Capítulo 45: Chapter 50: Poet against the council!

"I figured there was no reason to continue, it could have gone on for an hour with him eventually winning that fight, I was not prepared but he had some knowledge about me… somehow, Set. The civilians involved didn't help." said Derek as he landed from a higher building to the edge of a lower building traversing to his destination in his Mistdeemer form and had a straight mouth. "You did spectacularly against him blind, we've never faced that and next time, he's in those A.I.S authority dampening cuffs in a minute. Everything that I saw and read about this place from the last thirteen years, then I'd say that survival is a victory." He saw it in his sights but decided to survey the area to be sure nobody was following him. He shut his eyes and listened to the noise around him but couldn't hear anything suspicious. "Survival is a victory. The city that entails survival. The purlieu, my dad, had a monopoly on crime and scared away the darkness. A prowler behind evil." Derek replied to his friend. "There's nothing like that feeling of having hope and it paying off!" Said Anthony as he shouted energetically. "I'd like to have a debate about epiphanies— later though— you've still got information you're itching to share?" Derek replied then asked as he approached closer. Anthony pushed up his glasses then stretched his arms. "Maybe the other night I should have mentioned that I'm a uh— sworn pacifist, and that conflicts with what I want my time spent investigating the atrocities that could make any decent human's heart-ache occurring in this wonderful city with no police to stop it and I'm too— I've got way too much to tell you." Anthony says as he grinned with glee. "Ready to be guided." Derek replied. "Oh, I forgot most of the grander information." Anthony admitted before stopping to collect his thoughts on what he was ready to inform him about. Derek stared at him, Anthony slightly felt intimidated by the ominous and flowing smoke coming out of him as Derek held his arms crossed. "Yeah, we're going to need to return to my hideout for my journals and notes." Anthony finished with a nervous smile. "You had me for a second. Lead the way for a better day." Derek shouted with similar energy as Anthony earlier except with his left arm bent and upwards. Anthony looked out of the windows of the library they were in. "One of the leaders, Amidio Jono, tracks down his targets and enemies of the cult through pinpointing… their fear. If fear exists on a spectrum, he has no limits, from anywhere in the city! As a matter of fact we should move!" Anthony informed Derek with a sudden tone of exigency after he emphasized fear and said it louder. "Explain how that works to me like I'm five, please. Explain every member I should be worried about, actually." Derek replied as he followed Anthony through a shortcut. "First, get it, before we head on over to the hideout or you'll get us caught and murdered. There's no need to worry, no need to be hopeless, there's a rebellion in the city that we could work with if we can find them— at least they kept me hopeful and fearless!" Anthony shouted but still sounded harmless to Derek. "How did you find out about the cult and surviving alone?" Derek asked as he tried not to walk faster than Anthony and slowed himself down. Anthony let out a deep sigh as his eyes slammed shut. "Curiosity on the irrelevant let the cult members kill the hero and investigative reporter, c'mon!" Anthony whispered as he kept leading the hero away. "I'm not scared… anymore, and isn't Amidio the mayor? it just came back to me." Derek assured before asking. "I need you to make absolutely sure, or we're dead."