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His Salvation Chapter 7

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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠… 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝖬𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗇, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒! 𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 8

Chapter 7

A Gandao murmurs to itself with its back turned to face against you. Leon sneaks up behind it with you waiting at the door and slashes its throat before placing it down gently so as to not alert any other enemy lurking by. There is a blockaded brick hole where iridescent light shines through brightening up the room. Through it you could see guns, ammo and herbs spread across on the table all cluttered.

“Hey, that’s my gear.”

“You’re right, I don’t see your jacket anywhere though,” you glance around the room but see no sign of the brown-burgundy jacket, only a red metal gate sealing the entrance to the items.

“Looks like we need to go around,” He adds, walking towards the door to the other side and opening it.

Another Ganado blocks the path, Leon hunches down getting ready to carry out a sneak-strike but the Ganado notices and is now edging closer towards Leon with an exe at hand. Leon barely seems to move, he flicks his wrist, his knife meeting with the steel of the axe with a sharp clink. The axe slides along Leon’s knife and buries itself into the dirt stopping the Ganado’s momentum as it stumbles on its feet before Leon melee kicks it to the floor, permanently knocking it out.

“Nice Parry,” you acknowledge.

“I can teach you if you’re up for it.”

“Actually, yeah. I’ll need to learn everything I can if I want to survive.”

“I don’t know about everything considering the time but the basics should be enough. Let me get my gear first.”

After making plans for a mini practice session later, you take the time to examine the room. It’s dilapidating, the building has various holes where light pokes through. The floor is covered in a green liquid smelling like a sewer with rats squirming all over the place. Two furnaces stand on the side, one empty and the other storing a red gem, a few gaps follow the right wall with glass shards lining the frame.

Leon effortlessly jumps to the other side avoiding the shards and turns around to help you by extending out an arm like always, something you’ve gotten used to by now.

“Wait here,” he asserts with a low voice. The hallway in front of you twists back with a pockmarked wall separating the two sides, behind the wall you both hear a Ganado which Leon creeps behind giving it the same fate as all the ones before it.

“I think that’s all of them,” Leon pokes his head through one of the holes and waves for you to come to his side before opening the door leading you to what looks like some sort of boiler room, a red translucent light illuminating the space giving it an eerie feeling.

“Great, more locked doors,” you sigh. On your left, there is a locked gate that can only be opened from the other side and to your right, you see another locked gate with a hand wheel mounted on the side.

Leon turns the wheel causing the entrance of the room with his gear to open but as he lets go the mechanism slowly goes back to normal.

“You want me to keep it open for you?” You question, wiggling your arms to prepare them for a test of endurance.

“Nah. I got this,” he fully twists the wheel and runs past you, briskly opening the door and leaps through the hole in the wall by placing one hand on the frame, disregarding the shards, and propelling himself forward. He continues to dash towards the closing door, which is now halfway down, and transitions himself into a barrel roll making his way through, all while avoiding the bear-trap placed next to the door—It was something straight out of an action film.

“How was that?” Leon asks picking up his items and stashing them away while opening the red steel door which blocks you from reuniting.

“Nice, that barrel roll was close though.”

“It wouldn’t be an exciting show otherwise,” He smirks while checking his guns for ammo and replenishes them if needed.

You laugh at his statement before turning towards the big gate where a man wearing a grayish, heavily-worn and weathered trench coat along with a mask with white markings opens the door gesturing to the right.

“Over here, stranger,” he speaks with a thick Cockney accent revealing a bulky rucksack as he turns.

“Do you think he’s friendly?” You ask peeking around the corner.

“Well, only one way to find out,” Leon shields you while he opens the heavy gate which leads you to the outside, the sun burning brightly. You both are met with an empty stand with the masked man behind it, a purple candle glows vividly illuminating the surrounding in a cold hue.

“Let’s do some business then, ey,” he says.

“Mind telling us who you are?” Leon inquiries.

“Just refer to me as the Merchant,” his thick accent fills the air.

“Okay….and what are you doing here?”

“Just doing business,” the Merchant pulls his trench coat to the side revealing all sorts of guns, ammo and trinkets that would be useful in your situation.

You leave Leon’s side and sprint towards the Merchant to examine all of his guns and ammo.

“I also provide repairing services.”

Your eyes sparkle with excitement as you quickly turn to face Leon.

“These are gonna be so useful for our journey,” you giddily bring Leon close and take out his knife.

“We weren’t doing too bad on our own.”

“What are you talking about? Your knife’s on its last legs. We should be thankful we found him when we did,” you hand the knife to the Merchant, “Can you repair this please.”

“Whatever you say,” Leon hums, a small, tight smile not quite reaching his eyes.

“Not without a price,” the Merchant answers your question.

