"I know you won't listen, but let me explain anyway." He said, walking to Thomas, whose mouth stretched open, and he drew a sword from it. "You see we kidnapped and killed him and decided to bring you here to kill you too. So predictable it's pathetic and sad, really." He said scoffing. Moto and Marco got furious and stood up ready to fight. "Go on, go ahead." He said.
Moto went first by using SPK to do a piercing force, and Marco accompanied this with Wolf Fangs to merge with it, and it hit the guy in the left shoulder.
Moto went first by using SPK to do a piercing force, and Marco accompanied this with Wolf Fangs to merge with it, and then the guy deflected it, hitting Moto in the shoulder. Moto grasped onto his shoulder as blood dripped from it onto the floor slowly.
"That's the best you got? Just keep attacking; try me." He said, trying to contain his laugh but failing poorly. Marco used Wolf Fangs again to try and attack by spewing purple acid and it hit his face, melting a part of it.
Marco used Wolf Fangs again to try and attack by spewing purple acid and he dodges it and the acid touched the groun deflected and hit Marco, melting his left eye out.
Marco fell on the floor coughing as the acid continued and it started to blind him in that eye. Moto's eyes widen; he must be doing something. How come all of the attacks are coming back to us and not even scratching him, like they were just deflected for no reason at all?
"Are you using something?" Moto asked, pointing at him. "I'm just good at deflecting things with my sword, really. It's my specialty." "You're lying and I know it!" Moto yelled but the guy just smirked.
"Then prove it."
Moto snarled and charged forward and hit him in the face
Moto snarled and charged forward and missed his hit and he used his sword from Thomas, who was still sitting in the corner, to make a gaping wound in Moto's palm.
Moto rolled back
Moto rolled back but he was behind him and Moto managed to dodge again before it could do any damage.
Moto rolled back but he was behind him and shoved the sword down Moto brain but Moto managed to survive. He sighed, annoyed. Moto's eyes widened, and he thought of something of how he might've been able to do this. Blood went down his eyes but instead of panicking, he calmed down.
He realized something. Around him he could see events of reality through the blood of his own determination. Wait, it was not that. He was dying; he was actually going to die soon and his blood. Maybe there was something in his blood that calmed him. He saw movement through reality... events.
But there were some parts where there was nothing, as if it was just erased, he realized. In this very book every event was being written of what they did but what if it was possible to have the power to alter that book, this book? The one that is recording events right now as he speaks. He had the ability to destroy that. He didn't miss those attacks; it was just that something deleted it and had him do it over, like an editor erasing something to fix and change it when something happens that they don't like.
Opening his eyes, he saw a view into the book; it looked like it was being written in chapters featuring him! No, this meant something; he was important. He must've been chosen for something. Moving his eyes he went up and down and couldn't… Whatever was causing it, he had to deflect.
He looked at his surroundings; the guy was charging at him very fast and Moto saw in purple. What were those things floating around...? They looked like light purple bubbles; there were only a few but he felt that there were actually a bunch of them spreading to every part of this existence. If only... If only he could just make it.
He dodged the attack, slicing the guy's cheeks and leaving a scratch. Moto got up and yanked the sword from his head. He noticed it looked perfect. If only in the way of the Force he could deflect these bubbles, avoiding the effect of erasure. But to do that he would need. He felt the book manifest in front of him; he saw the words typed. With all his force, he stopped it.
In a desperate way, he started writing his own words in this book to document it. He would make his own laws. This would be his book now, starting from the rules.
I am allowed to write in this book I do not give anyone else permission for this book except me and myself.
The guy got shocked when his ability didn't work. "H…How?" He said silently. "Your ability won't work. I have forbidden it." Moto said, smiling. But he knew this was not true; doing all of this would cause him to die if he kept it up so he would have to make his death quick.
The guy smiled and pillars formed around, causing some type of maze. "Alright, you're unique. My name is Ray Basucki and I'll just have to use my other ability now. Try and get through this," he said.
Moto went forward in one direction and made it to him and punched him. As Moto read through the continuing writing book, he noticed something. Some actions he couldn't predict. He obviously knew this was some sort of pocket dimension with all these pillars but then a pillar fell on him. Ray smiled and started dancing to the beat but then got shot through the neck by blood. He saw Moto standing, using a cross-shaped rock as a cane. Blood went through him and onto the rock and for a second it looked like Jesus.
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." He said. It was a Bible verse he remembered. He thought of this as a crucifix. And the blood that dripped down from him onto the statue was the sin of him onto Jesus on the cross. The Lord blessed this and he could call it the Soulist based on the name of the book that writes about everything.
With it he could deflect the bubbles deflect everything and be considered nonexistent from reality. He charged at Ray and with nonexistence coming to existence, a big flash of light happened. When that ended, he saw Ray was alive, just knocked out.
I decided to erase some things from this book but story short, I cut off his head and he is still alive. Probably going to bring him to the lab. I could probably turn this into a journal. Actually, no, I'm going to die if I keep writing. Bye.