Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Draven sat in wait. He would ambush the convoy, steal the scripture, and return to David to receive his payment. It would not be easy, as the convoy was guarded by none other than The Angel of Death. His muzzle ability was if he touched any part of your body, it would immediately start to decay. This proved a tricky foe, as they were incredibly fast. Draven had to fight from range, as getting up close would be the equivalent of begging for death. Draven had a plan set for the ambush. If it went well, Draven wouldn’t even have to fight The Angel and Death. Draven could hear the bouncing of the cart across the dirt road. He prepared himself. The book should be in the back, with 3 chests, in the one farthest to the left. Draven prepared to strike. The convoy got closer. The small squeeks of the cart now made the ground rumble. The convoy was right next to him. Now. Draven leapt out from the bush he hid in. He jumped into the back of the cart, found the chest to the farthest left, and took it. He left almost as quickly as he arrived. He didn’t even see the Angel of Death there. Though they would meet very soon. Draven ran as far away as he could. He stopped behind a boulder in order to catch his breath. He took some rope from his medical bag, and tied the chest to his back. It was very light, which only made sense seeing as it only held a scripture. Draven stood up from the boulder he sat at, and was met face with none other than The Angel of Death himself. “You think you can just get away with that?” The Angel of Death had found him. Draven started to sweat. He looked like a skeleton wrapped in dark robes. He had raven like wings on his back, and had greasy black hair not only on his head, but growing in the bony inside of his chest. “How about you make like a tree and leave.” Draven said. “I’ll make sure they write that on your grave!” The Angel said hastily. Without pause, he lunged a hand at his head. Draven ducked under it, but it didn’t take long for him to slam his hand into Draven’s shoulder. A stinging sensation came across him. Without thought, Draven made a small hammer and smashed The Angel’s arm with it. As the bony forearm shattered, shards of bone launched at Draven, getting stuck in his skin. Draven wasn’t much of a thinker. He acted out of response. Without much thought, Draven reached to rip the shards out of his flesh. “Pay a little more attention to me why don’t you.” The Angel said. He grabbed at Draven’s arm he was using to take the bone shards out. “Hey, have a little more respect for my me space, alright?” Draven remarked. Draven made a small, glove like gauntlet to cover his hand with, and a large sledgehammer to strike him. He used the gauntlet to rip The Angel’s hand off of him, and knocked him away with his hammer. The Angel fell to the ground. “Nuh-uh, you stay down there for a bit.” He said. He made a small hammer with a pointy edge and threw it at the back of his skull. The hammer was now lodged in his head. The Angel, now on the floor in complete agony, was trying to stand up. He couldn’t find any strength in him to get up. “Now, let me finish what I started.” Draven said as he removed the shards of bone from his body. Each one removed lessened the pain slightly. The skin around where the shards had entered was now a bright red and stung to the touch. After Draven had removed all shards from his body, he returned to The Angel. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go now, and I’m not really a fan of second chances.” He said as he removed the hammer from his skull. “You’ll be making a grave mistake killing me, Draven.” The Angel of Death grew weak as he tried to get up. “Killing me only means you’ll lessen Battery’s competition. Let me live, and when the time comes, I can help you.” He told Draven. Draven had looked at him funny. “Are you insane? You help me? That’s madness. I know you’d do no such thing.” Draven told him. The Angel looked back at Draven. “Only time will tell.” He said to Draven. Right as Draven was going to smash his head in with the hammer, he disappeared into the ground. Damnit, he got away. I shouldn’t have waited so long. Draven thought to himself. The Angel of Death retreated using a portable wormhole. Looks like his death will have to wait another day. For now, Draven had best hurry back to David. It was a short walk, and when Draven had arrived David was there waiting in the middle of town. “Oh, oh, there he is! Hello hello! Do you have the scripture with you? Do you?” David was squabbling for an answer. “Yes, it's in the chest.” he said. He set the chest down and opened it. There lie the scripture. The cover read The Call of Ktulu. Draven was surprised. “Whoa, the call of Ktulu? You mean the Ktulu?” Draven asked. “Yes, its an old manuscript detailing his adventures in the depths of the ocean. They say he left over 300 years ago, and has not returned yet. This manuscript might be the key to saving him!” David said. He was ecstatic about the scripture. “Well what says he’s still alive?” Draven asked. David responded quickly. “We don’t know. The only way we will know is if we travel where he did. There has to be a clue he wrote in here.” Draven looked in disbelief. “Well, hope that helps.” He said. “Oh, don’t forget your reward. Here you go”. David handed him a pouch of loosels, and Draven set off for home. It was a crazy day. Not only had he fought The Angel of Death and won nearly unscathed in close quarters combat, but just helped some lunatic find a scripture that could bring back the most powerful man in existence. Draven couldn’t wait to tell Aza about this.

Author's Note

this is the farthest any of my friends have gotten. No one has read past this chapter, and I have 2 more completed stories, as well as one I'm working on right now. Great friends, I know.