Chapter 229: Rise of a Hero Part 8 (2/2)
”I don't know. I have no idea how to read a pager.”
Eve took the device, glossing over it, handing it back. ”It's a rather short message from an unknown number. It just says pictures fury. Does that mean anything?”
”Fury? As in Shane Fury?!”
Eve looked surprised, nodding her head. ”That must be it. Why is he contacting you?”
”Pictures… Say, Eve, would their happen to be any cinemas in this area?”
”I believe there is one. It went bankrupt and shutdown… The Syndicate family brought it out a year ago. You don't think…”
”I do. Shane is inviting us to challenge him. We know of his location; we should tell Hannah and your brother.”
”No,” Eve mentioned. ”We did our research on the high council. Shane was put on there for his brilliant mind and nothing else. He has no such powers of any kind apart from Mortem's. We can easily deal with mortem itself alone. We should move on, Shane, this moment.”
”That does put me a little at ease. Very well, the quicker we get this done, the quicker I can go home.”
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Arriving at the location, the cinema was as abandoned as you'd imagine. Chained up doors and boarded windows. The lights were all turned off, with no sign of anyone being here. Alton stepped on a torn cardboard cut out for a sci-fi movie looking around. ”Why do I feel like this is a trap?”
”Don't worry about that. Mortem is unaware that we are aiding you. If this is such, then I shall teleport us both out immediately.”
”Right…” Alton whispered, seeing a small light cracking through a broken wall from one of the screenings. Waving his hand, keeping silent, Eve noticed as the two moved in on the screening room. Hiding behind the door, Alton crouched down, pointing up. ”Get to a better vantage point and await my signal. We'll get the drop on him before he knows it.”
Eve nodded, jumping high into the broken building, moving between the bannisters to her target. Alton pushed the doors open, seeing an old black and white film playing of a young girl and a dog on a farm. Walking in, Alton spotted Shane sitting in the front row with a bag of popcorn. ”I'm glad you got my message, Alton Brantley. Come sit; the movie is just beginning.” Alton walked over, keeping his distance staring at Shane uneasy. ”This film's a classic. Like you, the girl is transported to another world where she must find a way home. I've watched this so many times growing up, but there's one thing that always bothered me. The world she found herself in was so perfect and ideal. Why would she ever want to leave? You're in that same boat, right, Alton? The world you come from is a wasteland of its former self. You like it here, correct?”
”It's hard not to be wrapped in the atmosphere. Not always having to fear who's out there to kill me is a blessing in disguise.”
”I'm glad we're on the same page here. Tell why would you ever want to leave then? You could live here if you want? We'd leave you and that lass roommate of yours if you gave up this silly crusade of yours. You could live in peace a happy, carefree life. One free of pain and torment, you could be happy, Alton. How does that sound?”
Crossing his arms, Alton nodded to the idea. ”It does sound promising. Too good to be true when in turn, it isn't. But here's the thing, I'm not here to live out a fake life. I'd rather fight and put my life on the line in my own world for a chance at that way of life with the people who mean the world to me.”
”I see. I suppose there was no way of changing your mind. Very well. Shall we begin then?”
Shane stood up as Alton held his hand out. ”Don't even try it Mortem, I'm already well aware of the truth; Shane has no powers. You have no chance.”
”Do I now?” Shane grumbled, rolling his sleeve back, adjusting his tie, tearing it off, dropping it on his seat throwing the last piece of popcorn in his mouth. ”Say, how long is your friend going to hide up there for?”
Eve fell, slashing Shane down with her scythe, which was more significant than her whole body. Standing on serval chairs, she turned. ”Mortem's pawn eliminated.”
”Am I now?” Shane replied, standing back up unharmed. ”Jumping to conclusions, are we not?”
”Impossible… How?”
Shane grinned, taking his shirt off, showing his wounds healing instantly. The clothes he was just wearing morphed into his body as dozens of micromachines healed him. ”I'm the brains of the family, correct? You didn't think I wouldn't happen to have a backup to fight the likes of you, Eve? Nanomachines girl.” Alton gritted his teeth, rushing forward, throwing a punch. Shane avoided the attack punching Alton back, knocking him to the ground. Hopping on the spot, Shane curled his fists together, ready to fight. ”You came here alone, expecting to defeat me with no problems at all. Allow me to prove you very wrong as I kill both of you right here and right now.”