The Forgotten Slayer-Chapter 6: Encounter

It took everything in Clyde's power to not let his fear by noticeable.

A dark thought popped up in Clyde's head.

'I could just kill him now.'

Taking only a second he looked around him and noticed that this section of the cart was empty for now. Regardless fighting him here and now could pose risk. Even if he managed to kill him what would he do with the body. Before Clyde could finishing thinking about what to do his thoughts were interrupted.

"Are you deaf?"

"Sorry about that my Lord."

Moving out of the way and without another word, Lord Black continued on his way. Noticing he was without guards a suspicion grew in Clyde's mind.

'Where is he going all alone?'

After a moment Clyde began to follow the tall man. Passing through several compartments Clyde suddenly halted. In front of him the Lord sat with a strange figure that he was unable to properly comprehend. Perhaps it was due to the persons magical capabilities. The two exchanged something that Clyde could not see and suprisingly the figure disappeared into thin air.

A cold chill lingered in the air.

The compartment was empty and it was if a bad omen fell over Clyde.

Beginning to turn around and leave Clyde was frozen.

"Stop and sit down."

Turning back toward the man he walked over and sat down across from him.

"I'm afraid your chance to turn back is gone. Now you will need to die. But I must ask, was it worth it?"

The origin of the Lord's hostility was the strangest thing considering it was not over Clyde's discovery, but rather what he had witnessed. Annoyed that he was discovered so easily Clyde realized he would need to work on his techniques.

Noticing Clyde's carefree attitude the Lord spoke up again.

"Your intolerance will -"

At that moment the Lord had no time to react as a blade was cutting in the direction of his neck. With barely any reaction time the Lord was narrowly able to dodge. He wasn't unscathed as a deep wound appeared on his shoulder.

An intense amount of steam was coming from Clyde's body. A sense of panic overcame him as he realized his suprised attack was a failure. He put everything into that one motion using all of the essence in his body.

"You've just made my job much easier."

Towering above Clyde, the Lords wound was beginning to heal.

Before another moment had passed the Lord swiftly thrusted his arm into Clyde's chest ripping his heart out.

'What a fool I was. Dying this way... I won't forgive myself.'

His vision faded to black.

***

Somewhere in a dark place a young man was opening his eyes. Looking at this desolute wasteland would come as a shock to anyone. But it really did for the man whose heart was just ripped out.

'How am I even alive?'

That thought only lasted for a moment because no matter what he thought of he was dead. A big reminder was the hole in his chest.

At first he didn't even realize he wasn't breathing and began to panic when he couldn't inhale. But there was no need of course and after a minute or two he calmed down.

After an unknown amount of time passed Clyde decided to walk in hopes of finding someone or something. He didn't even know there was an afterlife or if he was in it.

No matter how far he went the silence was always there. Life was nonexistent, there were no stars above him, only dread remained in this place.

Time was incredibly hard to grasp in this place. Eventually Clyde started to develop paranoia. Reaching a new level of insanity all hope was lost. Of course it felt this way until he noticed a light in the distance.

"Finally something!"

Rushing toward the light like nothing else mattered in the world, hope began to arrive in Clyde's heart once more.

Approaching the light which was now recognized as a lantern of sorts, the disappointment returned. Next to the lantern was a piece of hardwood with carving in it.

"Not here."

When the words left Clyde's mouth he suddenly felt very annoyed.

"Well you could at least tell me where then!"

***

Bell began to worry despite her friends reminder to stay in their booth. She wasn't sure what she was expecting with his remarks about the Lord being a monster. But she knew who Clyde was or would like to think she knew at the very least.

As more time passed she decided to take matters into her own hand and stepped out into the train.

'He must be around here somewhere.'

At that moment the conductor used the trains microphone system to convey a message.

"I'm sorry to inform you all of this but there was a viscous attack on a guest. Luckily Lord Black was on the scene immediately and has taken care of the perpetrator. We ask you to stay away from the train cart at the end of the south side with the impeding investigation. With no more delays we will be arriving to Avalor tomorrow morning."

'Clyde is in trouble.'

Thanks to the conductor telling her exactly where everything went down she knew where to check first. Approaching the end of the train a crowd of people were surrounding the open door. Squeezing her way through she gasped looking at the amount of blood on the floor.

For all she knew that was the Lords blood but it seemed unlikely, especially considering what Clyde suspected him of being.

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'I'm out of my depth here.'

Figuring it was best to let Clyde do Clyde things she made her way back to the cabin but froze while overhearing two guards.

"Be on the lookout, Lord Black said the man's body just evaporated into nothing."

"Are you crazy or just an idiot, the guy is definitely dead if something like that happened."

Not wanting to be noticed she continued on her way.

Eventually she made her way back and opened the cabin doors. As she opened them Bell went pale. Lord black was standing in the middle of her and Clyde's cabin.

"Can I help you?"

"Sorry to intrude on your privacy it's just that your roommate was a man of great danger. You were very lucky that I encountered him before he did anything to you."

It took a lot to not show her anger or worry

"Oh well I feel much safer now that a fiend like him has been taken care of."

"It was my pleasure, however I must take my leave as there was nothing of worth in this cabin. Do take care of yourself."

Moving out of the way, Bell was left alone.

She couldn't help but notice a small red stain on the floor where the Lord was standing.