《All Days Shall Be Numbered ; A LitRPG》Bayler ; Joseph
Advertisement
Pike plunked a can of sugar-laden cold coffee down on the counter as Lauren dragged a needle and thread through Bayler’s throat, trying to stitch together thoroughly mangled flesh. “It would be easier if we just cut some away, got a clean edge to work with…”
Bayler flicked his hand in the negative. No losing any more skin than he’d already given up.
“You’d better get a real tight stitch on that, or he’s going to spill that coffee right back up.” Pike giggled, moving constantly at the edge of the conversation. Bayler already disliked the man; he was just visibly off in some vital way, always pacing, moving from one window to the next to peer out into the half-light.
Sun was rare now that the barriers had blocked off the horizons. Only a few hours of noonlight, when it was directly overhead, lit up the sinking remains of the city.
As he came back to the table, Bayler reached his hand out and turned it over to show the tattooed design on the forearm. Grasping his meaning, Pike licked his lips and set his arm down alongside Bayler’s to compare their Epitaphs.
On Pike’s arm was the word Steadfast. “This means I see everything that goes on in my house, my little territory. Everything. And I got a second one, one that says while you’re here, you can’t lie. Flat out can’t lie to me no matter how you try. So, once she gets your neck back to working, we’re gonna chat.”
For his part, Bayler just pointed to his torn-out throat and shrugged. Still alive.
“Yeah well, you win I guess.” Pike grumbled, popping open another can. He didn’t seem to go two minutes without slurping down more coffee. “How’d you get two, anyway?”
Advertisement
Again, Bayler shrugged.
Lauren slapped him on the shoulders. “Cut that out and hold still. You two can measure up once I’m done.” The needle pricked into him again, wriggling through his skin, and his arms tensed against the rests of his chair as he fought to be still.
It had never been his specialty.
In the background, Cayden groaned. They’d tied him up on the couch, holding him down as he thrashed and writhed in pain, his face slick with sweat. Something was wrong with him worse than the pills they shoveled down his throat could hope to fix.
Tomorrow, Bayler planned to ask the spider how to help him. One question out of three was a small enough price to save one of the only three humans he’d met. And of those, he only liked two.
“Done.” Lauren declared, cinching the last stitch tight.
“So…” Pike said, the moment she’d pulled the needle out of him. “Why are you modeling the zombie look, buddy?”
“Coma. A long, long coma..” His voice was an awful croak. Finally, he sounded like he looked, a thing that had dragged itself out of the grave. “My brother put me there.”
“I hadn’t seen him for years. Hadn’t been to the States for years. I saved up, bought a sailboat, bummed around the coast of Europe. When the Golds took over, I just fell into the riots by acquaintance. Ended up being a smuggler for a bit when Greece was on embargo.”
He had to put the pieces of his memory back together as he spoke, pausing often, working his tongue over his teeth. Recollection came in pieces, a flash of a pub conversation, or an image of the waves rushing up at the side of his boat.
Advertisement
But more often than not, he simply came to a blank spot. Bits of his life were simply gone.
“I came back because my brother got involved in a cult.” Cults, radical fringe groups, the world was on fire and people were being pushed to the wild edges of society. “Drugged up, waiting for the apocalypse. He must be having a ball now if he’s still alive.”
Either way, he was dead to Bayler.
Or- No, no that was a lie. He rubbed the scar on his forehead, still there after all these years. The honest truth was, no matter how bad Joseph fucked up, Bayler would be there for him in a heartbeat if the stupid idiot could just bring himself to ask for help.
Even after-
“Joseph called me, asking for help. I went halfway across the world, snuck in, got him- didn’t get out. He turned on me the moment they caught us. Helped them kick the shit out of me. All I really saw was the underside of their boots but he was in there.”
There was an ugly air in the room when he finished, an awkward silence. At first Bayler thought they just felt awkward hearing his shitty family drama so casually aired out. But as seconds ticked by, and the odds of it being something that small dwindled away, a hard knot of worry formed in his guts.
“Spit out.” He growled.
