15: Into The Pit

Into The Pit

~Darren's POV~

I gasped for breath as Cyrus kept a tight grip around my throat, using some kind of weird magic to fly throughout this otherworldly dimension.

"We are now in an alternate dimension called the pit, which is where the Outlander resides..." The older man said, acting as if he was a tour guide. "Hmm, he probably noticed our arrival as soon as we entered. Maybe he was watching from a distance."

I punched him in the jaw, which caused his grip on my throat to loosen up before it was let go of entirely. There was a floating island nearby, which I desperately needed to get on. It was either that, or fall into an enormous pit of darkness. I would rather take the first option.

A grapple gun made of darkness formed in my hand before a hook shot out and attached itself to a tree limb that was hanging off of the side. The overhanging tree limb turned out to be strong enough to hold my weight too, which seemed like pure luck given the situation.

Once I was able to crawl along the branch and hop onto the island, I breathed a sigh of relief. The only bad thing now was that I had no idea how to escape this place.

"If you wanted to get dropped, all you had to do was ask..." Cyrus declared, nursing his sore jaw.

My eyes narrowed, anger beginning to build up inside of me. I had decided if he wanted to get out, it would be by making the one who brought me here against my will regret doing it in the first place.

A tendril raced towards the man with the Outlander's Mark, intending to grab ahold of him. However, the older man suddenly blinked out of view at a high speed before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Whirling around in shock, I was socked in the face with a punch that sent me reeling. "Payback is a bitch, isn't she?" Cyrus joked, cracking his knuckles.

He sure was spry for an old man.

Reacting quickly, I shot out another tendril that wrapped around the elders arm, and swung him off the island with a surprising amount of strength.

I didn't notice time slowing down to a crawl right after that.

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~Cyrus' POV~

I thought pretty highly of myself.

However, that didn't compare to my thoughts on the Outlander, who was the one to give me the mark on my left hand.

It was twenty years ago, around the time that my late wife passed away. Her unfortunate death sent me into a deep depression, which included a bunch of alcohol and many sleepless nights.

Due to my expensive coping mechanism, my pockets soon began to get lighter and lighter until I was forced to live out on the street. Left without a reason to live anymore, I had finally decided to end my own suffering with a shard of glass that was from a broken bottle under a bridge.

However, a voice saved my life seconds before it would have ended. The voice belonged to the Outlander, telepathically speaking to me from the dimension that it wasn't able to leave.

After all of that happened, my reason to live became the Outlander, and a deep obsession rooted itself into my mind.

I wasn't going to put his precious gift to waste.

Five.

I stopped falling with the power of flight, instead using it to fly back up to the island. My eyes landed on my target, who was moving much slower compared to me.

Four.

I flew towards the younger man at a high speed, kicking him in the chest.

Three.

Descending to the ground in front of him, my hard knuckles landed on the mans jaw.

Two.

I sent another kick into his chest.

One.

Right as it ended, my hand went across his face, creating an audible slapping noise. After that, I stepped back, eyeing my work of art.

The time returned back to normal and the man cried out in a mixture of pain and shock as he fell to the ground, clutching the areas that had been hit. "W-What the hell just happened...?"

I smiled, revealing my mark once again. "Another power that the Outlander has given me with this, which is the ability to slow down or stop time for five seconds."

"I call hax." He grunted, slowly lifting himself off of the ground.

Before we could go for another round, a strong gust of wind nearly knocked us both off of our feet. I grew a big smile at that, knowing exactly what caused it.

"The Outlander..." I murmured, staring up at it as it landed on the island in all of its glory.

(The picture of the Outlander's appearance will be here.)

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~Lena's POV~

I glanced at Tamaya, who was just as confused as me. "Where did they go...?" Tamaya whispered, walking towards the area that the rift opened up.

Nothing happened.

"Do you think Cyrus killed him?" I asked.

Tamaya could only shrug her shoulders, unsure of their fate.

The building shook all of a sudden, veering our thoughts to the new occurrence that was happening now. Down below, the second level literally dropped to the first floor.

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~Dante's POV~

I picked myself up off the ground before helping Jada do the same thing. She couldn't help but cough a bit, the dust that was thrown everywhere getting into her lungs. About fifteen feet away from us, an arm was sticking out under a pile of debris.

We both walked over, crouching down to remove some of the stuff covering it. Once most of it was thrown to the side, it revealed an unconscious Isamaki, a small amount of blood leaking from a cut on his forehead.

Jada signaled to me that she would take care of the rest and I nodded before turning around. Putting a hand to my earpiece, I tried contacting Darren. "Hey, dude. Mission accomplished."

Static.

Eyes narrowing, I tried again. "Are you there? Darren?" I whispered the last part, beginning to worry for my friend.

All I got in return was static once again.

Looking up towards the third and final level of the nightclub, that's where the VIP lounge was located. He must've gone in there for some reason and something went wrong.

Just hold on a bit longer, buddy.

I'm on my way.

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~Esther's POV~

Esther sat on the couch in the living room, her eyes glued to the television. She was currently the only person in the house and had finished all of her tasks for the day.

A few minutes ago, the voluptuous woman decided that she deserved to relax before her baby got home, turning on the TV and flicking through the channels until the news popped up on screen.

The man behind the camera held it with shaky hands, directing it towards the entrance of Club Ecstasy. The large set of doors slowly opened before a woman dressed in a gray skintight suit came out with an unconscious man at her side.2

Whoever it was, she didn't pay the crowd surrounding her any mind, instead talking into some kind of earpiece. A few seconds later, an odd sound came from the live footage before the camera tilted upwards, revealing what it actually belonged to.

(The picture of the aircraft's appearance will be here.)

It was some type of... jet? Esther didn't know, nor did she really care, not understanding what was happening at all.

However, she didn't take her eyes off of the screen.

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