Wind through his hair, debris falling around him, and the light of day shrinking quickly.

Y/n bounced off the chasm wall plummeting until he hit dirt with a thunderous boom while chunks of bridge rain down around him, buried beneath the ruin.

There was a long dark silence, then the rocks shift and Y/n emerged coughing up dust.

Travis... I know your behind this bullshit!

Y/n turned to see a rock the size of a microwave flying at his hear, quick arch of his back his head narrowly evading the rock.

Would you just shut up and die already!

Travis shouted standing a top a pile of broken rocks.

Your such a prick-

Y/n catches the next rock, crushing it in his hand. His crimson eyes and black veins cross his greying face started back at Travis' one naturally green eye and now the other was a black sclera and orange pupil.

Now were fighting on my terms Y/n...

You talk a lot for someone who did a lot of hiding after I kicked your ass out.

That was the past... Now I have the power to take back my right!

Travis reveals his right arm, an armored mutated arm with a faint red glow coming from the vein running up into the palm like electricity.

And that's why they say always wear protection~

Your cute huh?

Alcina sure thought so, especially when I railed her tight queen booty. She screamed my name for hours Travis~

Y/n adds insult to injury by gyrating his hips sarcastically as Travis snarled nearly boiling over.

Maybe if you play nice I'll let you and your Mama lick the taste off my BALLS!

FUCKIN' CUNT!

Travis throws his palm down and mold appendages fire out of the palm and into the ground. From the corrupted soil these spiked mold abominations emerge.

Five of them emerge, lunging at Y/n.

Y/n greets the first spiked molded by catching its swinging claw, then delivering a left hook to where the kidney would be but instead his fist wedges inside the mash of organic mess inside it.

He rolled with it, ripping the creature in half and tossing the upper half at the cavern wall. The next two of the remaining four received a double choke slam that made each head burst from the force.

As Y/n spoke his side was emerging, Travis didn't reply instead he repeated the process bringing up five more molded bringing the total to seven.

Y/n looks to his side and grabs a fridge sized chunk of stone from the bridge. With a flick and a great effort he frisbee tosses the large stone, flattening the seven molded.

Travis shields himself from the shrapnel and viscera, lowering his arm he saw a flying Y/n coming at him fist raised and teeth grit.

Y/n fist connected with cannon like force sending Travis back, he lands on his feet rushing back and ducking another punch landing an uppercut on Y/n with his mutated hand.

The strength of that one arm was unlike anything before, Y/n dodged another right from Travis and swept behind to a Chris-approved suplex slamming Travis on the back of his head.

Travis is first up however, landing a right punch to Y/n groin. He grabs Y/n face and pushes it against the coarse chasm wall.

EAT BRICK YOU FUCK!

Travis starts running down the cavern wall grinding the flesh off his old friends face. A long bloody streak of viscera and muscle paint the wall but he doesn't stop, now grinding skull and brain into paste.

Travis stopped panting as he held onto Y/n's limp body by a fraction of grey matter and spinal cord.

All she needs is your blood... This will do...

Travis drags the body of Y/n towards the cavern exit.

Then he stopped, feeling a cold stern grasp on his wrist. Y/n supposedly dead body was standing and bending his mutated arm back subconsciously.

He stared as this bubbling viscous red and orange glowing tumor emerged from the stump on Y/n neck swallowing the spinal cord before a set of crimson eyes popped out followed followed by the guttural reconstruction of his mouth.

OOooOohhh TrAviss... I WaS JuST stARTing to Have FUN!~

What... The... Fuck are you?

Y/n with one hand lifts Travis up by the arm nearly vertical then slams him to the ground. He puts a foot on Travis' chest and grabs the mutated arm with both monstrous hands and started to twist.

Nonono I am her sword! Don't take this from me too Y/n please!

With a single drawn out twisting motion, Y/n rips the mutated arm off of Travis body.

Win stupid prizes!

Travis gasps in sheer pain, crawling away breathless gasping and praying for this to be a nightmare.

Y/n drops the mold virus limb and instead stomps on the back of Travis head burying his face in the dirt.

He repeated this stomp four times till Travis only twitched, he used his boot to flip the broken man over.

Travis coughed bloody dirt and whimpered looking up at an Orange eye in the middle of Y/n forehead.

Travis starts reaching over to some debris, Y/n notices a handle. The 40mm grenade launcher.

Stomping on Travis head not only stopped him from grabbing it but the pained scream he gave off as his other arm snapped was satisfying.

Y/n took the grenade launcher in his left hand and aimed it point blank at Travis' head standing back enough to evade point blank explosions on himself.

Don't you believe in second chances?

He pulled the trigger... But no shot, instead a light at the iron sight went red with a low whine that increased quickly.

