I quickly got my head out of the trash and reached into my bag. “Your storage was ugly anyway.” I yelled as I threw a black bottle at her feet, which burst and covered her feet with a black oil-like substance. “That storage looked like something offered by a cannibalistic serial killer who likes opera.”

“It didn’t look that bad!” Washer hissed as she tried to walk forward, but the goo was sticky enough for her to be able to. “And that doesn’t excuse you destroying it!” She then lifted her staff, pointed it at me, and a magical arrow fired out of the stone.

I quickly dived over the trash pile for cover, and shortly after, an explosion went off, sending trash crashing into me, knocking me off my feet. I angrily pushed the trash off me, grabbed a good-looking metal pipe, and stood back up, ready to knock her head off.

Washer saw me get up and quickly slammed her staff into the ground. The ground she was standing on immediately began to fly up.

I charged at her as fast as I could, and before she could get too far up, I threw the pipe at her as hard as I could.

“You little shi-,” she could barely get out before a buetiful sounding metal impact filled the area. “Ugh!”

“How that feel, huh!!” I yelled. In response, she threw the pipe right back down at me, and due to me being in the middle of gloating, the pipe hit me in the knee. 

I took a deep breath as I looked up to see if she could see me, and once I knew that she couldn’t, I silently screamed in pain.

“Are you planning on hiding up there the entire time, or are you going to come back down here?!” I yelled through the pain. The floating ground stopped rising, and then a bright green light shone from the top of it. I took a hesitant step back as I began to recognize the spell, and that hesitant step back turned into running after I saw the green magical bow.

“Oh naw! Don’t run! Keep that same energy!” She yelled as she started letting arrows fly. I ran as fast as I could as she started raining down arrows all around. Each arrow that landed sent trash crashing into me, and I could tell that was her full intention.

If she wanted to hit me with that spell, she would. Right now she’s just having fun toying with me.

After another heap of trash flew into my face, I angrily grabbed another mixture and chucked it at my feet. A purple cloud engulfed me, and I continued running, only this time being invisible.

I continued to run back to the sleigh while peeking inside my bag. I let out a worried sigh as I only saw 1 bottle left, and that bottle was filled with Lycan blood.

Maybe I should try to get some from Pazzo.

I leapt over a rusty stove and made it back to the sleigh, in which I was swiftly greeted with a hit to the face from a ladder.

“Why!” I yelled as I fell to the ground, holding my masked face. I looked up to see what had hit me and was met with Escalate, looking down at me, holding his ladder above his head about to finish me off. “Wait! Wait, hold on! It’s me!” I yelled while covering my face.

There was a pause for a second, then Escalate lowered his ladder. “Facial structure recognized. Future warning, try to announce yourself before making your way toward me.” I slowly got up as I began to feel blood dripping from my nose under my mask. I resist the urge to lick it as I ran past Escalate and vaulted onto the sliegh.

I then looked over to where Pazzo was launched to see if I could find him, but all I could see was nothing but random pieces of trash and metal. I let out a huff as I brought my hands to my mouth. “Hey Pazzo! I need you here!” I yelled out.

“I’m right here,” A sinister-sounding voice said to the right of me. I looked over and saw Pazzo grabbing the mysterious coffin and putting it on his back like a backpack. “What’s up?”

“Why are you carrying the casket?” I asked.

He adjusted the casket on his back and gave it a little punch. “Because he’s forcing me to use it a lot earlier than expected.”

“Who do you have in there, your mom?!” I jested. Pazzo stared at me as he continued to adjust the casket. “Wait you have your mom in there?”

“No, and to answer your question, there are chains in this casket, not a body,” Pazzo then paused for a second. “Yet.” He settled.

“What do you mean by next?!” I sputtered.

“I mean, you never know if a grandma gets caught in the crossfire.”

“What, grandma?! Your purposefully going to target the elderly people?”

“What? No!” Pazzo looked at me in shock.

“Why not?” I asked.

Pazzo shook his head in confusion at the words I just said, and honestly, I found that amusing.

“Why not? You want to go around killing the elderly?”

“I mean, if there is one group of people that I vote to get knocked off the life table, it would be the elderly,” I shrugged.

Pazzo gave me a dead stare that almost made me laugh. “You’d choose the elderly… as the first to go.”