“Oh of course,” you reach out your hand, palms facing up, waiting for Leon to give you one of the pouches he's been collecting, “Good thing your scavenging worked out for us.”

“I told you it would come in handy,” he hands you one of the pouches as you eye him feeling annoyed but thankful for his intuition.

You hand the merchant some money for him to repair the knife. While he does the repairing you browse through his inventory to see what else you could buy and just then your eyes land on the only rifle in his catalogue.

You quickly grab it; the weight shocks you as you lurch, and hand it to Leon, “This is a must. We could easily take out a few of the Ganados from afar.”

“I was thinking of getting it too, guess it's final then,” Leon pays the Merchant.

“Pleasure doing business with ya,” he hands you back the knife, “I can also take a couple treasures outta your hands.”

“You mean like this?” Leon takes out the small flagon from his pocket.

“Exactly that, I'll pretty much take anything.”

“Good to know,” Leon turns to face you, a cheeky grin slowly starts to form and his eyes are filled with an ‘I told you so’ look, as if you were the weird one for questioning why you both were wasting time collecting gold trinkets when the whole village is infested with zombie wannabes.

“These gems must be for the indents,” Leon takes out two red gems and places them perfectly into the absent holes before handing them to the Merchant for a hefty sum.

“Thank you,” the Merchant takes the decorated flagon, “I see you’ve also taken care of a request,” he takes out three pink gems and places them on the table.

“Are you talking about the blue medallions”? You question.

“Yes, you can trade these spinels here for all this,” he opens another section of his trench coat to reveal some more items, one of them being another handgun.

“How much for the punisher?” Leon points to the gun.

“Five spinels.”

“Don’t you already have a handgun?” You ask, raising a brow.

“It’s not for me, it’s for you,” Leon counts all of the spinels you both currently have. Three from destroying the blue medallions and one from when Leon found the pink gem on top of the roof in the village.

“Hmm we still need one more,” He notices a blue note attached to one of the decorations, this time asking for someone to kill the three rats that roamed the abandoned factory, “Time for some pest control.”

You ignore his joke, “Why do I need a gun? I barely even know how to use one,” you stand confused waiting for his answer.

“It’s only for emergencies, in cases where I might not be by your side all the time. Remember, only for emergencies. I don’t want you getting injured since you haven't had much practice.” He answers with a stern tone.

“Makes sense, okay let’s go kill some rats.”

You walk back to the factory and head past the boiler room and into the twisty hallway with the pockmarked wall where you hear a squeak.

“You wanna shoot?” He asks, taking out his gun and gesturing at the rat with it.

“Might as well get the practice in wherever I can,” you take his handgun and aim forward with shaky hands. This time it’s a moving target which increases the difficulty by tenfold. BANG. You miss. Bang. You miss again.

“You’re trying to track it. Focus on a specific area and examine its movement. You can either wait for a moment of stillness then quickly snap to it and shoot, or you can determine its pattern and point your gun in that area.” He places his hand over yours guiding you to a steady point, “I recommend the latter, it’ll be easier.”

You let out a deep breath and focus, examining and determining the rat's pattern. BANG. A pained squeak followed by a pool of blood surrounds the rat.

“Good job,” the skin around his eyes crinkles as his smile widens.

“Thanks, you’re a better teacher than I thought.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Wanna take the other two out?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it.”

Behind the broken window you hear another squeak. You both climb through, Leon making sure to help you avoid the shards. BANG. You miss.

“Don’t worry, it takes practice. Try again,” he leans against the wall with his arms crossed.

You take one more deep breath, aiming at the steady point and place your finger on the trigger. Knees slightly bent as you put weight to one hip. BANG. The familiar pained squeak echoes followed by the pool of blood.

You turn to face Leon as he stands there, thumb up, “Nice.”

“One more left,” you notice the final rat squirming by the furnace and slowly creep up behind so as to not alert it. You take the same stance you did before except faster this time and more fluid. BANG. You didn’t miss. All three rats are now taken care of.

“Well done. Fortunately you got in some practice with moving targets.”

“Yeah, good thing they couldn’t.…rat-aliate,” you smirk, holding in your laugh.

Leon lets out a small chuckle while shaking his head, “Jokes are meant to be funny.”

“You laughed though. Besides that’s exactly how you joke,” you tell him, handing back his gun and watching him reload.

“I laughed because I was caught off guard. My jokes are way better.” he retaliates, grinning in the process.

“Sure, sure,” you laugh, “we should head back and trade our spinels.”

You both return to the Merchant and trade your spinels for the punisher leaving you with two remaining. He adds a waistband along with the gun for easier storage. There’s also a holster where you can store a knife.

“Anything else I can help ya with?” the Merchant asks.

