Justice: Battle of Father and Son by R.T. Adams (rm book recommendations .txt) 📕

in pain with my severed arm. I looked around myself, finding my sword nearby. He stood and walked over to me, already preparing his sword. I reached over just as he got in range and grabbed my sword, quickly lunging the sword through his lower abdomen, twisting it and pulling it out. He fell to his knees in pain, dropping his sword and reaching down to his wound. I then stabbed my sword into his chest. He gasped as it went through him.

“Damn you,” I said to him.

“My son,” his tone seemed to change, “Please don’t let me die.”

“Begging for mercy?” I said.

“Think about it. We could rule this world together, make all the wrongs right. You could change all I did, you could be the right of this impure world,” he started ranting. Just as I was about to pull my sword out and cut his head clean off, I felt something penetrate my chest. I looked down and saw his arm in my chest.

“What?” I said, releasing my sword and grabbing his arm.

“Feel my pain, child,” he said, “Take my arm and continue forward.” He said. Suddenly, his arm began flowing into my body, causing pain all throughout my body. I fell over, shouting in pain, clawing at my chest as it continued to burn inside. The Emperor fell as well, immobile and drained of life. Soon, I started to cough and hack up a bit of blood. When the immense pain stopped, I looked over at my missing left arm and, surely, it was there. The arm which had been on the Emperor was now on me. Suddenly, a voice started speaking in my head, forcing thoughts into my head that I didn’t want to know or see. Suddenly, I lost control of my body. I was beginning to move on my own. I was conscious, I could see everything, but I couldn’t control myself. I heard the door slam open, and so my, or rather “its” head jolted over to it.

“Kimbo?” Randolph said, “Kimbo, did you do it.”

“Kimbo, your arm!” Alicia pointed out my arm. “No please, don’t come near me!” Or so I wanted to say, but I couldn’t say anything. The thing controlling me had walked over to Randolph and Alicia, suddenly jutting out its arm and grabbing the throat and Randolph, throwing him aside. With surprising strength that I couldn’t ever have obtained, he smashed through the wall. Just as Alicia was about it speak, its hand reached up to her mouth, keeping her silent, but it didn’t do anything to her. Did it recognize her as the one I love, so it didn’t attack her? Regardless, it released her and then grabbed her, pulling her towards me. It grabbed her in its arms. Suddenly, I felt jealous. It was myself, but at the same time, it wasn’t. I couldn’t control it, nor could I do anything. She struggled to free herself, but couldn’t manage to release its grip. It reached down and grabbed the hilt of the sword at her side and turned, then threw the sword at Randolph, in which it penetrated completely through his arm, the hilt and all. He fell to one knee and held his arm, now bleeding furiously. It lifted Alicia into both of its arms and walked over to the throne, setting her down into the slightly less decorated throne and tore cloth off from one of the dead bodies, binding her to the chair. It walked over to Randolph and, with one arm, grabbed him, lifting him with hardly any struggle. It walked over to the broken window and held him out it, ready to release its grip. However, just before it did, Alicia screamed my name, causing it to turn. Suddenly, a loud screeching sound pained my head, causing it to toss Randolph as it released him. He flung out the window and the thing fell to its knees, grabbing its head. It darted a gaze over to Alicia, which it then walked over to it and tore the cloth off of the chair, lifting her and keeping one hand over her mouth. It ran through the hall until it reached some sort of chamber in the lower parts of the castle. I threw her into one of the cells and closed the heavy metal door. She stood up and went over to the window, but it walked away and I was unable to do anything, even still. My body was entirely under the control of the arm, but I could see, hear, and think of everything. The only possible way I could think of removing it was to sever my arm once more, or to die.

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Publication Date: 02-09-2017

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Dedication:
Dedicated to Samuel Holloway and Makyla Sampson for being two of the greatest friends I've had throughout the roughest times.