Orm and Tilldoor had finally beat them.
A mysterious black clothed group of 5 had tried to catch them, but Orm and Tilldoor had successfully beat them in a contest of speed and endurance.
They had been running for hours, nearly the whole day. Orm was not built for stuff like this.
"Bleurgh" Orm puked in one of the nearby alleyways, while Tilldoor had been sitting there trying to catch his breath.
"We have to go Orm. The Night is going to come any minute now." Tilldoor said in an exhausted voice.
"Bleurgh." Orm continued to barf but gave Tilldoor a thumbs up.
Thud.
A figure appeared in the distance, Orm and TIlldoor were surprised that someone was there.
Thud.
The figure became closer and closer. The two thought it was one guy from the group of mysterious people who had followed them. How stupid were they to follow them even if the Night was near?
Thud.
By now they could see the figure, it was an average height dude with a black suit and brown bag over his face. Tilldoor wanted to tell the guy to go and sleep before Night came, even if he had to do it forcefully. But then he noticed, this guy.
he was a Wanderer.
Tilldoor could tell due to his spiritual density, and Orm could tell this guy wanted to cause trouble.
"What are you looking at?" The paper bag masked guy shouted, his voice sounded broken, sounding high sometimes, and sounding low.
It was like his voice was split into two.
Bang!
The masked guy punched Tilldoor, he hadn't even noticed it till he was sent flying.
"What?" Tilldoor said in confusion, why had the man attacked him? What did he do?
Orm looked at the man in fear, he had to run! Orm never wanted to do these types of things, he wasn't made it for!
"You ugly spirit, you're lucky you got to exist for this long." The masked man whispered in a broken voice.
Tilldoor immediately knew that this man was a villain, just like the one's granny told him about. He finally had the chance to prove he could be a hero, just like the brother who made the Hunters guild.
He can't mess up this chance! Not again! Tilldoor was so hyped for it that he even forgot that he was tired, and low on spirituality. He rushed to fight against the masked man.
At the same time Orm was silently cursing to himself, was he just never meant to live a simple life? After finally being admitted to the 5th district Orm thought he could live a better life, and he did, at least compared to the 8th district. But he still hasn't found the missing piece he was looking for.
Instead, he was ridiculed, slandered, and hated for trying his best to live. He knew he wasn't exactly a cool and nice dude like Tilldoor, but the people in the 5th district seriously just suck! People in the 8th district were bad to be with, but at least they weren't obsessed with where you're from. Honestly, he might have just exited the Nation of whatever his name is at this point, and gone to the outside world, where he would've just died like any other fool who tried to escape this country.
But the E team had been there for him. They made it easier for him, so in exchange he had wanted to make it easier for them, he joined Avid for them, even if Avid was mostly made out of disgusting pigs who say they do the best for others, when they themselves cause the most harm to others
But he could die if he doesn't run right now. Besides it's not like anyone has actually known him. Agony was a cruel thing.
Tilldoor had tried to fight back against the man, he kicked and punched desperately. He lunged and hit him with everything he knew. But the masked men took all the hits from Tilldoor.
The masked man was just standing still, silently glaring at him; it was like he was staring at an ant who was covered in mud.
The Night had finally come. Orm had stayed looking towards Tilldoor who fought with his life, but failed to do much.
Even though he couldn't do anything, he didn't want to leave Tilldoor behind. Orm was stupid.
Then the masked man made his move.
Bang!
Tilldoor was sent flying to Orm, making them crash together into a wall. Orm had bled from his head a little, while Tilldoor had just looked exhausted.
Surprisingly, the Night didn't affect Orm too badly, he felt just fine.
Tilldoor had gotten up and saw that he crashed into a black hair fellow. A noise had filled his ears, he felt wonky, suddenly some of his teeth fell from his face.
The Night had taken effect, his body was slowly breaking down, if he didn't get to sleep quick enough, he would die. His Agony was simply too high level for his current being. Amidst this understanding of his demise, he immediately became worried for another.
"Sir, what are you doing here? It's Night! You got to go before you die." Tilldoor shouted towards the man, while looking towards the masked man. That guy was his only obstacle that was stopping him from just sleeping. He needed to deal with him, somehow.
Orm looked at him in surprise. It hadn't even been a week yet, but it still happened. He had been forgotten.
He already knew what his Agony was, he had a Fated Agony. In a week's time, he would've been forgotten by everyone he knew.
Tilldoor felt his skin wither a bit, one of his fingers looked like it had been through a full 200 years.
He fought the masked man with all of his gut. But he kept flinging him away. The guy he bumped into hadn't left either; he just looked at TIlldoor in an expression that looked like he was in disbelief. TIlldoor hadn't had time to help him with whatever Agony he was facing right now. He already had to deal with his own, and the masked man.
Tilldoor felt like whatever he did to the masked man, it was bound to mess up. He gritted whatever remained of his teeth, and continued to get up, even if he felt too injured. He will not give up; he will be a hero!
Agony was cruel. Orm hated it. He will never have a friend, a place called home, or anything really. That was all he ever wanted.
A silent feeling had started to consume him. It was a silent feeling, but then this feeling was immediately replaced with something else. It was loud, but unnoticeable to Orm. This feeling had consumed his silence. It burst like flames.
Why was he excluded from wanting? Why was he forgotten?
No! He will not accept this! This isn't what he demanded! This isn't what he wanted! He wanted more than just Agony!
"Agony could go to hell! I am going to have it all! The 'Night' these people fear does nothing but make me less known! And that's nothing compared to what I will have!"
"Then how could a mere agony stop me? I WILL find a way around it!"
He looked towards the desperately fighting Tilldoor, he realized another thing he wanted. That masked weirdo is going to die for beating his friend up. Even if he hadn't known he was his friend, yet.
Who cares if he's a Wanderer? I'm me!