Knight Of Pensylon: Rise Of The Cavalier
Chapter 15 - White

"Ch-Christina?"

My sister's in the furnace. It was clear his body would not fit, but forced into that place.

His eyes were not perfectly closed, he kept staring blankly. Like his body that was separated from his soul.

The tears on my face are getting bigger. My crying is unstoppable. The hot air of fire around also did not help at all.

BRUK!!!

The roof of my house collapsed, it would definitely hit me if I was late to dodge for a while.

Dugm!

"Ouch!"

My head hit the kitchen table just now. I didn't expect that this rickety table would be hard if my head hit it.

The tring! The tring!

Whatisit?

A piece of metal that is slightly orange. The thing that I never allowed anyone to hold except myself and Dad. A very dangerous thing.

Things I can use to defend myself and get out of here.

Css...

I grabbed it quickly without hesitation. The sound of the chanting was created from that hot thing that burned my right hand.

"Ah, fuck!"

Without hesitation, I tore off a little bit of my torn clothes, then I wrapped it around the handle of the thing so I could hold it.

It was still hot, but at least this time I felt no pain at all while holding it.

BRUK!

A loud voice rang out again, but this time it came from the front door. Someone has come in here, and I think he knows I'm in here.

"I KNOW YOU'RE INSIDE, RANCID BOY! OUT NOW!!"

Confidently I stood up from that place, and watched the source of the voice. Just to sit back and try to hide.

Why that? It's simple, it turns out that the person is not alone. Behind him, there were five heavily armed human figures that would certainly make the guts of a fourteen-year-old child like me disappear into the earth.

Why are there five people in my house?

Why did it take five people to look for me?

Why are there five people trying to kill me?

"AHAH!! I SAW YOU JUST NOW! I'LL KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!"

This how finally? Am I going to die? This fast? I haven't even started thinking about plans for Wheatville yet.

Will I disappoint my friends? Will I follow my family? Will I be remembered only as a victim of all this madness?

Am I going to die? I suppose.

At least, before I die. I want to go back to the sky that witnessed my promise to Norman and Victoria. Now, what was blocking me from the sky out there was just this wooden window.

Wait a minute, the window. Therehewas. I can escape through the window-shelf

But what's the point? My family's dead, Norman's away from here, and Victoria I don't know what her fate is.

If I manage to escape from this situation, then what can I do?

I closed my eyes, accompanied by the sound of burning fire and the footsteps getting louder. Pondering for at least my last few moments.

"Right in the future, you'll know..."

Daddy's! That's her!

I have not seen my father in this house at all! He must not have been home when this madness occurred! My father is alive! He must be alive! I have to find him!

I'm sorry, crazy gentlemen who want to kill me. I still have a father to find, and I'll look for him right now!

The tep! The tep! The tep! BRACKET!

With a knife in my hand, and a run that would have gotten me to care for my mother if she was still alive, I ran out through the window of this house.

Grusuk's!

I landed on the grass, rising cautiously because I had a sharp object in my grasp. It's not funny if I get hurt or even die from getting stabbed by my own gun, is it?

"Dad, wait for me! I'm coming!" my thinking.

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The chaos in the house seemed to make me a target in this pursuit. I could feel the more I was away from that house...

More and more people are chasing me now.

"SPIRIT!" myrag.

But, as I thought. The horse did not appear on the spot at all. He must have seen those people and listened to my words to escape just after he saw them.

Hence, without a doubt I hid in a pile of hay. Not long after, the men approached.

"Ah, dammit! Where did the kid go?"

"I don't know! But I'll bet I saw him here!"

"Hey! What are you guys doing here?!"

"We found a kid just now, but he ran away and he seemed to be in-"

"We don't have time to find the boy, Mr. Ace told us to vacate the place immediately."

Mr Ace? Who her? Somehow even though I've heard of someone with that name in Pensylon, it feels a little strange in the ear as if...

Whoever Ace is referring to this, he's not from Pensylon.

"What about his son?"

"Forget it about the kid! Just find the one!"

Those people left, lucky they had no thoughts of burning this haystack at all. Because if so, I would definitely be the same fate as Chris.

Aw, Chris. My poor little sister...

"Spirit has run away, I don't see any other people around either. It seems like this time I'm really alone here." I said slowly as I came out of the hay carefully.

I am alone against all the dangers that are preparing to send me to the Soul of Pensylon in this place. With a very distant purpose, but I must fulfill it for my father's sake.

Mr. Clint's crater, where he was repairing his scarecrow.

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For the Soul of Pensylon, they're getting more and more! I'd love to finish them all off, but what is my day?

