Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181031112919/@comment-34320391-20181102154639

Nik

Red shoved Trista in my direction, her face showing only hate and betrayal. Trista gave me a sheepish smile, as I glanced around the room to see whether Riley's weapons were kept hidden. In just the glance, I couldn't see them, which was reassuring right?

After a few moments of no-one wanting to address the blonde in the room, Red spoke in an accusing voice. She hadn't said anything but she was acting as if Trista was my fault. I didn't tell her to come here! I have no clue what Trista's doing at like 11 pm at night.

"So what have you done in the last 30 minutes?"

"I found Newt and Cora, who were doing something in a cave down the beach," I replied, smiling slightly as I visioned the two's nervous faces behind me.

"Are you high or something? There's no-one there."

The words didn't sink in at first, and I glanced back at Newt and Cora. And just like that, the two people I'd been talking to, two of my closest friends just melted into dust.

"Wait, what?" I said out loud, as my head began to spin, faster and faster and faster. I fell onto the beanbag and barely kept my eyes open as Cora emerged from behind Red, obviously as confused as I am.

'What happened?" Cora asked, confused.

"I'm pretty sure Nik's trying to mess with us, but it failed. Pretty badly," Red replied blatantly, not entirely sure of her words.

I myself had no clue what happened. Had I really imagined the whole thing? Did someone spike my dinner with some hallucinogen? Or was I still sleeping at bed at home, this just being a really long dream? I stared in front of me, dazed.

"He's useless," complained Red, beginning to pack up the basically empty cave.

"Where're the weapons?" I asked, my mind still elsewhere and nowhere, but still nagging onto the question that glazed over my mind.

Red gave me a stare that pretty much said, 'Shut the Hel up!' before glancing at Trista.

''Shit. I forgot about Tris.''

Tris was looking at me, intrigued and slightly worried about my drugged state. But she perked up at the mention of weapons.

"Trista. Don't dob on ... them. They didn't mean to,..." My head was throbbing now, a full-on headache as I verged on the edge of a blacking out. My vision started to get blurry as my ears filled with a dull ringing, as the world faded. Trista locked eyes with me and did the stupidest thing I've seen her do. She rushed the door, weaving under Red's open arms and past a shocked Cora, before turning a sharp left up by the beach. Mind I tell you that the main (and only) entrance to the beach cove from the cliffs above was right, so Trista was running to a dead end.

Before I could comprehend Trista's escape Red was running after her. And before I could comprehend that I was too, in my dazed and slightly drunk state from Gods know what.

Cora just stood there shocked, her thoughts elsewhere to join in the pursuit.

It didn't take long. Tris got a far way down the beach, but couldn't beat a Red determined to save the gang from being broken up forever. Which is a pretty depressing thought if you think about it. I'll be stuck with Majapi and Tris forever, Newt goes back to Boarding School, Red goes back to WingMaiden Island and Cora lives as a permanent resident of the Mead Hall.

It took me about 20 seconds to catch up to Red who had Trista pinned on the ground, Tris' hands firmly grasped by Red's.

Before I could say anything, the sand beneath us disappeared. It was like sinking sand, but where it was more sinking than sand, the earth beneath me vanishing. I fell for a good 3 seconds before hitting firmly onto the earth of... somwhere. The impact winded me, and my mind, finally, faded into black.

''"This sword, Riley, did you make it?" a month-younger Nik asked, feeling the weight of the unnatural object in his hands, power seeping into his veins. He sliced through the air, loving the blade even more.''

"Actually, now. In my spare time, I make weapons, like Red's and Cora's, but yours is different."

''I ran my finger over the six red jewels on each side of the handle, marvelling at the fine creation's elegance and beauty. ''

"See," Riley continued, "Yours was different. I found yours as a relic lying on an island in the middle of nowhere. All I did was clean it up, sharpen the blade, and here it is!"



I gasped for a breath, as my eyesight returned to me. I was in a cave, it was dark but filled with gold and other treasures that I couldn't straight-away identify. Behind me, I hear groans of Tris and Red coming to or probably still fighting but I'm distracted by an object lying immaculately in front of me. For me.

My sword.

'Newt's uncle had taken it, he was long gone,' Cora had said. Well, that wasn't the case.

I stepped hesitantly toward the sword, my fingers reaching out. I felt an urge to grab it, it was mine. I felt a longing for it, a right of possession I didn't usually feel for just a weapon. But it wasn't just a weapon. Not for me. I reached out and felt an electric jolt at the tip of my fingers.

I instantly crippled, falling into nothingness as pitch-black filled my mind. But then, growing stronger and stronger came an image of a man I knew nothing about. He was mid-30s, with a French-cut beard, but, most of all, the entire left half of his face was burnt off. His mouth was in a tight-knit smile, an expression of cunningness and knowledge. He knew something I didn't, something I didn't want to know.

''They say there are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true, the other is to refuse to believe what is.''

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(End of phase)

Thoughts?

Also, my writing is really sloppy I'm gonna get around and fix my sections someday.

Also, Newt's uncle is in the cave as well, looking after Gina. What might happen is Gina and Uncle Newt gets hoisted through a hole in the roof of the cave, but the rest of us a trapped inside. We then journey deeper in fear of getting eaten by the Sandbuster.

Also, if you didn't realise, I'm inspirited by Viggo.