Chapter 5 of the Thunder Gauntlet

A Chapter by Irish SOaP

Birds sing in the crisp morning. Not a soul in the once busy roads. Market stalls abandoned. I would blow into my fingers, warming them up maybe rub them together but I can’t. The metal glove weighed me down even though it feels like it’s just as heavy as my hand.

After what, a thousand years? Of being brainwashed to support Marble. To kill for them. To accept the fact that they are the ones who kidnapped me to take control of me. I’ll take something from them becasue they kept me away from those who loved me. And I agreed with it!

After the six days to consider what they did to me I decided to chop off the Kings arm and take the Lightning Gauntlet. I smiled at the thought of seeing that person, that monster, in distress. That’s not all I’m going to do though. I’m going to tear down both kingdoms.

Marble didn’t start the war but kidnapping, brainwashing and letting my family die I think they don’t even deserve to exist. Where as Steam Od they wanted, no needed the Dial Aegis becasue they didn’t want to die. So they destroyed land, turning it to mush just so they could have the advantage. They can’t even deal with mortalitly, the rule of life.

I’m finally at the steps to “pure” kings house. Everything is white. I hate white. I glanced over my shoulder. Chrome was waving at me. I grimaced at the thought of him thinking that I’m...I tried to smile, shaky it may be. He just turned back into his shop. I gave a huge sigh of relief.

The king never woke up early, especially this early. I lifted the window up without a care. Not a sound, just as planned. Putting my leg into the room I realised that this place looked very cosy thankfully not a good place for people with one arm.

I licked my lips in anticipation. Suddenly there he was. Just outside the door, next to the stairs, was the King laying in bed. What a weird place to put a bed. I shuffled through my bag and found my hatchet. Raised over my head, I aimed it on the elbow. I clenched my teeth, should I really do this? But before I could reason myself out of it I slashed downward.

Before the blood could gush out the king wailed in agony. I froze for a second before grabbing the lightning gauntlet with some forearm sticking out. I jammed it into my backpack and raced outside. There was an alleyway right next to the house.

Now just climb the wall with the rope and slide down with it as well. My heart raced. Someones going to catch me and torture me to death. I became fidgety while running as fast as my legs could carry me. Finally the rope on the wall.

What have I done? I could feel the wet blood in my bag. But there was no time to doubt or think. I was half way up when people screamed. Not the ever-present screechs of the King but others. Oh no.

I tried harder and harder to yank myself up faster and faster. There was a shout “It’s him!” Oh God. At last I reached the top. I wouldn’t dare look at the horrified faces of everyone. Jumping down while holding slightly on the rope I saw the getaway. The motorcycle I got the day before.

My legs hit the ground harder than I thought they would and got on. I kicked the slick, black motorbike into gear and flew off. The air washed my face as gravel and dust scattered behind. Well that was nice. I hystericaly laughed. I cut off a king’s arm. His ARM! You don’t get to do that everyday.

The engine matched my heart beat but nothing could match my smile. I’m freed at last. People will know who I am, they will fear me, ahh what lovely power. I’ll have it all when I slip on the Lightning Gauntlet. Two pieces of the puzzle complete. So what now?

My thoughts were dashed away becasuse a strike of thunder sprayed up dirt right next to me. I wasn’t in the mood to talk it out. Blindly, I took off my right hand and clicked my fingers blindly. I dared to look over my shoulder.

Machines like motorbikes fell off the wall and started up. A person piloted the normal looking motorbike while someone else stood on a platform slightly overhead. Each person on the platforms had a Del-Della.

They were terrifying. I snapped my head back on the dirt and gravel. I started swerving left and right hoping against hope they won’t hit me. Lightning struck my left this time but much closer than I would like. Then an idea popped in my head.

“Chrome you got a good shot?” Chrome heard below his feet.
“Yeah,” he just got out. Burning rage went through him. “I thought he was with us you know?” he snarled. “Yeah but that makes it better for us. Killing a traitor is so much more satisfying,”

I put out the Thunder Gauntlet and lightning struck. The Thunder Gauntlet not me. That would have been anti-climatic. So I put my index finger and middle finger together and aimed it backwards. In an instand I heard and explosion.

Murdering people is so. Much. FUN! I knew the people were looking at the exploded vehicle with shook and terror on their faces. I just wished they actually died though. What a smart plan I created, the Thunder Gauntlet is metal after all and electricity goes to metal. Tee-hee.

I knocked my head back, staring at the sky, and laughed, making sure they heard.Some more bolts of lightning came from the Del-Della’s but they just grazed my face and landed on my metal hand. Lightning shooting sniper’s won’t kill me. Nothing will.

I licked my lips and leaned the motorbike sideways, tilting it so I could touch the ground while sparks flew off the Thunder Gauntlet. The earth tried to take me down but the speed I was going at made it impossible. And so I turned and faced the other people.

Their electric guns faced me. I grinned. They weren’t expecting something so suicidal from me that the shooters forgot how to shoot. I speeded through them and turned again. Nearly all of them looked back with surprise. Now I clicked my fingers, sending a spark of my putrid hatred into one of the drivers.

She leaned, crashing into the other bike making an immense explosion. And another driver caught fire from it. Ten motorbikes cased me, three left. But over-confidence kills so I made to the hills.The three others stopped and went back. At last I was free.

So now what? I bit my lip and remembered that all I know is Marble. Marble convenietly left out all of the geography of this world. First things first was to put on the Lightning Gauntlet. I need a small knife. No hatchet could be small enough to dig out the insides of the hand.

I can’t trust anyone because either they’re with Marble or Steam Od. Well Steam Od doesn’t know that I want to tear...I suddenly realised that I don’t know who I should be angry at. Well my objective is still the same. Destroy Steam and Marble.

Maybe I should rest at the nearest house. I am quite tired after not sleeping. I rode on until I found a small cottage. I rested the motor bike at the side of the cottage and stretched. I forgot how tense I was during the whole ride. I knocked on the door without heisitating. Oh no. What am I going to say? I have a bloody bag and the Thunder Gauntlet. How can’t people know about the Thunder Gauntlet?

The door swang wide open. I saw an old woman with thousands of wrinkles overlapping with her skin. Her smile was strained as if it was hard to smile. “What brings you here?”

“I-I need to stay here for a few days,” I bit my lip
“Of course! I do want some company you know,”

I was blown away at how nice she is. “Is it okay if I leave my motorbike here?”
“You ride a motorbike?”
“I mean-“
“Wait is that the Thunder and Lightning Gauntlet?”
“N...no,”
“Yeah right what do you actually want?”
“To make an army and destroy Marble,”
“So your with Steam Od now?”
“No I also want to destroy them as well,”
“Give me one reason to trust you,”

I took off my bloodstained bag and took out a still bleeding arm with the Lightning Gauntlet still on. The woman didn’t screech like any normal person would do. She just nodded. “Come on in my name is Caren,”

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