Chapter 123 Trouble In The Horizon

" You broke the deal!"

" Perhaps, what are you going to do about it?"

" I will call upon a trial in the seventh dimension!"

" Now now, let's not go to far! Tell me, what do you want?"

" A chance of victory. I want to be able to attack him!"

" Now now, we both know that's to much. How about this. We will chose a random mortal, give it powers, of your choosing and give it the fate to attack, your little enemy. Sorry in advance, that's the highest I can offer. You know we don't like to waste time!"

" Fine, but we decide it's powers!"

" It's a deal then."

~Pov ?~ (Third person)

Groaning in pain, a young man attempted to stand up. But is attempt was useless and he slipped, as his legs to weak to support his weight. The young man tried to scream in pain, but only a hoarse whisper came out. The young man coughed four times, into his hand. His blurry eyes, caught a glimpse of red in the hand. In a burst of energy, caused by fear. The young man once more attempted to stand up, only to fall face first in to the cold ground.

The young man felt a cold sensation on his forehead. Slowly it became warm, until a burst of pain, filled his nerve system. It froze him in place, paralyzing him.

The young man stayed still for minutes, until he regained some movements. But they were a fraction of what he was once able to do. His body didn't respond like before. It took his body seconds, to even do a simple movement, like moving his fingers.

He attempted to speak again, but this time, he couldn't even make the mouth move. It was like it was sewed together.

Slowly his pain disappeared, but the price was all senses. He couldn't smell, hear, or even taste the metallic blood in his mouth. Slowly, even his mind was numbing, until it completely shut down.

" Haugh." The man gasped for air. His mind was going millions of miles per hour. Didn't I just die? He thought, as he attempted to stand. Shockingly he managed to stand up and his eyesight was improved, from when he woke up. He could see two meters in front of him. Even if his vision was still blurry, he could make out some shapes in the mist, of his vision. Even if those shapes was just that, shapes with colors. No texture, kinda like playing a online game with two fps and bad internet connection.

Step after step, he moved forward. He swayed in the breeze, like leafs on trees. Almost falling over, every time a somewhat powerful gust hit him. He felt like fly in a rainstorm. The feeling infuriated him, but he could do nothing to prevent it.

After moving about a hundred meters, he fell down on the ground, out of exhaustion. He gobbled for air, swallowing the small amount of oxygen in the atmosphere. He felt like his chest was empty, yet full at the same time and he felt like he couldn't breath. Due to the exhaustion he felt.

Random thoughts filled his mind, while he was unable to move. Like, why wasn't he sweating? But that question answered itself, when he felt his throat scream in pain. It felt like his throat was the Sahara desert. He felt like water was a foreign concept to his body. One that he made up, in his delusions, when he was tired.

Slowly, a small amount of vigor returned and he tried to move again. Somehow, he succeeded, despite his body screaming it's denial. His muscles made cracking noises and it felt like he stretched every muscle to much and the bones shifted place, due to it. But he still persisted, even if he didn't know why. His brain and mind was screaming to move. To make progress, in this abounded world. Even though, he had no knowledge of it being abounded.

After crawling for some minutes, his knees were bleeding. But he finally had enough strength to stand up.

He watched every step he took, with his awful vision, trying to find any unplain ground. So he wouldn't just fall and die.

After some minutes of walking, he found a puddle of water. So with vigorous steps, as close as he could get to running. He moved towards the little puddle. He got on the ground and scoped a handful of water into his mouth and swallowed it. Only to feel extreme pain in his throat. He started coughing and gravel and blood left his mouth. The young man saw the red colored gravel in his hand and concluded what happened. A creeping fear of death filled his head. This is, am I going to die? He wondered.

Despite his looming death, he still got up and walked, like a zombie, only caring about one thing.

But after some minutes, he felt full for some reason. The gravel was stuck in his intestines, cutting him, every time he breathed, or made any slight movement.

After some minutes, despite his spirit, his body gave up and he fell on the ground.

" Haugh." He gasped, as he threw himself up. " What,..what..was that?" Wait, I can talk?" He said, pausing between his words, to catch his breath.

He brought his hand in front of his eyes and they were no longer a blur. " Yes, yes!" He cried out happily. He used his hands, to support his assent upwards to stand up. When he stood up and the blood wasn't flowing into his head, like a tsunami, he could finally see his surroundings.

