy cotton gummies which melt in your mouths, and cheap, greasy cowpy sandwiches. Life has never been more idyllic than this.
Grodez was walking with his parents, when his dad decided to go and get his favourite bullslug slime ice cream, mossy flavoured. As he was walking down the sidewalk, he bumped into trench coat wearing being, face hidden in a large fedora hat though he could not perceive him, the dark atmosphere emanating from his body made him stand on edge, hair slowly rising in his arms.
"Woo are yu?" Quivering, the young insectoid questioned. He tried his best not to pee his pants, trying to stand tall and brave (in his opinion). The being, face unrecognisable, just looked down, and flicked his finger.
The young insectoid burst into a shower of green blood, skin, and organs.
A deafening moment later, screams were heard across the entire area, with stampedes being created across every region of the museum. The father, holding a cone of ice cream, managed to push his way towards where his son was, only to collapse in shock where Grodez once stood, mumbling "Sweetie... my Groddy... where are you? Hehehehehe, it's only a bad dream, right? Right? Right?..." Tears stream out of his eyes, as he denies the reality in front of him.
Meanwhile, the being just struts its way into the museum, taking great pride in what he had done. No one dared to block its way, for even if they had not seen its deed, it's very presence inspired fear and dread in them, unconsciously parting the way for it.
Jake and Grud are nearly out of the museum, when all of a sudden, the wall next to them blew up, debris shooting everywhere. Being nearest to it, they were luckily not that harmed, as somehow a large stuffed bio-organic teddy cyborg had managed to block most of the attack. Even though they were safe, the blast still knocked them both unconscious.
As it walked, it sensed two people, recognising them as mere boys, but deemed them unworthy of it's attention.
It had bigger fish to fry.
After walking fifteen minutes in, it found its destination. It strode towards the exhibition hall, where nobody seems to have realized that an attack had taken place. It got close to the door, and ripped of the explosion proof door, flinging it across the exhibition hall. As it walked in, It conducted a thorough search of the entire room, before walking towards the podium.
The speaker, the archaeologist, trembled in fear as it inched closer, before asking her simply, in a monotonous voice, "I believe you have something that belongs to me. Now, be a good girl, and give it to me." As the being was asking, the speaker looked up, and saw it's face. She recognised him, and gasped in horror as she realized who it was, "Neil Harketh, the Darkest Hour. W-what are you doing here?" The being, Neil Harketh, just sighed slightly in annoyance, before slapping her in the face with a hand conjured in darkness. The shadow hand then grabbed her by the throat, and lifted her up.
As she was choking, he got closer to her, before saying "I don't like to repeat myself. Now, tell me, where is it again. If you don't tell me, my, let's say, 'friends', from the other side won't mind getting the answer, and you. Won't. Like. It. At. All."
She struggled with all her might, before realizing that it was simply pointless. She knew he would kill her, so in a final act.of defiance, she pretended that she had succumbed. As he leaned in closer to hear it, she looked up, and spat in his face.
Enraged, Neil conjured spikes of darkness. "I don't like messy things, but you, you have successfully enraged me. Congratulations, you have earned my favourite way of killing, a slow, painful death, with spikes going up from your posterior, slowly going up, until it reaches your brain. You'll feel all of the pain as it goes up, and the screams you will give, will be the most beautiful music I will ever hear, for today that is." He finishes with a chuckle as he sees the blood draining from her face, fear etching in her eyes. Just as he is about to insert the spikes, he hears a childish voice.
"Leave the beautiful Miss alone, you unholy being!"