The Supernal Saint: UnSave

-An ancient former hero, bound by unbreakable chains and a mute voice, is eternally punished by uncontrollably waking and blacking out through time and dimensions.

In each location, he must decide to act upon his much desired revenge or do what he no longer wishes to do...let his power take him and be a hero.-

I woke.

Locale & Time: Possibly Ancient Greece, (though more transient and otherworldly) 

Landscape: Statues and gathering places made of white pillars and limestone. Lush green vegetation surrounds the outskirts with other buildings, presumably houses the outer edge as well. Like something out of a painting but even more vibrant colors.

“Is that all you’ve got?” A woman dressed in some sort of red and white costume or uniform (couldn’t tell the difference) slowly stood up from ground. She was a few hundred yards ahead of me.

Surrounding her was a group of black silk-covered in beasts. More like a mixture of squid and a bear. Some were in hoods, others were out in the open. One was ugly as the other. 

They made an attack formation, ready to throw everything they had directly at her. From the looks of their faces, they appeared as if they were ready to tear her apart. 

I could see the gray hole forming just a few yards behind her. I could almost hear his voice calling. All I had to do was walk passed her and go in. Then, finally, he’d be mine to take down. 

Yet, my conscience had other plans. Without wasting a second, I knew what I had to do. 

I rolled to the left trying to stay out of sight of the beasts and then rolled on up into the midst of the scuffle. 

She stood on one knee after receiving a blow to the stomach. That was my cue, I stood in front of her and closed my eyes, hoping time would slow down and the adrenaline would activate. I focused, letting my heartbeat take me. Except she had other plans. 

“What are you doing? Get out of the way old man.” 

Assuming she must be confused, I continued closing my eyes, focusing on my heartbeat, allowing the situation and the reality of what was happening build up The intensity of my adrenaline. 

Bum bum. 

The danger she was in.

Bum bum. 

And just as I felt the energy within me start to take over, something that felt like a huge clump of metal crashed into my neck, forcing my face into the ground. It was if a truck lambasted me from above my shoulders. 

“Stay down old man I don't need your help. Got this myself.” 

What was she talking about? She’d surely die if she stays like. Is she asking for death? 

“Don't give me that look you decrepit piece of dirt. I know what you’re thinking. I can handle this myself. There's a reason I'm out here. There’s a reason why I’m here, the only person fighting these-” She threw a punch to one to the jaw. “-things.”

Once more she picks me up from my neck. “I don't need you to save me. I don't need anyone to save me.” 

And with that, she flung me into the nearest tree, about 100 feet off. My spine landed directly into the trunk as I slid slowly to the ground. 

Concerned that she just might be taken over by some sort spell from these monsters I tried to quickly gather myself and stand.

But it didn’t matter. They might've been attacking her but she was doing whatever she was pleased to handle her own. Every single move the monsters made, she would have another move for them. She didn’t only counteract them. She threw them back a few feet every time. 

They moved, she moved directly to where they were going. Hitting them. Smacking them. Bringing them them back right down as if teaching them who was more powerful. 

She moved away faster than I anticipated. 

A right. A left. A right again. Left. 

Left foot. Right foot. 

And then both the left and the right. Both legs. Both arms. Spinning, moving, jumping, crushing. One after the other, after the other. One body going to ground the other going up and vice versa. Over and over again until, finally, with one last sweep of her left foot, she connected to each of their heads. And instantly, they turned into the ash and rubble they resembled. 

She stood over their disheveled bodies in triumph, breathing hardly at all. 

I lifted my head barely able to gain my breath as I felt half of my ribs broken, puncturing into my lungs. 

Should've went for the Gray Hole this time. 

It goes to show, some people are in need of saving, but they just don’t want it. 

Some people feel that they can handle it on their own. 

Maybe…perhaps maybe, I should let them all go. Let them all decide. So I don’t have to save them all. 

She gave me one last look of contempt and walked off. 

With a few last puffs of breath, my eyes went hazy once again.

And I blacked out.

Marshall ColemanComment