Tarous, стр. 38

We followed the old man and the young girl until we arrived at a large empty room. The old man motioned us inside where the young girl from before stood beside him. She was the one that only a second ago was trying to knife the guy.

“This is Emily. She will assess your current abilities or lack thereof. No reason for the human to be tested since it would only be a waste of our precious time.”

I could tell that Tarous was regretting the fact that Emily had failed to stab the old man to death.

Instead of speaking, Emily’s eyes briefly glowed red then turned solid black. After that she smiled. It was even creepier than her eye color changing trick.

Still without speaking or even motioning for me to move, she walked over to me and punched me in the face. As my head snapped backwards she grabbed it and snatched it downwards while at the same time she raised her knee. When her knee met my face a cracking sound could be heard. I fell backwards and landed on my back. Emily immediately bounced on me and began to stomp me in the face and groin. The pain was intense so I turned into a black puddle immediately.

Since she couldn’t effectively kick a puddle, she tossed a fireball into my black liquid form. A whoosh sound could be heard as I went up in flames. Rasks are highly flammable.

“Pathetic,” said Emily. “He’s too weak to be ranked.”

“Edward, are you ok?” Jeb asked.

Then in an act of sheer bravery, or complete stupidity, Jeb looked Emily in the eye.

“Flat chest.”

She made fists with both her hands and the sound of her knuckles popping was clearly audible.

“What did you just say?” she asked. She looked pissed.

“Flat chest,” repeated Jeb.

Before anyone could even move, Emily closed the distance and punched Jeb in the face as well. When he fell to the ground she grabbed him by his mohawk and dragged him out of the room.

“We lose the most students because of her,” mumbled the old man, who gave a silent prayer for Jeb.

The old man looked over at Tarous and Mary. I was still on the ground on fire and in agony. Tarous walked over and did his best to beat out the flames. Mary turned and looked in the direction that Jeb had been dragged off.

“Die well my friend,” she mumbled as she listened to the screams in the distance.

“Poor guy, he will be missed,” said the old man as he wiped away an imaginary tear and slowly began to inch away. “It seems like just yesterday his bright smiled filled this castle with joy.”

The old man began to quietly leave the room in an attempt to escape any responsibility for Jeb.

“Oh no you don’t. This entire mess is your fault!” Tarous yelled at him and grabbed him by the shoulder while he was in the process of sneaking away.

“Is it?” asked the old man in a dazed voice. He looked left and right as if he wasn’t sure Tarous was talking to him.

“Yes, this entire mess is entirely your fault,” Tarous yelled at him again, still holding him in place.

“Who are you sunny? Where am I? Who am I?” he continued to speak in a dazed and confused voice as he slowly tried to inch away again.

“You’re not running away. You’re coming with me, old man, to help me rescue Jeb from Emily!”

“Please don’t! I’m still a young monster of only 803 years. I have several things left to do in life, like have a threesome,” he begged. “What if Emily kills me?”

“Then I’ll go to your funeral and I’ll leave some nice, pretty flowers on your grave. Maybe daisies. I like daisies. Everyone likes daisies,” replied Tarous.

“Wait, who am I? Where am I?” he looked around in a dazed, confused way once again. He became even more frantic.

“You’re not senile, so cut that crap out. And you could never find any woman to sleep with you, much less two. So let’s go.” Tarous turned him towards the direction Emily had gone. He gave him a good kick in the butt for added emphasis.

The old man stumbled towards the correct direction. At that moment a charred body appeared in mid-air and fell down in front of us.

“I’m done with him. You can have him back.” Emily’s voice could be heard, but she couldn’t be seen. It echoed in the hallway as if God had spoken to us.

Tarous, Mary, and the old man all stood in shock looking at Jeb’s burned unconscious form that had just fallen to the floor. What made it worse is he smelled so good, like fried chicken, which just made everyone all the more upset.