Freedom Jumper-Chapter 155: No Other Choice
Chapter 155 - No Other Choice
The devilish spies did not bother to mince words, and quickly began sprinting towards their target.
Swords cut the wind in motions to build momentum, and within a matter of seconds blood began to paint the battlefield.
Niko was behind everyone, shooting beams of fire while staring into the distance whenever it became illuminated by the lightning. A small hope that the professors and assistants would soon show themselves was continuously circling in his mind. The only way they survived this ordeal was if that was the case.
Or... If Elijah revealed himself to the close world — to the people who he would inevitably protect.
Niko knew deep down while watching the powerless thirteen year old's being bludgeoned to death, that Elijah was the strongest of anyone among the people here. While his skills were rough around the edges, the unfathomable power he could release if he decided to concentrate a large amount of mana within his fist would prove his spot at the top.
Even if such an attack were to only be made once...
Although, Niko had his own strengths...
If it came down to it, Niko would create a clone of himself while hiding inside a bush — or even playing dead.
Time passed, and more spies had joined the fight. This caused Niko to employ the tactic he so desperately wanted to avoid, and created a clone of himself while running into the dark distance...
Within the illumination of the storm, a thick and dark bush was found, with leaves that would easily cover his body.
However, before he had jumped inside it, he saw his clone being pierced by a black spike that materialized from a familiar boy's hand.
Oliver!
...
From Elijah's viewpoint, it felt as if he had been the one who was stabbed in the back.
Oliver, a black hair and black-eyed boy with a tinge of mystery, turned out to be his worst nightmare. The bringer of death to his best friend...
Likely, this boy was a spy, and also possessed a darkness affinity, which made sense when the memory of Zion's eyes came into his head.
Elijah sped through the trees — breaking many innocent branches in the process. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!"
Bam!
Oliver was slammed into the trunk of a tree, and smiled as he saw tears of grief coming down Elijah's cheeks. This was alongside the blood vessels that began to turn his eyes red, and the glow that began to emanate from his entire body — including his face.
The bringer of death was awakening, and scaring the boy who had just awakened such a beast to slump into the depths of regret.
"I-I had... No choice..." Oliver struggled to speak as his neck began to be crushed by Elijah's inhuman grip.
"Why... Why would you do such a thing..."
Splat!
Elijah had no recollection of what had happened, and was shocked back into reality by cold blood painting his face. And only slumped to the ground as more of the black figures began to chuckle above his head.
"Why does this always have to happen to me? Why does fate seem to always bring me terror and death..." Elijah spoke words of complete fluidity, not shuddering even for a second whilst three elves who stood over him only watched in confusion.
Elijah's face was painted by a mountain of blood, whilst the cold rainfall dripped onto his face from the tree above him. "I just want to live a normal life... go to school... get a girlfriend... grow in power... see the world... and eat good food..."
"But everywhere I go... there is nothing but bloodshed... What will it take to stop this from happening? What!?Will it take!? To stop this from happening!!"
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During this time, Elijah was funneling his anger into his fist without thinking of any possible consequences. Above him were his dealers of death, and throughout his body, was a feeling of numbness.
BOOM!
Rapidly, his ethereal glowing fist that even had small bits of exploding light welling within it — slammed against the ground violently.
His emotions were within the violent strike, and caused the elven spies lunging at him to be filled with vibrations. The earth cracked underneath them, and even two of the struggling spies became trapped in the small cracks of the earth.
This world obviously had a hatred towards Elijah, or rather he himself was magnetic with all of the benevolence he carried. Not his benevolence that was given to him by Esulith, but the true nature of his character that caused him to be contagious to anyone who was lucky enough to have a conversation with him.
This battle had marked something new in Elijah's heart. A possibility that he might have to rid himself from the so-called benevolence people praised him for in his past life. Because of the time he gave to the people of the world, he had not one problem attaining anything he desired — despite the fact that he was a simple man and cared about relationships and health more than anything. No car took his soul, and no woman could fool the trust he had with himself.
Now, having gone through trauma after trauma, he seemed to be developing a new version of himself.
A version that had one goal.
Preserving his own life...
Unfortunately, this also meant that anyone who were to step in his way, would be punished.
Take Oliver for example. Only the gods knew his reason as Elijah had preemptively stolen his life. However, he was obviously working with the elves who had invaded this land, and thus deserved everything that came to him. Just maybe not to the degree Elijah carelessly displayed.
Oliver cared so little that he was keen on helping this plan play out — even to the point of slaughtering his own kind.
While there may have been a motive behind his actions — family being held at gunpoint, he was still a kid who decided it was right to kill the few.
Of course, this was done to save the people he cared about without a damn sent towards the people that would die in their place.
There Elijah was, staring at the three elves who were slowly pulling themselves from the cracked earth. Meanwhile, the side of Elijah's hand bore blood and excess flesh that dripped onto the muddy ground.
Bang!
One second Elijah was levitating above the elves, and the next — after the lightning had fled, he was gone with the wind...
...
"Damn! That guy is a monster!"
Within a thick bush was Jonah Astallac, and Niko Trident.
Evidently, the bush Niko had fled into was where a bloodied and beaten boy who desperately wanted to live was found.
"Yea... I just hope he doesn't think I am truly dead." Niko responded while sitting with his knees to his face. With knowing small parts of Elijah's past, he could only imagine what he was going through.
From a king to a bloodied pawn.
How cruel...
"I guess I shouldn't mess with you either considering that wild ability you have."
"What are you talking about?" Niko did his best to play dumb, but it turned out to be for naught.
"You can't fool me. You created a copy of yourself and hid in the bush..." while Jonah's words were spot on, they still coincided with his own creation ability, which told the story of envy.
And giving him the cold hard truth that there will always be someone better than him in at least one aspect of life.
In this scenario, he was outclassed by pure strength, deception, and maybe even imagination.
Although, if that were to happen, Jonah felt that he may never have the courage to wield his power again — as it is the life of his soul.
What keeps him going within the difficult times a royal has to go through...