“No, I think that’s all for now,” you answer

“Thank you for your patronage.”

You wave bye to the Merchant and continue on with your journey.

“I didn’t think there were any sane residents here, let alone a whole merchant. I wonder how he plans to continue his business if there’s barely anyone to sell to,” you spark a conversation with Leon fiddling with your waistband to get it to the perfect positioning.

“Not sure, that’s his headache,” he notices a yellow-painted box at the corner of his eye and goes to break, picking up the ammo that dropped out.

“They really are everywhere, the boxes.”

“Yeah, pretty convenient for us.”

The surrounding area looks abandoned with random white sacks filled with what you can only hope is something non-dangerous along with metal bars and pillars scattered throughout. Train railings trail the floor to a giant gate that is barricaded with steel bars and could only be opened through inserting some sort of a bird emblem.

“Don’t think we can go this way,” Leon turns around and continues on a different path that has unevenly lined wooden planks as the flooring with a recognisable white fence outlining the pathway.

You follow closely behind, keeping an eye out for any Ganados or anything else that’s hazardous.

“The hell are we?” Leon sighs, shaking his head, the path continues on for a while with no end in sight. The scenery never changes, feeling almost like you’re in a constant loop. Just then, Leon notices a Ganado not far off in the distance.

“Looks like we found the perfect practicing buddy to help you learn parrying. That is if you’re up for it.”

You soothe your nerves, wriggling the tension out of you, “Yeah I’m ready.”

“Okay. Take this,” he hands you his combat knife while taking out a small more fragile knife he found earlier, “First you need to use the strong part of your blade, not the middle.”

You hold the knife tightly ready for when Leon strikes.

“Loosen your grip but not too much, parrying is flicking your wrist to get rid of the enemy’s momentum so it needs to be quick.”

You do as he says.

“Okay lets try it out, I’m going to come close with my knife near your face and stop at about where you should start parrying,” he brings the knife close and stops just shy of your nose.

You catch his knife with the ‘strong’ of your blade just above the handle and quickly flick your wrist to move it away.

“Good, but you need to catch my knife at an angle. It’s gonna allow for the enemy's weapon to slide off easier,” he positions himself for another strike.

“Got it, at an angle,” you loosen your grip and compose yourself, feet slightly spread apart.

Leon once again swings his knife, stopping it just shy of your nose. You react quickly and angle your knife to catch his, flicking your wrist at the right moment causing Leon to stumble back a little.

“Did I do it?” You stand awaiting the verdict.

“Well done. You learn fast,” he regains his footing, “Ready for the real deal?” He looks over towards the Ganado holding a dull knife.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you say but your heart wouldn’t stop thumping. This would be the first time you would get this close to a Ganado.

“As soon as you parry, run straight back. I’ll shoot it right after, I’m gonna be right here with you”

“Yeah okay, I can do that,” you steadily sneak up to the Ganado, legs shaking with every step but you power through, you need to overcome this if you want to better your chances of survival.

The Ganado notices you.

It comes up close waving a knife in the air spouting something in Spanish you couldn’t understand. You wait for it to take a swing and remember what Leon taught you as you loosen your grip. Its knife is just shy of touching your nose—it gets closer than you would like—before you catch it with your own knife, flicking your wrist without hesitation sending the Ganado’s knife flying into the air where it gets lodged into a rock, causing the Ganado to stumble in the process.

“Run back!” Leon shouts from not too far behind.

You comply, swiftly turning 180 degrees and run next to him as he shoots down the Ganado, killing it with three bullets to the head.

“You did good,” he has his hand out, gesturing for a high-five.

“Thanks,” you smile as you high-five him, the adrenaline still coursing through you.

“Wanna take a break?”

“No it’s okay, let’s continue,” you wipe the sweat off your forehead and catch your breath before continuing on.

You both walk for a while longer and are met with a large wall made out of wooden planks of different colours and sizes with a ladder leading you to the only path forward.

You place one hand on the wood, leaning against it while the other hand massages your temples, a continuous throbbing spreads through your head in a rhythm.

“Hey! What’s wrong? How are you feeling?" Leon’s expression looks too worried for someone who’s just experiencing a normal headache.

“Why do you look so shocked?” You ask, before feeling a runny, warm liquid drop down your nose, the colour similar to crimson. Oh no

Your eyes fade in and out of blurriness, Leon scrambling to find his handcloth. You feel a hand delicately wrap around the back of your head, mindful of your earlier injury. Leon repeatedly calls out your name as he holds the cloth over your nose gently applying light pressure.

Memories of a familiar looking clock and candle resurface.

a/n: Hi guys, I won’t be able to update for a while because of exams. How do you like the story so far? Let me know if you want me to continue updating after.

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