Chapter 82 – Pain is the primordial truth

Chapter 82 – Pain is the primordial truth

The way to the arcade was strained, to say the least. Rave, who had defended Victoria just two days ago, glared angrily at the confirmed traitor at all times. “Sure ya won’t stab us in the back?” she asked on one occasion.

“As long as Igor doesn’t want me to, I will do no such thing.” Victoria answered while staring straight ahead. John couldn’t detect even a hint of guilt on her.

“You mind if I ask you a thing?” John intervened before things could take a course that would pull their attention away from their current mission. “Why do you hand the blood out in the first place if it is that easily abusable?”

“I don’t know.” Victoria kept her eyes on the target, the small alley between two relatively new buildings.

“The fuck do ya mean ya dunno?” Rave asked.

“My rank in the Bloodfallen is not high enough to be presented with such secrets.”

“So, you just blindly trust that guy?”

That got a reaction from Victoria, her eyes snapped to him and she caught up to him. Little space between them, she hissed, “Don’t you dare refer to Igor as ‘That guy’. He is saving you from her.”

‘And the more I hear about this whole thing the less sure I am about if you guys are fit to protect anybody.’ John kept that to himself as he apologized to de-escalate the situation, “Sure, sorry.”

It wasn’t worth making a fuss over right now. He may have solved the puzzle of the origin of the Blood of Thana but who she was, why her blood had such strong properties or who the Bloodfallen actually were, those questions still went unanswered. For now they had to deal with Travolta.

“Jane, can you write a message to your dad?” John requested, as the typical alleyway came into view. “I think if something is wrong with Travolta, he’ll want to try and deal with it.”

“On it,” Rave responded with a nod. “We waiting until he arrives or...?”

John wanted to answer affirmatively, but Victoria answered for him. “No. We won’t make Igor wait.” She kept on moving.

The Gamer was tempted to just let her go in on her own, but there was no telling what she would or would not do. Best case seemed to be that Travolta ripped her apart. Worst case she drove a bullet through his brain. He would never know if he stayed there. “Fucking bitch,” he cursed at her openly. She didn’t even acknowledge it with a glance over her shoulder.

“Travolta, the Bloodfallen want to kill you.” John stated the situation, “You need to come with us.”

“I can’t... I need to understand her better.” Travolta took the bag, “She is in so much pain, John. Only in pain. There are no other feelings, only pain. Why? Why isn’t she allowed to feel anything else?” His demeanour changed rapidly, the moment of clearness he had just had was replaced with incoherent ramblings. “Nails, there are nails, Jane. The world spins, spins around for so long. What does it spin for? It’s... cold? It’s all so cold.”

“Travolta, you need to...” Rave put a hand on the man’s shoulder as he heaved himself up.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME, HUMAN!”

Rave was suddenly catapulted through the room by a backhand slap of Travolta’s thick arm. She nearly slammed into the pile of medical equipment. Only a feline body getting between it and her prevented Rave from having a terrible crash. “Owww,” Rave complained, rubbing the spot where Travolta’s hand had connected with her chest.

“I advise you to be more careful.” Copernicus landed a few metres away and scratched himself behind his ear, “I am not going to help you too much.” Somewhat relieved, John turned to look at Travolta.



That was new and also very, very bad from the looks of it. “I warned you.” Victoria shouted over to them and pulled out an assault rifle. “This is what happens every time.”

“Pain, that is all.... all the pain.... the pain she feels.” Travolta was gone and whatever had now taken his place was rambling on and on. “Torment. Senseless, emotionless, endless, torment. That is truth. Pain is....” Travolta laid his eyes on Victoria. “You understand? Don’t you?” He asked and walked towards her. “The Bloodmother is in you too. The answer is under the nails.”

Victoria didn’t grace him with an answer. Too distracted to prevent it this time, John only realized she had pulled out yet another gun when the sound of flying bullets echoed around the room. Each bullet that hit Travolta sent shockwaves through his whole body. Despite what had just happened, Rave was quick to shout at Victoria. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Cleaning the mess.” Victoria let the empty magazine drop and jammed a new one into the handgun.

Travolta, despite being riddled with bullets, was still standing. He wasn’t bleeding. To John, it even looked like the wounds were closing as the mountain of muscles that was Travolta started storming forwards to keep Victoria from continuing to shoot. The empty transfusion tore out of his arm. “WHERE IS SHE?!” he screamed as he rammed shoulder first into Victoria. The comparatively small woman was lifted up and carried along, until they both crashed into one of the tables. Expensive lab equipment and wooden splinters were sent flying everywhere.

Whether or not Travolta was beyond saving at this point John didn’t know, but it was clear that they needed to do something. “Aclysia, you try to keep him occupied. Jane, we will try to subdue him.” It was a stupid plan in all honesty. Travolta had already shown to be several times stronger than each of them but they needed to find a way to....

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