Travis and Y/n shared a look just as the grenade launcher self destructed in his his hand.

The two flew back across, landing far apart now both of them missing an arm.

Y/n... I fucking hate you...

Oh shut up... Tell me one other person who would challenge all of Europe to find your stupid ass...

The two started having a conversation, twenty feet apart still laying down.

I never asked you too...

Maybe if you had just said you were happy and how you really thought of me-

Would have really... Really believed me, If i said 'Hey, im happy here with four vampires, an army of beast people, and a mutant fungus cult'?

Yeah you got a point there, but look at us now... Two genetic monstrosities hell bent on taking this place for ourselves...

Im going to kill you... Miranda will bless me with ultimate power... You'll roll over in your grave when you see all the beauty we will bring-

You are fucked in the head...

Im not letting some Warmongering communist ass clown stop me!

Travis stumbles to his feet, three long tendrils of mold with spiked tips emerge from his missing arm stump.

Y/n stands up, falling to a knee he locks eyes with Travis. The world slows as he watches the bloody crazed face of his ex-best friend charge him with mutant mold whips cocked back ready to split Y/n's already mangled body.

The head and brain regen required so much effort it was probable this exchange would decide who wins and who dies, and for Y/n it was bad. His body had basically quit responding to what his brain ordered.

But instead of dying he choose to ball up his anger into the bones of right hand, sucked in his gut, thought about everything he'd sacrificed to get this far.

No more compromises, only victory~

That voice shook his brain, but it lit a fire in his arm.

Y/n lit up for a moment as thunder lit up his muscles. An electric infused right hook.

A brilliant right that landed on Travis' face sending him flying in cloud of sparks as he struck the chasm wall.

The damage wad enough to make the entire chasm tremble, rocks raining down around Y/n as he stumbled towards the chasm stone path while holding a gash on his neck.

It was not a single clash, but a dual exchange between Y/n and Travis.

Just as he started scaling the steps into the tunnels something lashed at his back leaving two long cuts.

Travis, with a seared and smoldering half face, crawls snarling and cussing at Y/n.

If im buried here... SO ARE Y-

A bullet between the eyes, Travis falls back turning into a black pile of organic mash.

Standing above Y/n was a silhouette, his eyes unable to see who it was until a mountain load of rock and dirt buried Y/n.

[ About an Hour later ]

After an hour of digging with only one good arm and no fuel in the tank, Y/n pushed a coffin aside as he breached the soil.

Gasping for fresh air, he pried himself from his tomb grabbing a head stone that read 'Beneviento'.

He rolled off the grave and onto a path filled with fog, finally able to catch his breath and look at the sky barely visible through the mist.

Fuck me...

He heard a crackle in the bushes, turning his head he lazily pulled out Samurai edge and aimed with a shakey hand.

A lycan stumbled out, looking down at him. Neither made a noise as Y/n shot it once in the stomach but nothing as the two sat there in silence.

Then the lycan fell over revealing an axe buried in its head.

Y/n sat up looking confused, the a wet slap as someone threw his own left arm onto his lap.

Don't look so confused kid...

Leon?

Leon pulled out a green bottle, healing solution, and propped it in front of him.

Pull yourself back together first.

Leon pulled out the thunder-hawk and secured the graveyard as Y/n pressed his elbow stump to his disconnected left arm. Pouring the absinthe scented liquid over it he watches skin and leather fuse again, and after a lil rest he could move his arm again.

Good as new?

What the hell are you doing here?

A bucket of smiles through and through like always huh...

Y/n laughed and flipped Leon off who returned the gesture and sat beside him.

Where did you go?

Things got complicated... For both of us I see...

He said remarking Y/n's new gothic look and virus abilities in which he shrugged in agreement. The two sat in silence for a moment, it was the odd 'i missed you but im mad at you' silence.

You said you'd be there if I needed you....

I know.... I know.... I fucked that up but I'll make up-

It's been over a year... No contact and now suddenly you come find me in Europe of all places?...

There was a pause, it took a moment but Y/n realized what was actually going on.

You didn't come looking for me... This work related BS and it was a coincidence you found me.

A BSAA agent I know went AWOL so my team and-

This is why your single...

No. There are other reasons but my job is not one of them!

Y/n responded by making a flapping hand puppet mimicking the excuses Leon gave him in which Leon sighed having a hard time pushing his smile away.

Have you seen a woman with Brown hair, shoulder length a little shorter then myself?

Y/n creased an eyebrow and looked at Leon before shaking his head.

Shit... Well if you find a Helena Harper were set up inside a log cutters mill just outside the factory boundaries.

Speaking of which where the fuck are we?

Y/n stood up turning around, he walked over the crest of the hill to scope the area.

You said your looking for someone?

Good place to start as any...

End of Ch.21

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