Dorian was about to wake up, and Belarus could tell; he smiled because of this, but Roach, the compelled, mistook it for mockery.
"What are you smiling for! Somebody give me the shotgun!"
No, point blank, Belarus thought. I won't survive this much longer; wake up already, kid.
One of the men handed Roach the shotgun; he growled and cocked the gun; it's about time, pig; he pointed the gun at his face.
"So are ya quick enough huh!? Tell me piggy!? It's either you or the kid. You either block your face, and he gets hit, or you cover him, and you get hit, so which will it be?"
"Coward!" Belarus cursed at him
Roach laughed and grinned, and then he said
"We're all criminals here, pig, don't expect honor amongst thieves."
He pulled the trigger and Dorian lit up. Oh no, Belarus, though; sorry, I couldn't hold on, kid.
In a flash the sound of an explosion echoed between them, blood spattered everywhere.
Roach had seen a green flash, then a bust of life and the splash of blood but now shrapnels were stuck to his face.
Belarus opened his eyes and saw Dorian in mid-air amidst a floating sea of blood. He had blocked the end of the barrel with his right hand at the last moment causing the gun to explode and his hand to shatter to pieces into the sea of blood.
How'd he get here so fast, Belarus said.
In a quick move, he grabbed Dorian off the air and threw him backward away from the direct reach of the crew. Dorian eyes were glowing green but they soon faded away. He had moved without even knowing.
Roach was falling backward with the blown-up gun in hand and shrapnel in his face and body. With his men distracted, Belarus realizes his opportunity and leaps into the boat.
The gang is unable to react quickly enough, and Belarus kicks the falling roach in the chest, sending him flying toward the rear end of the boat.
He quickly grabs the pouch full of tokens from one of the men and throws it at Dorian. It lands just beside him.
The men began to shoot him, and he kicked Dorian's boat forward, creating another gap, giving the injured Dorian time to drop a token in the Styx.
"Go get the pouch!"Roach screamed at them, and like subdued dogs, they willingly followed without question. They tried to go after Dorian, but Belarus pushed them all back while taking fire.
He stretched out his arms to cover Dorian.
"No!" Dorian screamed at him. "Don't do this."
"Kid, do me a favor. If I die here, sell yourself at the black market and drop the money at my grave, there's a lot of people I owe in heaven."
Hellena, if you truly believe in the future, if you truly believe that with him, something can change, then I'm willing to bet on that. I just never thought I'd be betting my life.
"Quick!" He screamed at Dorian. "Use the tokens!"
That's funny, I don't even know his name
Dorian nodded and quickly grabbed the pouch with his good hand; he bit off the lace tied around it and dumped the whole thing on the floor.
He could hear gunfire from the boat; Belarus was being blown away but was still standing. He took a couple of tokens off the floor and dumbed it by the side of the boat.
"Full speed ahead," Dorian said.
A roaring torrent began to build up under the boat, but he could still clearly hear the gunfire. The boat shot out at a great speed. He turned back and looked and watched Belarus, he still had his arms stretched out, trying to cover him even though he was gone.
He watched him get smaller and smaller, and for a moment, he thought he saw him waver a little like he was about to fall, but he convinced himself it was only in his mind.
He had tears in his eyes over someone he was sure would have sold him if they made it to Doom City.
Dorian slowly fades into a sleep due to his injured arm, it was blown up to the base of his wrist, coupled with the fact that he wasn't fully healed when the immortal eye was activated.
As he drifted to sleep he wondered about the strange energy he felt when he blocked the shot
Saving someone? Is that what made me feel like that?
After what seemed like a long while, he felt the intensity of a bright light as it illuminated his eyelids, he opened his eyes and saw that he had made it to the end of the Styx, but a woman was standing at the port with a blade in front of her, it was pierced into the ground.
He wondered who she might be. She had a black cloak over her shoulders, but she wasn't hiding her face as the hood was down, and her hair was neatly pulled to her back and warped together, held beautifully with pins.
She wore circular glasses with golden rims that matched the color of her blade. Dorian could feel a quiet danger about her, and as he got closer, he noticed her eyes were turned down as she stood there like a royal guard, a sort of sentry of the styx.
He saw her thigh-length leather stockings, held up by black chains that connected them to what looked like black lingerie but were completely made of leather and covered everything it needed to.
Dorian blushed more and more the closer he got to her; it seemed the ride wouldn't come to an end.
Dorian wondered about her odd look, she was wearing white clothes with puffy sleeves that made her look like she was from the Victorian era.
Dorian couldn't look away, he didn't even notice that the whole light in the room came from a large ball of fire that looked like a miniature sun, floating about five feet over her head.
The boat bumped into the port; she stood there quietly. Dorian just looked up at her, a bit too stunned to speak. She had a gentle sexiness about her, and he could feel that exuding out of her.
She slowly opened her faint red lips, with her eyes down, and with him looking up at her he could see the blackness in her eyes
The first few words that left her lips passed by him in a haze; he couldn't pick them up. He was too unfocused as he stared at her bright face.
Dorian realized he had made a fool of himself then she smiled in a reserved manner and said
"You're the sin, right?"