Even Pike, who had about as much manners as the average cockroach, couldn’t quite come at the issue straight on. “So uh, you said his name was Joseph. Joseph Shrike?”
“Yeah?”
“Woooo.” Pike whistled, shaking his head.
“Will somebody tell me what my brother did.” The hard edge of tension in his voice made them both flinch, as he gripped the table so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Uhm, Bayler, your brother-” Lauren was staring at him.
“Goddamnit.” His face sunk into his hands.
“Killed people. He killed a lot of people. The cult you were talking about, it was the Followers of the World, right?” She said, watching him carefully, in the way a doctor watches a patient they’re about to deliver a lethal prognosis. “They let loose a drug-resistant virus in Brazil. They- Your brother took credit personally. It got most of the country. The whole Amazon is a death zone for humans now.”
She was tearing up, but Bayler just looked blank. His mind bluntly refused to accept what she was saying as anything more than words, as anything that had actually happened. He could accept the world was dying. He refused to believe his brother was a killer even if he knew - he knew - Lauren wasn’t lying to him.
Moving slowly under the weight of the news, he stood up from the table.
“I’m going to go kill some monsters. Pike?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m right there with you. Wish I had a beer for you.”
Advertisement
Reaper of The Wizarding World
This is a copy of my Webnovel fan-fic. I don't know if I'll keep the ones off Webnovel as up to date but I'll try. Death? It is often described as the embodiment of fear, man or God alike. But to Soren, it is the beginning, middle, and end of his journey. To this young man, Death is the start of his struggles through life. Watch as Soren fights to save his family from the grips of Death and struggles to live a happy life.
8 11127One Piece: Pursuit of Justice
The Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, last words sent thousands upon thousands of pirates searching for the legendary One Piece. Of course, these pirates had to do something while they were searching for the legendary treasure, most of which included crimes. The World Government isn't happy with this rampaging influx of piracy, and naturally, have their own means of squashing this new "Golden Age of Piracy". What is this solution, you ask? Well, the Navy of course. This story follows Akura D. Kenji and his brothers living in the remote Uxopia Village. With this golden age of piracy, both he and his brothers are exposed to these engimas called "pirates". Kenji decides he wants to capture these villainous pirates in the name of Justice. And thus starts his path of becoming a proud soldier of the Navy - a Marine. Schedule: I write whenever I'm available, but if I see a large amount of support and feedback I will make a conscious effort to release faster!
8 178Data Hoarding System
Robert lived his life like many other people on Earth, he just had a specific fear instilled within him from his love of books. Like many others, it was hard to disregard the constant negative information being doled out in every form of media. This caused him to fear the loss of knowledge and books that had provided him solace in times of need in his life. He collected and stored thousands of books ranging from web novels to college textbooks on physics. This was an irrational fear of his until the world changed and that knowledge gave him a step above everyone else.
8 124Ellie's Dream
I woke up in a strange hospital with none of my memories. This queen asked me to become an operator agent in a high tech city. She tells me to use this thing called “Aura” but I don’t know how. Whenever I’m alone, this man who looks like me talks to me. I ended up passing the operator test and joining this cute girl and her dad in a team. I started my first mission while gaining some of my memories back. The same man is standing before me asking for my help. He says “Time is distorted. My timeline is ruined because of me.” What timeline is he talking about? How many timelines has there been? He says “You are my last hope.” But what the hell does that have to do with me?
8 302Axe from North
It's a rebirth story. Markus Ryley is an average 16 year old boy. Who is leading a pretty simple life. That is until the fateful school trip. Where he and most of his classmates died. But the circle of life doesn't stand still. So now the new world awaits them with magic running wild and dragons soaring in the sky. Follow MC through his journey, where he will meet his new enemies and old rivals. P.S. : This is my first novel also English isn't my first language so please don't be harsh. P.P.S: About mature context… There might be a bit of gore (if there is a battle so there got to be at least some blood) and I won't deny some adult material. On HIATUS
8 8111 Studying Tips
Here's some handy dandy tips for studying, oh boy!
8 163