Rich grabbed the teen by his shoulder as the boy was about to exit. He pointed to the gun and held out his hand. Cam quirked an eyebrow but complied nonetheless. The tanned man checked Puppy’s cartridge. Two shots left. He reached into his pocket and fished out another six bullets. Cam better be lucky, because there was no way in hell that he would ever stop do a refill in the thick of battle. MIX then handed Puppy back to the rookie.
“Use the shots sparingly. You only get six hits then you’re done.”
Camron nodded hesitantly as he took back the gun. Six shots? That was not a very comforting thought. How many people can he even hope to incapacitate with just six bullets? Two or three at most. The lad eyed Sela quickly, but the lady in the shimmery black dress was ignoring both of them. Her eyes remained trained ahead; they were staring straight into the darkness. Her paler tanned arms were crossed in front of her chest, and her right foot tapping impatiently. She gripped the boy’s upper arm in a vice-like grip as Camron tried to push pass her.
“Richard, you go in front.”
“Seriously Sel?”
“Yes “mon”. You can be our human shield.”
“What happens to the we will cherish each other.”
“Love, you forgot the most salient point, it is till death do us part.”
Rich faked a sobbed. “I feel so loved.”
“Yeah, yeah. And Cam is our love child.”
Both halves of Love Burns grimaced simultaneously. Sela shuddered at the thought. No fucking way will she ever have such a wimpy son! It definitely helped that Rich felt the same way. They hadn’t had the chance to discuss potential offspring during their short honeymoon, but well, they ought to do so soon. It’s not like they had all the time in the world. The average age of an Asylum is thirty five, and that is if the duo were extremely lucky. She cleared her throat as her husband stepped out of the cave. She faked a smile as she turned back to the scrawny boy.
“No offense, boy. I hope my child will be a more capable Asylum.”
“Erm… none taken?”
“Good.”
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The three Asylums trudged steadily downwards. The tunnel grew dimmer and dimmer by the second. Before they knew it, they were standing on flat ground, in what appeared to be a huge underground cavern of sorts. Rich took off his sunglasses and peered into the impenetrable darkness. He swung out his arm, catching Camron in the stomach. The boy groaned, but the older Asylum quickly clamped his hand over the teen’s mouth. A bright light shone from up ahead. Based on the size of the beam, that had to be either it was the tiniest flashlight Rich had ever seen or it was something else all together. MIX pulled his skateboard free as he pushed the boy back. He brought his arm up to shield his eyes. He could barely make out how many were in the group. His pupils contracted slightly as his eyes began to water. He blinked back the tears till his eyes became accustomed to the light. Soon he noticed a familiar outline - the unmistakable hair up in the bun and the pale skin – yup it was that homewrecking strumpet – or should he say Camron’s partner, Seira.
“Hey! Seira!”
Camron’s enthusiastic greeting was cut short when a loud bang shook the whole cavern. The stream of flames lit up the entire area. The young musician brought his head up from where he lay on the ground. He surveyed her companions as she did the same. He recognized the man in the suit, but who was the other chinky girl? He opened his mouth to ask yet another question. However his partner quickly brought a finger to her lips. He saw it for just a brief moment before the flames died out. He blinked a little as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a reddish-blue glow. Cam looked to his left. He held his breath as his eyes widened in horror. There were men brandishing glowing claymores – so many of them – the six of them were way outnumbered. Oh god! Those men were charging straight at them.
“Don’t just sleep there, idiots! Fight!” Aiden yelled as he got his feet.
Team Love Burns scrambled to their feet. The couple looked at one another. Rich nodded and Sela sighed. This was going to be fun! A flash of black shot forward towards the other two kings. Sela dropped into a low crouch as she swung her fans outwards in a wide arch in front of herself. Her skirt flared out slightly revealing her legs. An evil smile graced her lips. Two stragglers. Perfect. She whistled to attract their attention.
“Over here bitches. Mama has a lil something for you royal pain in the arses.”
“Oi Sel! Where are you manners? We need to show these stuffed shirts some respect.”
Sela snorted in response. She folded her right fan and used it to block the incoming claymore. Red sparks flew from the huge empowered blade. “Back in the kitchen, Rich, where the knives are.”
Rich chuckled as he spiked his bet’leth onto the ground and leaned against the handle. “No wonder you are a lousy cook. You season too conservatively for your own good."