Visionless

MCs pov:

(its been a few days since my talk with MS eldez and my *walks* with mr dyrk have finally slowed down , mostly due to him getting an absurd amount of paperwork to do, guess that's what you get for not doing your job).

I say as I my body continue to shiver from an invisible cold.

(im not sure whats happening but suddenly I feel a lot , I was perfectly fine the day before so im not sure whats happened that made me feel like this) I try to think back on the last few days to see what might have caused this.

( damn it I cant think of anything that could be responsible for my current situation, my rutin hasn't changed, iv been doing the same thing for the last few days!) I try to recall my rutin to see if anything different comes up.

(god this constant shivering's is making it very hard to think!, lets see I wake up I eat the food dyrk makes for me I start stretching the way dyrk showed me then we begun our patrol until we find someone who matches a poster on the wanted bored then dyrk stalks them for a few hours until he finds there hideout then he show's me where it is and we start making plans by drawing in the dirt ) I stop midway once I realize something.

(what has dyrk been feeding me?...) I try to think back on the food I have eatin that dyrk made and an idea starts to form.

(the only thing that dyrk fed me up until now was this bad tasting stew that had a chalky aftertaste to it, the only good thing about it was that it had lodes of meat and veggies not that they tasted good, seriously! how do you fuck up stew! ) as I think about dyrks crappy cooking , I notice that all of the meals have one thing in common.

(wait... why would the stew have a chalky aftertaste? I dont think there are any spices or seasoning that have that effect on food!?, did that bastard put something in my food!?).

( no he wouldn… actualy that's very on brand for him) I stand up from my bed and pick up my hatchet from my first murder and start heading down,(im gonna kill that bastard!).

I grip the hatchet tightly in my hand as I head down the stairs, my body still trembling with a mix of anger and whatever strange ailment has taken hold of me. The shivering makes my steps unsteady, but I force myself to move forward, driven by a fierce determination to confront Dyrk.

The guild is quiet, the soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses from the main hall barely registering in my mind. I make my way to Dyrk's office, my heart pounding in my chest. As I approach the door, I can hear him inside, talking to someone. I pause, listening for a moment.

"Yes, yes, I'll get to it," Dyrk's voice says, sounding irritated. "Just leave the paperwork here."

I push the door open, stepping inside. Dyrk looks up, surprise flashing across his face as he sees me standing there, hatchet in hand.

"Kid, what the hell are you doing?" he asks, standing up from his desk. His eyes narrow as he notices the weapon. "Put that down before you hurt yourself."

"You've been poisoning me," I say, my voice shaking with rage. "That stew you've been making me eat. What's in it?"

Dyrk's expression changes from confusion to something darker, a sly smile curling his lips. "Ah, so you finally figured it out," he says, leaning back against his desk. "Took you long enough."

"Why?" I demand, tightening my grip on the hatchet. "Why would you do this to me?"

"It's not poison," Dyrk says, his tone almost casual. "It's something to make you stronger, more resilient. You're an asset, kid. I need you to be at your best."

"At my best?" I repeat, incredulous. "I'm shaking, I can't think straight, and you call that my best?"

Dyrk shrugs. "Side effects. They'll pass. But you'll be stronger for it in the end."

I take a step closer, raising the hatchet. "I don't care about your excuses. You had no right to do this to me."

Dyrk's smile fades, replaced by a look of irritation. "Put the hatchet down, kid. You're not thinking straight. We can talk about this."

"No," I say firmly. "We're done talking."

Before I can move, the door opens behind me, and Ms. Eldez steps in,

"oh there you are!" she said when she spotted me" I was looking for you!"

I look at her and say" can it wait? im kind of in the middle of something" I point to myself and dyrk.

ms eldez ignores me and starts speaking" remember how I told you that I forgot how to do the spell? the translation one! well iv been trying to figure it out and I think I did but sadly itll only last about maybe 48 hours or so and it'll only work inside the guild, that's all that I wanted to say have fun you two" ms eldez walks out of the room and back to wherever she came from.

I look back at dyrk and realis that we have indeed been talking and understanding each others words.

Mr dyrk then says" well that's fun..." befor rushing me at inhuman speeds.

I jump out f the way seconds before he could tackle me to the ground as soon as my feet hit the ground I run tworeds his des and use it for cover.

" come on you little shit show yourself!" mr dyrk yells trying to provoke me, its working but not well enough.