All I have right now is a knife that I think is dull because every time you use it, sometimes you complain because the knife is less sharp.

They have axes, swords, even bow arrows. Facing all of them with one blunt knife in person was tantamount to suicide.

I've been sneaking around so far. I can't let them know where I am.

"LET'S HURRY!"

Whose scream is that?

From behind the burning house, I watched the men drive some average Wheatville residents chained and armed with sharp weapons.

Where will they be taken?

I'm sorry, I can't sympathize with that. I had to make sure first whether or not there was my father among those people.

Mr. Miles, Mr. Rivers, Mr. McLaughlin, Mr. Phillips, Mr. Clint. Mrs Rivers, Mrs Lennon, Mrs Bale, Mrs Smith, Mrs Clint, they all raised their hands while walking while squatting like a duck.

No father, thank goodness.

BRUK!

"Ouch!"

Damnit damnit! I hit someone. My knife fell, but when I wanted to take it...

"Hmm?" That person glanced at me who was still falling holding onto my forehead which was actually still a little sore.

The man did not wear a suit of armor like the others. But he looks very awkward.

The body is white, completely white. Her hair is white too. Even his eyes are white. As if, this person was an image of a human sketch on a white paper that lived into the real world.

"Well, there is something left."

Damn, apparently he was one of those who wanted to kill me!

GREB!

That guy choked me on the ground. His face approached me, and he said.

"It's unfortunate you're a boy. If only you were a girl, I could do the same thing as everyone else!"

Theothers? Meanin? All the women in this village, what did they do to them? You mean they're all dead? How about Victo-

JLB!

"YAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

The man found the knife I dropped just now. And then I thrust it into my left arm. Because it was dull, the knife even made me feel even more pain.

BUGS!

He punched me in the face, instantly making me stop screaming. After that, he again choked my neck.

"Your screams are loud too, son. Too bad that scream was gonna be your last scream."

Me, I can't breathe. I tried to fight back, but what power? My right hand alone is not enough to stop this giggling.

My left arm was pierced by a knife, just to move it was difficult.

Is this the end of my life story? I'm not even halfway to Mr. Clint's house yet. I just want to know about my dad after all this.

Oh Pensylon Soul, is that too hard to ask for?

WWHHOOOOFFFF!!

The fire next to me grew. It seemed that the fire had hit this man's face. Made her let go of her giggles at me and hold her face with both hands.

"YAAAHHHH!!!! FUCKING FIRE!" objurgation.

Here you go, my chance!

I pulled out the knife in my left arm, and I shouted loudly...

"DIE THERE YOU!!!"

JLB!

I stabbed him right in the chest.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

The man shouted, this knife would definitely make him die if it were not dull. Did I stop? Sure didn't. I pulled the knife, and then...

JLB!

I threw it again, this time in his stomach.

"YAHHHH!!!"

Feel that. I'm not done yet!

JLB!

Arms.

"aaa... Haa... Haa..."

The man began to cry, enduring the pain he felt. Of course, I won't stop there.

JLB!

Foot.

"PLEASE STOP!!!"

I'll never stop.

JLB!

Stomachs.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

Die there.

JLB! JLB! JLB!

"Ohhh..."

Get out of this world.

JLB! JLB! JLB!

"Bright..."

Why aren't you dead yet?!

JLB! JLB! JLB!

"Well... Huh... Huh..."

You dick! JUST DIE THERE!

JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB! JLB!

Die down! Die down! Die down! Die down! Die down! Die down! Die down! Die down!

DIE YOU SON OF SATAN!!!

"Well... Huh... Huh..."

The man in front of me is dead. He no longer screams, begs for mercy, or anything else that lets me know he's alive. Just breathe she is no longer able to.

I'mtired. I stabbed him quite often. My own face was already blocked by the white liquid coming out of his body.

"Lady! What is this liquid, it feels like." I said spewing out the white liquid from the man's body that entered my mouth.

When I saw the white liquid, I thought it would taste like milk. But when I tried it felt like...

The blood?

Wait, this is really blood? Why is everything that this person has white?

Is this how the person who kills another sees the blood of his victim? White as milk?

Tests. Tests. Tests.

Water began to fall from the sky, drop by drop. Until a few seconds later the droplets are more and more every time.

Shit, I have to hurry back. The rain began to fall, and the man before me would certainly make his other comrades suspicious.

Obviously, I need to get out of this place. Continuing on my way to Mr. Clint's paddy field, my father was waiting for me to come there.

Dad, please wait for me. Please, don't die.

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