Free Web NovelChapter 32: "I miss mom"
The wave of the Razor Squirrels and their frantic scratching, splashed against an iceberg.
Jimmy and Virena were the iceberg. Granted, the damage he delivered came at the cost of his own blood, they managed to get the situation under control.
If he had more time to fight these horrifying, silver creatures, he would’ve walked out of this battle without a scratch, but it was too late now.
Blood soaked the ground. Be it of the enemy, or of the crows.
"Caw!" Jimmy let out a battle-roar.
Two squirrels pounced on him. In a quick response, he slapped them away with his wings before they could’ve dug their claws on him any deeper!
Three other squirrels then charged towards him. He pecked one of them through the eye, killing it on the spot, before he was jumped by the two remaining squirrels!
[+219 system points]
[Congratulations, you drew the Retractable Razor Armor evolution out of the Razor Squirrels.]
[Level: 1/9]
Jimmy ignored the notifications. He was doing his best to keep those two squirrels away from his throat. He just knew that they wanted to bite through his throat, and wipe his existence clean!
He flapped his wings around, trying to toss the squirrels away, but it didn’t work. They were stuck in his feathers, and their claws were even lodged deep in a few of his recent wounds! The sensation of continuous pain was simply unbearable.
The adrenaline rush he felt was wearing off, so every cut, every bruise, took an extreme toll on him. He was feeling every bit of pain now, the pain he was supposed to feel earlier on before the adrenaline rush hit him.
"Fuck off!" He shouted.
The squirrels wouldn’t budge.
Desperate, his body synced into some sort of auto-pilot. It reacted on his behalf.
A layer of spikes suddenly emerged out of his body. From his head, to his wings, all the way down to his tail, the layer of spikes made sure to cover nearly every inch of him!
The good thing about these spikes was that they did not hurt him. The spikes came out of his body, and impaled the squirrels!
The sudden several stabs the squirrels suffered, forced them to back away. They let go of him, and walked backwards, trying to lick their wounds.
Jimmy used this opportunity to thrust forward, and head-bud one of them. A bundle of one-inch long spikes were neatly positioned on the top of his head, so he stabbed his target right through its face!
"Haha!" He celebrated, "I stole your shit!"
Then, he tried to pull away, but the spikes on his head were stuck in the squirrel’s face.
In response, Jimmy jerked his whole body to the left, and knocked over the other squirrel. The impact he dealt was enough to get himself un-stuck, and knock both squirrels over like bowling pins!
[+197 system points]
Quick as a whip, he rushed towards the other squirrel, and head-budded it so many times that in the end, its head was nothing but a puddle of blood.
[+203 system points]
[Total points: 10,367]
At that moment, he had been in a trance. Completely unaware of the world around him.
Despite the fact that he had black feathers, he too was covered in red now. He hardly looked any different from White Blade.
When he snapped back to his senses, he saw that Virena had taken care of the other three squirrels. The battle was over.
They did not know why it began, what prompted this attack. They fought tooth and nail just to survive it, and in the end, they didn’t care to ask questions.
This was the bloodiest battle he ever took part in. He couldn’t use the pink sneeze to turn those squirrels against one another. Quite frankly, their behaviour was already psychotic, so the way he fought them back was hardly strategic. He had to get his claws dirty.
"This is it for me," He said, "Nice knowing you, Virena."
Jimmy has had double vision nearly through the entire fight. Paired with the blood loss, he reached a point where he couldn’t fight his descending condition anymore.
There were so many tiny stab wounds across his body, that he didn’t know where his wounds stopped, and where his feathers began.
With the battle over, his willpower also reached its end. He passed out.
...
The spiraling depths of the afterlife remained a mystery that no simple, or great mind could crack. It was an enigma.
Jimmy found himself being human once more. He was back in his old family home, and as he looked at his tiny hands, he guessed that he was about six or seven years old again.
"Oh, I remember those," He smiled.
Jimmy was in his old bedroom. The action figurines he used to have, immediately caught his attention.
He used to love these figurines more than anything in the world, but slowly, he outgrew them.
"What went wrong..." He asked himself, though, he wasn’t even sure what answer he sought. "I miss mom."
Jimmy rushed out of his room, waddled downstairs, and looked for his mother.
The moment he found her, preparing dinner, he rushed towards her to give her a hug.
The hug felt like it lasted for a millenia. He was happy, he felt whole. Joy could not fully envelope what he felt right now.
To his horror, as he looked up afterwards, he saw that his mother’s head was replaced with that of a crow’s.
"No!" He cried out.
The calming ambience of his old home was then suddenly replaced with a busy, loud city. He saw a man laying flat on a random bike path.
From the looks of it, the man had suffered an accident.
An ambulance suddenly appeared.
The Emergency Response Personnel popped out of the truck, and to his surprise, they completely avoided the man who was passed out on the bike path.
Instead, they grabbed him, and pulled him towards the ambulance. They were rambling in a language that he could not understand.
"He looks familiar," He said, referring to the injured man that the personnel were supposed to grab instead of him. "Odd."
The personnel threw him in the truck. He didn’t understand why.
Confused, he took a seat. He was alone in the back of the truck, as the personnel did not join him.
As he looked ahead, he saw a crow sitting across from him. Apparently, he was not alone after all.
"Why did they bring us here?" He asked the crow, "I don’t even think you can ride a bike."
"Caw?" The crow titled its head.
A moment later, the canvas in front of him tore. The dark interior of the back of the truck was replaced by rays of light. The sun beat on his pupils as if he owed it money.
"He’s waking up!" He heard a woman shout.