" im gonna chop your head of dyrk!" I say befor hiding my entire body under his desk,

dyrk rushes to his desk to grab me only to see that under the desk is completely empty.

" over here asshole!" I shout now standing outside the door once dyrk looks over I slam the door and run down the stares to the main area of the guild.

( I have to think off a plan to beat that bastard! come on think!) my mind starts thinking off all the information I have on dyrk so far.

( he is faster stronger and slightly taller then me witch is very bad! however he is very easy to goad on since he very often gets tunnel vision when he fights only ever focusing on one thing and ignoring just about everything else this is very good) I start throwing the many tables and chairs tat are not being used by the adventurers and hide behind one of them.

a few second later I hear the sound of laughter coming from the stares leading to the second floor then I hear him speaking.

"well whats your plan boy? how do you plan to take me down huh?" even when I cant see him I know for a fact that he is enjoying this I can already imagine his shit eating grin.

I then slowly hear him coming down and then complete silence until I hear the sound of wood breaking.

dyrk says" fine ill play along, just know that if you dont manage to kill me ill be making a rug out of your hide you mutt!".

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dyrk slowly makes his way over destroying the many scattered chairs and tables one by one and as he dose so he slowly starts speaking.

the many adventurers that are seeing thins go down and are completely puzzled as to whats happening and are slowly getting away from anywhere that's close to the guild manager.

as dyrk makes his way over he hears a sudden sound that came from behind a certain overturned table and smiles.

" found you" he said before dashing at supernatural speeds and punching right through the table only to find nothing.

"huh?! I could have sworn you would be there " dyrk try's to free his hands from the table , but is quickly struck on the shoulder from behind.

dyrk cries out in pain,"

Dyrk's POV:

I stagger forward, feeling the sharp pain in my shoulder where the hatchet hit. This little runt managed to catch me off guard. I grit my teeth and yank my hand free from the shattered table, turning to face him.

"You're dead meat, kid!" I roar, my voice echoing through the guild hall.

He's quick, I'll give him that. The kid darts behind another table, his movements agile despite the adrenaline shaking his limbs. The adventurers around us watch in stunned silence, their faces a mix of confusion and fear. They have no idea what's really going on here, and I intend to keep it that way.

MC's POV:

Dyrk's roar sends a shiver down my spine, but I push through it, gripping the hatchet tighter. I need to stay focused. I managed to catch him off guard once; I need to do it again.

"Come out, you coward!" he yells, frustration clear in his voice.

I peek out from my hiding spot, seeing Dyrk's eyes scanning the room with a dangerous glint. He's enraged, and I know he'll be even more reckless now. I need to use that to my advantage.

"Here I am!" I shout, jumping out from behind the table and hurling a chair at him.

Dyrk deflects it easily, but it buys me a split second to move. I dash to the side, aiming to circle around him. He lunges at me with supernatural speed, but I've anticipated it this time. I sidestep and swing the hatchet at his leg, hoping to cripple him.

The hatchet connects, and Dyrk howls in pain, stumbling as he tries to regain his balance. I take the opportunity to back away, putting some distance between us.

Dyrk's POV:

I can feel the blood trickling down my leg, the pain searing through me. This little bastard is more trouble than I thought. I need to end this quickly before he gets any more lucky shots in.

"You think you can beat me, kid?" I growl, straightening up despite the pain. "You're nothing!"

I force myself to charge at him again, ignoring the throbbing in my leg. The kid's quick, but he's not invincible. I'll crush him with sheer force if I have to.

MC's POV:

Dyrk charges at me again, and I know I can't keep dodging forever. I need to find a way to incapacitate him. My mind races as I search for anything I can use to my advantage.

Then I see it—a heavy wooden beam leaning against the wall, part of the ongoing repairs in the guild. If I can get him to run into it...

I sprint towards the beam, making sure Dyrk sees me. He follows, his eyes blazing with fury.

Just as he's about to reach me, I duck and roll to the side, praying my plan works. Dyrk barrels forward, unable to stop in time. He slams into the beam with a sickening thud, the wood cracking under the impact.

He drops to the ground, dazed and momentarily stunned. I don't waste any time. I rush over, raising the hatchet above my head, aiming for his neck. This has to end now.

Dyrk's POV:

My vision blurs as I hit the beam, the pain exploding through my skull. The kid's smart, I'll give him that. But he's not smart enough to finish the job.

I see him standing over me, the hatchet raised, ready to strike. My hand shoots up, grabbing his wrist with all the strength I have left.

