As the new enemy slipped his swords out of their shafts, the Silver's grandparents yelled to the group of five. "Run upstairs! We'll take care of this one like we did the others!"
Not knowing what to do at the moment, Silver and his friends ran up the nearby stairs to the second floor, whose hallways had a bird's eye view on the first floor.
The old couple loaded their pistols and shot a single bullet each toward the intruder. With a quick motion, the enemy held up his two swords in the air.
From the second floor where Silver and his group were, it seemed unreal. After the bullets were shot, they bounced off the swords back to its shooter. In an instant, Silver's grandparents were lying on the floor, dead.
Everyone was speechless. Especially when the enemy went to the corpses and slashed his swords through the flesh. Still with no knowledge of how to defeat this new enemy, the group headed into a new dilemma with the killer coming up the stairs towards them.
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Silver was unsure of what to do next. When the killer reached the second floor, Silver only did what his instincts told him to do. To fight.
His first option was to run forward, which he followed. He ran as fast as he could, wielding the knife that the killer had thrown at them earlier. Unfortunately, the Octarian was faster than Silver. Silver shuddered at the metallic sound of the sword being pulled out of its shaft and hesitated to run. The Octarian used this as an opportunity. Impulsively, the Octarian swung his left sword at Silver. Silver tried to block the attack with his knife, in which he was successful. Then, the Octarian swung his right sword when Silver was defenseless.
As he groaned, Silver risked himself. As the Octarian's secondary sword neared his face, he held up his hand and caught the blade of the sword in his hand. The Octarian smirked as he slashed harder into Silver's hands. Silver winced as he felt the sharp metal cut the inside of his hand. He was already losing grip and feeling in his left hand as the blood streamed freely out of the numerous large sword cuts.
"Silver!" Sapphire yelled in worry immediately after she saw the color red. "Guys! Throw your knives, now!" Sapphire demanded as she pulled out the knife that she caught from the Octarian earlier.
"B-But what if we hit, Silver?" Thalia asked in an uncertain tone.
Sapphire shook her head as everyone continued to take out their knives. "WHAT IF WE HIT SILVER?!" she asked in a loud, booming voice while smirking. "Well, I guess he just has to deal with it! Throw your knives!"
Silver heard everything. Immediately, he let go of the enemy's sword, which was fully stained with his own blood. Before the enemy could react and take another swing, Silver jumped through the air, dodging all four knives that were sailing through the air. Though Silver landed hard on his back, the knives thrown by Sapphire, Thalia, Phoenix, and DJ Octavio stabbed the enemy to the wall.
Two of the knives punctured right through the Octarian's forearms. The other two had narrowly missed his body, but tacked his shirt and pants to the wall of the house. More blood was streaming from his arms, adding to the already blood-soaked floor. The Octarian could not take the pain in his arms anymore. He let out an agonizing scream as he dropped his
"No... Please!" the Octarian struggled to get out of the trap that the knives have put him in. He realized what Silver was going to do.
"PLEASE! NO!" the Octarian pleaded even louder as he backed up as much as he possibly could to the wall.
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Splatoon: The Corruption of Ink
FanfictionSilver and Sapphire are the two new heroes of Inkopolis, and the Squid culture. They both defeated DJ Octavio and ruined his plan to take land from the Squids. Now, they are celebrated for their doing. Or was it the DJ's real plan? Or was it even...
