23 Transpiration Lock (1/2)

”Death, save me.” I groaned, doing my best to sink low and hide from Gavin's view.

”Famine.” Death sighed and turned to face Gavin.

”I humbly apologize for my baby brother's rudeness.”

I yelped when Death hauled me to my feet and forced my head in an apologetic bow with him.

”Okay then.” Gavin relaxed his expression and sat back down.

Death nodded and pushed me back down to the bench with a frown.

”Sorry, for the intrusion.” He apologized to Deacon when he sat back down.

Deacon chuckled. ”You are a good big brother aren't you?”

”Well, Famine, since you interrupted our meeting, let's discuss on our next point. Come up here and stand next to Our Lieutenant Colonel,” Deacon said when his chuckles had subsided.

I glanced to Leinard whose expression was his usual seriousness. I felt awkward and tense by it.

”Oh, no, it's okay if I just continue to sit here.”

”Famine. It wasn't an option.” Deacon firmly responded.

_”You've done it now.”_Wilfred chuckled in my mind.

_”Nice knowing you._” Jensen telepathically joked.

_”Famisto. Why yah keep getting in these situations?_” War sighed.

I growled at their stupid expressions.

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”Fine!” I pouted as I took to the stage a few paces behind Leinard.

_”Famine. Do I have a disease? Stand next to me.”_ Leinard telepathically ordered me.

I rolled my eyes and lifted my head to the ever-changing sky as I a.s.sumed a place next to him.

”Hey!” I yelped when he drew me closer, so are arms were almost touching.

I felt an intense animosity focused on me from somewhere in the crowd.

Deacon turned his attention on me. ”Famine. I need to know what you saw when you were pulling Leinard out of the Primary Core and what happened to Gat s.h.i.+em.”

”Um, sorry?” I gulped at the hard stare the man was giving me.

I felt my head being p.r.i.c.ked and pulled at. My cheeks, back of my ears and all down my neck was burning up as I felt a throbbing ache attack my temples and pressure points near my eyes and ears.

”Stop it!” Death shouted, heaving for breath.

He left the bench to stand next to me on the stage. I fell into his arms from the overwhelming pain I was unable to hold in.

”I had a feeling you were up to something.” He glared at Leinard and added with a low whisper that only he could hear. ”If you or your men so much as hurt my brothers, I will recompensate that hurt tenfold.”

Leinard didn't respond.

”It's okay Death. I'm okay.” I rea.s.sured him when I regained my balance.

”Tell us what you know, Famine. I won't press into your mind.” Deacon soberly ordered.

I glanced to the audience and felt their tension. I noticed that War had also stepped onto the stage to take a place behind me.

Deacon's narrow eyes. His calculating grin made me uneasy.

”Well, since all three Gat s.h.i.+em brothers are on stage. Let's see the truth of our situation.” Deacon seemed to have changed his tactics.

”Aktibatu transpiration blokeatzea!” His deep voice bellowed out across the stage.

The floor vibrated and hissed.

”What?!” I shouted when lines of white hard light roped around my limbs to locked them into place. I couldn't move.

I looked to Death and War and saw they were rooted to their spots as well with lines of white light from the moonstone floor wrapped around them.

My breath laboured against my chest and eyes narrowed when I saw Leinard and Deacon had a.s.sumed the spot on the benches we had been previously filling.

The moonstone shone to an intense white, burning against my retinas.

”Show us Gat s.h.i.+em and then the Primary Core.” Deacon ordered us.

Lighting struck my brain, causing my voice to cry out.

”Hold it together Famine!” Death called out to me.

I heard him say that we were in a Transpiration Lock. It was a form of telepathy that forced out images from a creature's brain, so it could be played out on the stage. The moonstone was embedded with semblance and force magic, which evoked a memory extraction spell once it was activated by a trigger spell.

_”Famisto. Do Mus.h.i.+n. It won't hurt.”_ War's voice soothed the tension I felt in my mind.

I focused on breathing and seeing without seeing until my mind became a sheet of white. The pain I felt eased into a feeling of swimming about warm waters.

Gradually white eased into colour and a vision of Gat s.h.i.+em as I fondly remembered it appeared.

---[Memory Extraction Start]

I was enjoying the placid lull about the Butsudan Hall's wide verandah, feeling my heart purified as I entered the wors.h.i.+p hall and padded down the cool strip of floorboards that lead to our deity. I offered my thanks before a glorious gold and dark stone sitting Buddha enshrined within nature's splendour of various coloured flowers and lush foliage.

”Life's good, please keep it this way.” I sealed my prayer with a clap; the sound echoing around the hall.

The smell of woody incense burning at the shrine filled my head with peace and a feeling of nostalgia. I relished the gentle rays of daylight warming the top of my head, which was bowed at Buddha's feet.

”It's nice, the earnest prayers from youngsters.” I heard a papery voice behind me.