Around him, he saw dried mud, in weird shapes. That seemed to once have resembled houses. He walked towards one of the piles of muds, that seemed to still have some shape to it. He grabbed the mud by his hand and pulled it out. The mud was shaped like a brick, but when he pulled it out, it started to fall apart in his hand. Until it resembled the piles, all around him.

" Hiss." The man heard behind him and reacted just in time to escape a horrendous death. Where he stood, a second ago, a women with white wings and bird like arms and wings stood. One of her hands was stuck in the mud pile, but she easily took it out, leaving a whole, as big as the mans heart.

" Who are you?" The man asked, as he backed away, only to stumble on another pile next to them and fall over the little mid wall. The mud wall was about a half meter tall and half a meter thick. Going in a rectangular formation. Making a classic three by two house. That the man just so happened to fall into.

The women took the opportunity of his fall and attacked. Her bird like hand pierced his heart and he coughed up blood.

" Why, why did you...?" He said, but couldn't finish. As he entered a shock, from the pain and died thirty seconds after. The women removed her bird like hand, from the mans heart and locked it. A satisfied whistle like sound, left her horrendous mouth. That looked like a normal human. The women did look like a human, if one ignored the bird features. She had blue eyes, blond hair, and a thin body. She looked like a model, that tried to seduce someone and then eat them.

As the women was enjoying the blood, of the man she heard. " Haugh." Shocked she looked over to the man, only to see him sitting up, in the somewhat wet mud. The women was confused, but decided to kill the man again. So she launched at him, at a crazy speed and pierced the mans head this time.

The man fell to the ground, but the women didn't stop there. She stomped her sharp, bird like feet, at the man. Stabbing him over and over again. Until she thought he was dead.

A puddle, of liters of blood, had formed around the man. But on dot, thirty seconds after he died, the man woke up with a. " Haugh." At this the women hissed and attacked him again. But before she managed to kill him, the man somehow jumped out of the way. But he hit one of the mud piles in the process, filling his mouth, with bloodied mud.

He got distracted by the mud in his mouth and tried to get it out. But before he could, he felt a cold sensation in his left ribcage. So he looked down, only to see a birds talons, piercing though his left ribcage.

Through luck and instinct, the man hastily turned around. Breaking the arm inside him.

The women screamed in pain and attacked the man. By piercing his head with her other arm, over and over again. Until he fell on the ground, missing his head.

The women took out her arm, from the man ribs and held it. Thankfully it was still attached to her, but she could tell that she almost lost it. She continuously assaulted the man body. With different kinds of attacks. Taking out her anger for the man, for minutes, before she started to eat him. She started with the lower area, as she always loved eating the males genitalia.

She burped happily and patted her stomach, after she was done eating the mans sausage. Only to get punched in the back of her head and fall on the ground. The women hissed and struggled to get up, but felt someone sitting on her back. So with a leap of strength, she reversed the roles and ended up on top of the man.

But the women was caught of guard, when she felt the sausage she though she at, touch her nether regions.

While the women was shocked, the man took the opportunity to once again reverse the roles and end up on the top. As the women realized what happen, she had already received a punch in the face, that broke her nose.

Angered once more, the women dropped all defenses and simply ripped the mans head of. Once she had his head, in her arms, she started eating it. Then she ate his body, even the sausage again. Not even the skeleton was left. Satisfied, she started to walk away.

But the women failed to notice the fist coming towards her. It hit her shoulder, dislocating her other arm. Shocked from the pain, the women failed to react to the second attack that hit her head.

She was Pummeled to the ground and hit several times, over and over again, in her head. She tried to resist, but both her arms were incapable of movement and her legs couldn't bend enough to hurt the attacker. So, she was slowly punched to death, without being able to resist.

" Arrgghh." The man screamed, as he hit his chest over and over again. While sitting on his knees over the women, who had killed him numerous times.

" That's what you get. Damn you!" He screamed, taking out his pain and adrenaline.

The man slowly calmed down and stood up. He felt so alive. Like he was different. But why? He didn't feel different from killing her, no. He felt different every time she killed him. No wait, if she killed me, why aren't I dead? He questioned. This brought him to a realization. All those times before, when he died. He woke up and felt stronger. Does that mean I'm immortal? He thought to himself. Before laughing loudly, happy with his realization.

(Author here: a chapter. Anyways, there was no chapter yesterday. I felt like I needed a break/ I bench watched 24 episodes of so I'm a spider so what. Anyways, here's a chapter. Don't forget to write a review and give power stones if you like the story so far. Have a nice day, or night. Author out :) )