But Gellio only cared for this guy, and he started tightening his grip, making slight yet painful sounds of crunching inside his neck. The bartender gasped for air, his face slowly becoming purple.
“Why don’t you do what I damn tell you?!” Gellio loudly and frustratedly exclaimed, keeping his grip firm on the bartender’s neck.
Gellio then looked back, seeing the bar completely silent, and all the patrons staring at him. It was scary, all the attention on him now. So, he quickly released his grip on the bartender, tightened his cloth around his body, and quickly ran out of the bar.
Damn it, damn it! People know what I am now, the cops are bound to come for me.
Gellio ran and ran. He didn’t look back at the bar, knowing they might just be calling the authorities to take him. He had ruined his chance, his frustrations and pressure getting the better of him. Everything he had gone through, all the pressures he had tried to hide, all released in a few violent moments.
Gellio kept running and running out into the night, still bumping into many people, yet he was lost in his head, still thinking about that encounter all but a few moments ago. His mind went back and forth about what he should've done, how much better it could have been if he just restrained his anger.
Gellio suddenly heard an ear piercing alarm, coming from a nearby building, a bit farther away from the neon blue lights of the city. It reminded him of the alarm of the bomb, the alarm that started everything. Because of that, he stood frozen staring at that building, now seeing a line of people frantically escaping from it. They went as fast as they could, an unseen threat chasing them away from their seeming workplace.
Gellio ran up to it, his cloak fluttering in the wind behind him. He ran up floors, not caring to investigate or perceive what or who were around him. Stares burned in his back, confused sounds of all kinds of people piercing his ears, but he carried on. Something happened here, and he needed a hiding spot for the moment.
Then in one spot, he saw a large piece of metal in front of him. He got closer and closer, and he saw that it was actually a humanoid form. Masculine and with a bit of muscle, but it seemed to be thin. Dark red spots of liquid were in the body, which Gellio instantly recognized as blood. He knew this was one of the people he had been looking for, but he didn’t know what to do to save them. Gellio stood over the form, sweating and thinking about what to do. He didn’t want more attention, especially in this unknown building. But he couldn’t leave this intriguing metal being behind.
That’s when Gellio once again remembered his Hellstone body and the properties Kyle mentioned. He put his hand up to the metal body and started to fuse the metal wounds up with Hellstone. Gellio looked at the body hopefully, yet even if the wounds and blood were retracting, he simply wouldn’t wake up. Gellio tried and tried, but the figure didn’t regain its consciousness.
Another failure in this damn city! First the bar and now this…
Gellio now turned away from the figure, sitting on the ground, hands on his hooded demonic head. He needed time alone right now, closing off the alarm sound, and the footsteps and murmur of the people around him. Gellio wanted this to stop, no more murmuring, no more frustrations, to simply be at peace in his adventure.
He stayed like this, until he heard two rough coughs.
“Who…” the voice said, and then went into a fit of coughs. “Who…who…are you?”
Gellio turned around, and saw that the Hellstone worked perfectly.
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