"Not so fast," I snarl, pulling him down and flipping him over. The kid struggles, but I've got the upper hand now. I pin him to the ground, my grip tight around his throat.

"You had your chance," I hiss, squeezing harder. "Now it's my turn.

MCs POV:

"I'll fucking kill you!" I give Dyrk a death glare, and he smiles back in return.

"This was fun, kid, but I think it's about time we end this," Dyrk says, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes, I think you're right. It's about time I end this," a new voice joins our conversation. We both look over to see a dark-skinned man standing a few steps away from us.

I look at Dyrk and see his face pale as a sheet. He mutters, "Uh oh."

(Uh oh? Uh oh?! Did I just hear him say that? Dyrk, the man who easily killed over eight men without a second thought, is afraid of something—or rather, someone?)

Dyrk stammers and tries to respond, "Wait, hold on, I can explain!"

The man smiles and says, "Go ahead. I'm waiting to hear what excuses you make for," he gestures to our current positions, "whatever this is."

Dyrk stays silent, and the man laughs. "That's what I thought. You walk out during our meeting because a kid accused you of poisoning him, which you don't even deny. Then you lunge at the kid, who, in all fairness, was holding a hatchet. After that, you two play a little game of cat and mouse around the guild hall and destroy private property," the man takes a second to breathe, then continues, "Do you want me to continue, or...?"

Dyrk has lost all the color in his face, and at least half of that is due to this man. The other half is due to the bleeding.

Before Dyrk can respond, the man continues, "I'll be sure to put this in the report for the major branches of the Adventurers' Guild."

Dyrk finally finds his voice and yells, "Wait, Stylas, hold on just a second!" The man, now named Stylas, looks at him expectantly. "You want it, right? The thing I took from you that was rightfully yours... I'll give it back if you let this go."

Stylas raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "And what exactly do you have that belongs to me?"

Dyrk hesitates for a moment, then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small, ornate key. "This. I know what it unlocks, and I know how much it means to you."

Stylas' eyes narrow, his expression turning cold. "You stole that from me?"

Dyrk nods, swallowing hard. "Yes, but I'll give it back. Just... let this go. Forget what you saw here."

Stylas steps closer, his presence overwhelming. "You think you can bribe me with my own property?"

Dyrk looks desperate now, his bravado completely gone. "Please, Stylas. I'm begging you."

Stylas takes the key from Dyrk's trembling hand, inspecting it briefly before slipping it into his pocket. "This doesn't change what you did. But for now, consider yourself on probation. You'll face the guild's judgment soon enough."

Dyrk slumps in relief, but Stylas turns to me. "As for you, kid, you did well to stand up for yourself. We'll make sure you're taken care of and get to the bottom of this poisoning claim."

i give dyrk a glare that could kill( what claim? you admitted to it you moron) i think to myself.

I nod, still gripping the hatchet tightly. The adrenaline is wearing off, and I can feel the exhaustion setting in. Stylas turns back to Dyrk, his voice like steel. "Don't think this is over. You'll answer for your actions."

Stylas walks out of the guild, his presence still lingering like a heavy shadow. 

Dyrk sighs in relief, the tension draining from his body. "Well, that was lucky," he says, his usual bravado creeping back into his voice. "Anyway, this was fun, kid. Let's do it again some other time." He stands up, dusts himself off, and heads back to his office as if nothing happened, leaving me standing there with a mix of confusion and anger.

I watch him go, still gripping the hatchet. (Did he just brush all this off? What kind of person is he?) The other adventurers, who had been watching the spectacle, start to disperse, murmuring among themselves.

Ms. Eldez approaches me, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Are you alright?" she asks, her voice soft.

I nod, though I'm not entirely sure. "Yeah, I guess. What was that all about?"

She sighs, glancing toward Dyrk's office. "Dyrk has always been... complicated. But it seems Stylas holds some sway over him. For now, you should rest. You've been through a lot."

I look at her, the questions swirling in my mind. "How did you understand everything that was going on?"

She smiles faintly. "It's a long story. One that I promise to explain when things settle down. For now, let's get you cleaned up and fed."

Reluctantly, I follow her, my mind still racing. (I need answers. But right now, I need to regain my strength. If Dyrk thinks this is over, he's wrong. I won't let him or anyone else manipulate me again.)

As we walk away from the scene, I glance back one last time at Dyrk's office. (This isn't the end. Not by a long shot.)