We have reached, yet another milestone. Cheers to all who have read it and e me their support and feedback, positive and negative. This comic includes a character I almost forgot about, he first appeared in the second comic and the fourteenth comic but made minor appearances. This comic however will only focus on him. Also for those of you who say I’m post-farming, please keep in mind that I am licensed to do comics every Sunday first thing when I wake up. TheFireKid has given me full permission to do this. Thank you for your time and enjoy. The gallops of a dozen horses storms the rainy forest, the footsteps echo across the hollow trees, and the colourful birds flew away in fear. The Elite Solider, NightTroy, was leading the troops to hunt down the infamous PyroKnight and the traitors Kocoski and Luisa. NightTroy had rain pouring down his face, hiding his sweat. Finally coming to a stop him and his men leapt off their horses and stood still and silent. Not a word was spoken, nor a sound was heard. NightTroy pointed the men toward a tiny tree, this little tree was covered in orange, black marks in the shape of a blade. NightTroy: This is definitely PyroKnight. One of you follow the marks, we’ll search for food. The soldiers behind NightTroy were shivering as if it were winter. Frightened by predictions of what could happen to them. With precise timing they all took a step back in perfect rhythm. NightTroy got annoyed with his soldiers stubbornness. He took a step forward to them, with his hand reaching for his large, silver blade that rested on his back. NightTroy: Now... I’m not asking again. One of you little pests... are going to follow the marks. The rest of us... will find food... and the one who does return, will receive a medal saying ‘Senior Soldier’. However... if no one volunteers, I’ll make them. So who’s going first? Soldier One: No one. Stopped by a sudden voice... NightTroy turns to inattentive troop who refused his offer. NightTroy towered over the man and began his sentence with... NightTroy: What was that? Underling. Soldier One: I said no! What if I die? What if PyroKnight kills me?! NightTroy: PyroKnight should not be the one you should be worrying about right now... ok... we have a volunteer, I presume? The soldier stared into NightTroy’s soulless eyes, filled with hatred and anger. NightTroy experiences a memory he had a few years back. The memory took place in an old rusty room, filled with dusty bricks and a tiny bed, with a wooden chair next to it. NightTroy enters the room with another person, whom is unidentifed. NightTroy laid flat on the tiny bed and the other person sat on the wooden chair. Doctor: Hello Troy. My name is Doctor Reily, and I’m going to be your therapist for today. NightTroy: What the hell is a therapist? Doctor Reily: A therapist is a doctor that relieves you of your mental problems and physical problems by talking. I believe talking to people is a good option. It’s going to be useful in these times. NightTroy: So... you’re not a real doctor. Doctor Reily: No. I’m THE Real Doctor. NightTroy: Ok... please do not say that for the rest of the session, you act like you’re the only doctor. But you’re not.... NightTroy stops to take a deep breath and relax his brain. Air through the nose, and out through the mouth. NightTroy turns to face the doctor, whilst snapping out of the memory the voices still go on, but the image is blurred. NightTroy gazed at the cowardly soldier, NightTroy holds his sword up to the soldier’s chin. The soldier retaliates, leaving NightTroy’s blade impaled to the ground. The rest of the soldiers decide to help overthrow NightTroy. Doctor Reily: So... let’s start with a basic question. Why are you here? NightTroy: To relieve my problems. Doctor Reily: Yes. But what problems? You need to tell me so I can help you. What troubles you Troy? NightTroy: It’s... it’s the whole world. Doctor Reily: Pardon? The soldiers aim their bows at NightTroy ready to fire, before they could do anything, NightTroy shift shapes his arm covered in a black substance into a giant blade and stabs a soldier right through the chest. The other soldiers fight back, some began to flee. NightTroy extend his arms with the same black substance and grabbed the two soldiers who were running a crushed their heads like a grape. The voice of the Doctor still echos in his mind. Doctor Reily: What about the world? Who troubles you? NightTroy: Everyone. Ever since the Enderman mission. Doctor Reily: Enderman mission? What was it? NightTroy: It happened last year. It’s long and boring, you don’t want to hear it. Doctor Reily: It’s my job. I’m here to help. NightTroy cannot get the voices out of his head, the voices still continued while NightTroy was opposing his betrayed soldiers. NightTroy shapes his hands into a variety of weapons, from a battle axe to a spider leg to a giant hand to a hammer. Making the soldiers look like volcanoes erupting blood out of their bodies! NightTroy: I was seventeen at the time. I was sent on a very important mission... some people are rumoured to still be sick from the disease over 12000 years ago. aXed said there was a way to cure everyone, they needed some EnderVenom, which you can only get from these creatures called Enderman. I went with my old friend, he and I were sent to find Endermen, with the slightest luck, we managed to find these mysterious creatures. But my friend’s luck was no more. He.. he died. I fought the Enderman, gave it everything I got, it cut my arm open like wood. I was pouring blood out of my arm, in the end I emerged victorious. I ripped the enderman’s head off... but that’s where my life turned around... Doctor Reily: What? What happened? Struggling to find the words... NightTroy just confesses how he felt about the world and how that day helped him see that more clearly. NightTroy: That day... was a wake up call. I needed it more than anyone else. You’re in a group of... say thirty or fourth people. Are you with me on this, Doctor? Doctor Reily: Yes. Continue. NightTroy: If you have one odd... just ONE odd. The group immediately turns to you and decides you’re a freak. I’m human... just like them. But they fail to see that, they only focus on what’s wrong with me... they should focus on what’s wrong with them. One tiny, little feature and suddenly... my friends turn on me. My parents, they tried to kill me. Instead, I killed them... and I’m left to take care of my adopted younger brother. I can’t bare to tell him I have this.. infection. Doctor Reily: Infection? THE infection? NightTroy: No... when I ripped the enderman’s head off... some of it’s EnderVenom dropped into the cut it gave me. It was in my bloodstream I couldn’t get it out. All my pain, it’s gone. I can’t feel anything. My blood went from red to black, my veins went from blue to dark purple. I then found out... my whole life was a lie. The people beat down on others because they are different. It’s my mission to change that. Doctor Reily: But you don’t look different... NightTroy: Let me show you. NightTroy picks up a small, shiny, steel knife, and cuts his arm open. Leaking out of the cut is a black substance crawling out of his skin and onto the table. Doctor Reily looks up at the diseased man. NightTroy: You see me as a freak too. Don’t you? Just say it! Doctor Reily: No. But you need help. NightTroy used the black substance to extend his arm and slam the door shut. The doctor turned back to NightTroy. Doctor Reily: Please... I can get you help. Just listen to me Troy. NightTroy: Don’t call me Troy... I’m NightTroy. Within a split second, NightTroy shapes his other arm in to a large blade and cut the doctor in half. The sound of a body being cut in half was the last thing he could remember. NightTroy opens his eyes once more and sees dead bodies everywhere. NightTroy did what had to be done, he couldn’t risk letting the world know what he is. NightTroy: Desperate times call for desperate measures. I’m sorry mother. I’m sorry father. Forgive my sins. My lust for blood, my wrath for people, my pride for equality, my gluttony and greed for my selfish reasons, my envy for you and my sloth for serving the kings. But I must do what I must... to survive. NightTroy looks up at the clouds and rip his own heart out. Beating on the floor was a black and red heart, squishing noises could be heard. NightTroy walks up to the fainting organ, and squashes it under his own foot. NightTroy picks up his feet and walks away from the flattened heart. NightTroy: Goodbye, humanity. To be continued...
Let me correct your sentence for you. ‘You died here’. Also thank you for catching onto that. I was wondering if anyone would get that.
