Eye Of The Eclipse - 33 Just A Hand Shake

Rykar froze in place as the passage descended into silence. The slow roll of the sewer below them seemed deafening, second only to their still elevating heartbeats which thundered in their ears as they peered into the darkness without making a sound.

The sound of blood raged in their minds, their fear clouding their ability to accurately pick up anything in the surroundings.

While concentrating on the path, they completely failed to notice a gloved hand extend silently from the gully below them. The hand gripped the side of the walkway silently less than half a metre from Rykar’s foot. Simply reaching out would be enough to drag him deeper into the darkness.

Soon enough, the hand was joined by another which clasped the edge just as firmly before staying stationary as though waiting for something.

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Three, four, five, six.

Six pairs of hands lined the sewer. The first, in line with Rykar’s leg and the rest extending in the direction of their backs. Three figures cloaked in black, similar to Rykar and Loki, pulled themselves up simultaneously without a sound as the boys were still frozen examining the passageway in front of them.

“He- he has to be in front.” Rykar took a light step forward as he spoke. “If he went behind then we would have seen.” The statement seemed like the obvious, but it was just as much to convince himself as it was to get Loki moving.

They had barely moved a dozen steps forward before the three shadows had extracted themselves from the gorge completely, clinging to the wall as they tailed closely behind.

The distance between the two groups shrunk within seconds as the three figures fanned out. Two of them lined up directly behind the twins as they crouched to the ground, steps sounding out in sync with their targets.

The third then trailed slightly behind as they prepared to assist either side if the need arose. Hearing Rykar’s earlier statement, this third member had been with extra caution, often looking around for any signs of extra company.

Passing another set of lights, the distances closed to the point that the two arms were only inches away from the necks of the twins. Focusing so intensely on the passage ahead of them, there was no way to for the twins to hold a grasp on the situation until one more step fell under Loki’s wrapped feet.

His blood ran cold as their shadows extended underneath them due to the direction of the lights illumination.

The shadows behind them were almost perfectly obscured from the torso and above however their legs began to show as doubles with the shape of the cloak much less apparent on the alien figures behind them.

Throwing himself forward while snatching the hem of Rykar’s cloak, they tumbled to the ground. Loki landed awkwardly as he hit his side while looking up at the assailants.

Staring back at him were three blacked out figures. Trousers, shirts, hooded cloaks and even makeshift masks adorned them as though they had been mummified in ashy black cotton.

“MMF!”

From the side, Rykar struggled to tear his hood from his face. During the fall, due to his cloak being yanked from the side, his hood had mostly reversed, serving only to obstruct his vision and breathing.

The previously silent and stealthy figures froze before straightening up. Unable to tell which, one of them let out a sigh before reaching into the back of his trousers to pull out a short knife. Following suit, it wasn’t long before they all had blades in their palms.

Aside from the first, the rest of the weapons resembled sharpened pieces of metal more than an actual blade. Their twisted and jagged bodies only served to make them look even more horrifying as they seemed to glow softly in the grey light.

“Stand up and face the wall.”

By now, Rykar had just taken the hood off his face. Unable to fully grasp the situation, he stared dumbly between the three attackers and his brother while Loki got up from the ground and made his way to the wall while keeping his eyes on the two in front.

“Get. Up.” The figure repeated slowly. The voice used was slightly calmer and less forceful than the last, yet this was made up for as the sharpened piece of metal slowly shifted in Rykars direction, reminding him of the threat.

Pulling his cloak from his shoulders as he climbed up, Rykar shuffled slowly towards the wall in the same fashion as Loki.

Silence was all that remained as the five sets of eyes peered into each other.

“These guys are like beetles… How many people do you need to deal with two kids?” Everyone stiffened as Rykar muttered underhandedly as he and Loki watched a fourth shadow climb up from the edge in the same manner as the previous three.

“Don’t lump me in with these fools.”

The third member of the group, who had initially been keeping watch at the back, whipped his head around at the sound of the voice. Looming over him was a figure at least a head taller than himself wearing a similarly black cloak.

Bewilderment flashed over his face as he looked up at the masked face towering over him. If given time to think, He may have even thought it a complete joke. The figures face couldn’t even be called ‘covered’!

The new assailants face was partially covered by a hood which was slightly too small, revealing the front portion of his blond brown hair. Even then, the disguise only got worse. With no suitable mask, Loki and Rykar were able to immediately make out Chance, who had simply buried his face into his collar from the bridge of his nose and below.

“Get the fuck off me!” While everyone was still responding to the situation, the third member jumped back on reflex only to realize his hand, along with the twisted metal spike, had been clamped onto by the new arrival. His heart started beating out of his chest as he twisted but couldn’t break free as the pressure gradually increased.

As the blood was slowly squeezed out of his fingers, numbness quickly set in but was followed by an intense heat as his hand erupted in pain. “Pffshhuueee…” clenching his stomach, all the air in his lungs was squeezed out from his clenched teeth as he fell to his knees.

Before he had even emptied his lungs, the other two in his group already had their weapons at the throats of Rykar and Loki, forcing their backs flat against the wall in a bid to escape the blades.

“…”

The deadlock once again continued until the kneeling figure gasping sharply, sucking at the air like a fish out of water.

“Come on guys, why so tense? It’s just a handshake! I haven’t seen my good bro Robin in so long… almost looks like you’ve all forgotten even basic manners?”

Even after hearing the sarcastic words from Chance, the grips on the blades only tightened. By now the twins could only stop their breathing in an attempt to negate some of the force being applied on their throats by the cold edges.

The situation became anything but relaxed as the figure restraining Rykar used his free hand to grip him by the hair, throwing him to the ground and pulling him into a full mount without the blade being farther than an inch from his throat the entire time.

“Who are you and how do you know Chance? You have until three, two-” His words trailed off as Chance straightened his neck, pulling his lower face from the collar in a smooth motion as soon as he noticed the situation going awry.

“Hmm…” After the brief stupor, the eyes under the hood hardened as they shot a venomous look at Chances face. “Not a bad try at all.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he looked back towards Rykar indifferently before the blade plunged down.