The Other Earth by Derek Schumacher (reading like a writer .TXT) 📕

again, Marcus began to quickly maneuver around his brother, keeping his hands together, his stance still in place. But this time Neil wouldn't be fooled, and quickly stuck his arm out, shooting a blast of flames from his body, igniting Marcus's entire arm. He screamed in agony, and wailed in pain, his eyes trembled. His flesh felt as if it were about to melt straight from the bone, and he would have nothing left to fight with.

Using this intense pain as a motivator, Marcus jumped infront of his brother, and released a flurry of blows into his face. Some with his fist, others with his palm, and one final one with both hands, bashing downwards on his skull, sending his brother into the stone floor. Marcus lands and kicks him in the face before zipping backwards and staring at his arm. The fire was out, but his skin was charred and black, some of it peeling off. It hurt immensely, but he could still fight.

His brother rose to his feet, slowly wiping the blood from his face. It dripped from his face, and onto the floor. It was slowly becoming less and less red, and more of a black color, the color of demon blood. As the fight dragged on, it seemed that Neil had begun to lose more and more humanity. Before long, there might be nothing left within him, and he truly would be a demon. Marcus wanted to end this, before his brother suffered too much.

"You think you're really clever with all the quick blows and stuff, don't you? But don't worry, I've got a plan for you", Neil chuckled to his brother. Then he bent down, and put his hands to the ground, and from his hands began to sprout fires, that began to creep across the ground. They were spreading fast, and before long, Marcus wouldn't have any room to fight.

Quickly, Marcus thought of something. He snagged the axe from the floor and jumped for the cove, latching onto a cliff on the side, climbing up higher in the mountain. Neil could be heard cursing in the distance, and the fire spilled from the cove. Marcus could see a small area atop the peak that could be used to continue the engagement, this time with a bit more room, and less walls to get cornerned in, which was perfect.

It wasn't long before Neil climbed his way, growling loudly at his brother. He put his arms to the ground once again, but before he put out any fire, he was met with a blow to the throat, as Marcus had rushed over and palm struck his neck when he bent down. The strike then exploded with force, and caused Neil to collapse to the ground once again, the snow melting away slowly, and the snow that didn't, became coated in blood.

Neil screeched and jumped upwards, grabbing his brother's already burned arm, and seared it once again. Marcus cried out in pain, and grabbed Neil's face, using his strength to pry him from his body, holding him up, and using his burned arm to club his face in while he was in the air, stepped backwards after the attack to tend to his arm. The skin was broken and bleeding, burned and black. Both of the brothers looked at eachother, and then stepped forward quickly.

Marcus went for the low blow, while Neil went for a high smash. Marcus's fist crashed into his brother's chest, force exploding into his body, but at the same time, his brother's fist collided with his face, scalding him and causing his head to be thrown backwards. After the attack, both of the brothers stumbled backwards, glaring back at eachother. Marcus held his burned face, while Neil held his injured chest.

Quickly, Marcus took the chance to re-engage, blood flaking from his face and arm, but he didn't mind. He then jumped to the side of his brother, and proceeding to litter his brother's back with punches while he was bent over, holding his chest. Each punch caused more blood to spray from Neil's mouth.

Neil then swung his arm as hard as he could around his body, catching Marcus in the face, causing him to spin off balance and crash into a stone pillar. Then, the demon spit out the blood flowing into mouth and smiled, the liquid dripping from between his sharp teeth.

Marcus pulled himself back to his feet, holding his head, blood beginning to drip from his nose. He clutched his fists together and reset his stance, watching Neil's movements. Suddently, his brother set in a dead sprint, and threw a wild punch, flames exploding off of his hand. Without thinking, Marcus threw himself into his brother, igniting himself in the process. While he was in contact with his brother, he pushed both of his palms together, and thrusted with all his strength, the power exploding and causing Neil to fly into the air, and come crashing down on his back.

Now on fire, Marcus had no choice but to quickly use the snow around him to cool himself down. Practically his entire body was now riddled with burns from his brother's attacks, but at least his internals are doing better than his brother's. With every blow, his explosions of power cause internal damage, and with enough of it, he could beat him. Thing was, he had to land enough blows before becoming engulfed in flames.

But, it looked like he had landed just enough on his brother's chest to deal some significant damage. Once Neil landed on the ground, he slammed on his back, and blood shot from his mouth, and he held his chest. All the attacks must have begun to damage his vitals, especially his heart. Marcus didn't want to have to kill his brother, but if it was the only way to stop him, he had no choice.

Then, he watched Neil slowly get back up, blood now pouring from his mouth. And once again, his face turned towards him, and with that same, twisted smile. But this smile was pained, blood seeping out of his mouth as he did so. He stumbled towards his brother, and balled up his fists as he approached. Marcus quickly locked his hands, and watched Neil's movements.

All of a sudden, something unexpected happened. Neil opened his arms, and grabbed onto Marcus, holding him tightly. He stared at his brother, and his brother did the same. His smile grew wider and wider, as so did his grip grow tighter and tighter. It didn't seem like Neil was going to let him escape his grasp, and then, he figured out just exactly what his brother was planning to do, and anxiety began to skyrocket within him. Was he serious?

Demon

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Suddently, his brother began to ignite himself, and Marcus as well, in the process. His grip was as tight as ever, and Marcus thrashed, trying to escape the flames that have begun to spread from his brother to him, lighting his body on fire. It was more painful that anything he had felt before in his entire life.

Silence

A somber ending, Marcus holding his brother's corpse as he is rescued.

Epilogue

The aftermath of the rescue, what's going on with Marcus, the new planet. Another book?

Imprint

Publication Date: 11-25-2019

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Dedication:
I dedicate this book to the NaNaWriMo 2019 Challenge, and hope that all of the people out there who love to write, embrace it and do what you love.