“Yep,” I pointed. “And next would be the infant’s”

The world went silent as Pazzo just stared at me with a look of a mix of disappointment and disgust. I then coughed to shield my laugh as Pazzo just threw his hands in the air as he sighed out his words. “What did you need from me for you to call me out in the middle of an attack.”

“Oh yeah,” I snapped as I just remembered, “I need your blood.”

“Why? Are you hurt?”

“Hmm? Oh no, not yet. It’s for something else,” I said while reaching into my bag and pulling out 3 bottles with needles on the top of them. “I’m a blood mage.”

“Oh,” he said while looking me up and down. “That checks out.”

“What was that supposed to mean?” I leaned against the sleigh. Pazzo took one of the bottles and then injected the needle into his shoulder seemingly effortlessly, like he’s used to it.

“I mean that it would make sense that you can use blood magic, because you’re a vampire and all.”He then injected another one effortlessly in his other shoulder.

“That’s pretty racist, Pazzo,” I said plainly.

“How is that” He then paused as he stared at the last bottle. “Oh,” he then stabbed it in his thigh. “My bad.” 

“Oh naw, it’s fine. Make fun of my people’s suffering,” I crossed my arms.

“What suffering? Your white, and vampire, what suffering have you guys even been through?” Pazzo smacked his teeth as he pulled one of the bottles out of his shoulder and placed it in front of me.

I gasped as I placed a hand on my chance. “The suffering of too much privilege, thank you very much.”

Pazzo grunted as he pulled the second bottle out of his body, smoothly out of his body without even as much as a flinch.

“Um, question.” I interrupted as Pazzo was about to pull the last one out.

“What is it?”He slowly pulled the final bottle out.

“Does that not hurt?”

Pazzo paused for a second, then momentarily glanced at the gloves on his hands but quickly reverted his gaze back to me, which made me doubt whether what I saw was false or not. “Eh.” He sighed simply as he placed the bottle of blood with the others.

“Oh yeah,” I said while picking up the beautiful bottle. “This will do.” I whispered as I quickly began to place the bottle’s into my bag.

“But anyway's, where is your brother?”

“Most likely giving the Cyberhusks a run around,” Pazzo said as he gently smacked the sliegh and began walking away. “I’ve got go.”

“Where are you going?”

“I asked him if I get a minute. It’s been 2.”And with that, Pazzo walked away, but not before I caught him looking down at his gloves for a second time.

 I finished placing the bottle into the back, quickly zipped it back up, and began scouting out where Washer had made it to.  I locked on her and saw that she was still trying to get her feet unstuck from the black tar that I hit her with.

“Alright, Escalate, hold down the fort,” I said while hopping down from the sleigh.

“Correction, this is a-” Escalate began, but I simply ran away before he could make that correction. 

As I began to get a good distance away from her, I snuck behind an old, worn-down dresser and began to open the bottle of blood, dip my index finger in the blood, and carefully draw a symbol on my left palm.

After I was done, I peeked around the dresser and aimed my palm at the unaware Washer. I took a deep breath in as I concentrated on one singular spell.

“Blood bolt,” I whispered. As soon as I did that, my glove glowed red, and a red electrical lightning bolt shot out and hit Washer in the back. “Bullseye!” I yelled in excitement.

I was about to go run up and see if she was still functional, but I immediately noticed something was off. She didn’t react. Matter of fact, it seems as though she took no damage at all from the spell, not even her red dress was affected by it.

Washer then turned around and stared at me with a soulless look, then she slowly raised her staff and proceeded to point it at me.

No, not at me. Beside me.

I quickly turned right and was met with a glowing green staff placed directly on my chest and an arrigant looking face of a robot that doesn’t even have a face.

“There’s no way you just did that,” I sighed in disappointment.

“Be glad there wasn’t a chair near here.” Washer laughed, and with that, she blasted me pointed blank, and everything went black. 

I opened my eyes to a sudden impact on my chest. I hunched over, trying to relearn how to breathe, as I looked around for what had hit me in the stomach. I began looking around for the robot who put me in this condition in the first place, but for some reason, she wasn’t here.

“I would have expected her to at least gloat,” I said while clutching my chest. “With her expired Pc head shaped having a-” Before I could finish, my hand hit something solid.

I looked to my left and was surprised to see a strange item, I grabbed the item and slowly examined it. And as I continued to look it over, the more confused I became.

What?