Minutes passed. Elian tried to get out of his bindings but miserably failed, suddenly Elian hears a sound of creaking wood being split open. A shadowy figure emerges from the darkness, a young kid with jet black hair and pointy ears, covered in dirt and holding what looks to be a sharp object. “Who are you?” The kid whispered as he came closer to him, which made Elian, confused the hell out. “What the hell is happening?! Who is this kid? Is he part of this?” Elian ignored his thoughts and tried to reason what was happening, but first,“I think I’m the one who should be asking that question” Elian replied. “Oh I’m sorry my bad, my name is Kit’Enuath, but you can call me Kit” the kid replied. “What’s this kid’s deal? Kitenuwhat? Kit? Now where on a nickname basis now?” Elian said to himself. “Hi? I guess, are you kidnapped too?” He replied. “No, I live here” Kit said. “Live!?” Elian attempts to look around him and try to find a clue that this is a hospitable home and if he ever missed something about his first impression of this room. “Here in this room?” Elian confusedly asked. “No, here in the slums” Kit clarifies. “Wait! What? We’re in the slums!” Elian yelled. “Shhh they might hear you, and yes we are” Kit said. “What the hell?! How long I was out of consciousness? And what the hell is this kid doing here?” Elian thought. “So what are you doing here then?” Elian asked as he tried to make out of this situation again. “I saw them bring you here, I got curious, and so I’m here” Kit explains “Great! He saw us! Somebody from the middle district might also have seen us… wait I can ask him if he could help me, he kinda looks like a good kid” Elian silently prayed. “Can you help me? Escape here?” He asked. “I guess I can” Kit replied. “YES!” Elian yelled in his head.” So who are you? And why have you been kidnapped? Where are you from?” Kit asked while trying to remove the ropes tied to Elian. “I’m Elian, they kidnapped me for ransom or something, and I’m from the inner district” Elian answered as Kit cut the ropes wrapping around Elian’s wrist. “So you’re rich? That’s why, by the way nice to meet you El” Kit said. “El! Who calls me El! The nerve of this kid” El thought. “ELIAN, names ELIAN, and yes, my parents are rich, kind of” El clarifies. “I know, but El is shorter and much cooler though” Kit replied. “Wait…. El sounds kinda cool, I let it slide” El thought to himself. “Fine, call me whatever you want and thank you” El said trying not to sound glad. “Sure no problem, so where are you going now?” Kit asked. “Home? I guess?” El answered.
As the two boys were talking, the door suddenly opened and the Fiendling appeared before them. Seeing what is happening, the Fiendling’s cheerful expression changes quickly to a hungry beast ready to lunge. The two kids know what’s going to happen next and it conveys to them fear and angst making their body shiver to their core. Their knees begin trembling, sweat starts pouring as they look at each other, they agree on something, something they know might not succeed; they’re going to escape this room and live no matter the cost. El can see a drip of sweat slowly rolling down Kit’s face as if time has been slowed down, he could hear his heart beating faster and faster... suddenly Kit quickly moves forward dagger in hand.
Kit managed to attack first, slashing with his dagger but only achieving a scratch on the Fiendling's arm. The Fiendling quickly responded with a powerful kick hitting Kit at his stomach, seeing what just happened, El decided to attack, El knows he cannot give a powerful attack to knock down the enemy in front of them so he ran forward and grabbed the stranger’s left leg to make him an easier target pinning the enemy for Kit’s attack.
Kit can feel a burning sensation in his stomach, nevertheless he got up and slashed again at the stranger, this time he managed to gash deeper…. Blood slashes across the shady room. The Fiendling’s right leg is now bleeding from Kit’s attack making him angrier, The Fiendling had enough of this foolish façade and pulled out his own dagger and tried to strike El who is the easier target however Kit shielded him in the nick of time with his dagger.
Blood with sweat is dripping from both of them, heavy breathing sounds, a stand of endurance between the three, El holding the left leg of the enemy, Kit shielding El with his dagger and The Fiendling with a dagger at hand trying to land his strike at El. A few seconds had passed but for them it feels like hours, still no words have been spoken but they all understand what will happen if they failed this endeavor.
To El and Kit’s horror, they hear the sound of an opening door, if the other stranger comes inside the room now they are doomed. “I can’t hold much longer if it’s the other one…, we’re dead.” El thought. Tragedy strikes the two, it is the other stranger and it looks like he will join the fray. The stranger pulls out his own dagger and closes the door shut, slowly walking towards the three people locked in together. “You are so weak, defeated by two kids Vaniere…” The other Stranger bragged, he then proceeds to kick El’s side. The kick is so strong it knocks him back to the walls. Vaniere the Fiendling repeats the other stranger's action however he kicks Kit in his stomach, making Kit lose consciousness for a few seconds. “Stupid kids! You’re just lucky you landed a hit, and what took you so long Don?” Vaniere stepped his left foot on Kit’s agonizing body, while Don proceeded to go near El then grabbing his head like a hawk clutching its prey. The two continue their conversation like nothing happened. “Who the hell is that urchin and how did he manage to get in here?” Don asked with an irritated tone. “I don’t know, what I know is he’s going to die painfully” replied Vanniere gleefully.
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