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As Felix studied the plants more thoroughly, he noticed something strange. They all looked withered and dead, but were still green.
Nemesis seemed to realize that Felix was no longer unconscious and ready for more interrogation. “You are awake.”
“Didn’t notice,” he muttered.
“And healthy enough to be sarcastic. Wonderful.”
Felix sighed. He had only spent, what, a couple hours with Nemesis and he was already desperate for different company. The Angel of Revenge did that to you.
“Ah, I see you have seen my… garden.” She hesitated before saying garden, like it might be something more. Now Felix was curious about what these plants really were. Also, why would the Angel of Revenge like to garden?
Felix honestly didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing.
He continued to scrutinize the strange shrubs. That’s when he saw it. A door, covered with wrinkly vines.
He wanted to see what was behind that door, but with Nemesis looming right next to him it would be impossible.
Felix desperately transmitted in Antonia’s direction. Tonia! Help me!
He pretended to look around the clearing, so to seem like he wasn’t doing anything bad.
Weapons over there, a stray monster or two, and weird boots with knives on the bottom.
“My ice skates.” The Angel supplied. “It is rather amusing to see you mortals fall after I’ve supplied you with a pair.”
“Ice skates…” He decided to not ask what those were. Probably torture devices.
Suddenly, he heard Lucia’s voice. That snapped him out of his thoughts. She couldn’t transmit… could she?
No, she couldn’t. He also heard the crunch of dry leaves, which wasn’t possible to transmit. But did Lucia know…?
“Felix!” She cried, which was a mistake.
Nemesis hissed and drew her sword. “No, human! This is a matter for immortals!”
If Felix had been listening, he would’ve heard the lack of the word mortal. But he wasn’t listening. So he didn’t notice. His focus was on Lucia—would she stay safe? Is she okay?
Lucia was not okay. She got a good shick in the arm. She collapsed.
Antonia was next: a face full of Cyclops flesh. Down on the ground.
It was only Felix left now.
Word count: 368
I literally ended 6 minutes early just to get that luscious (not the right word?) cliffhanger.
Αυτοί, mγ pεοplε!