Chapitre 32: WHITE LAMB & A TUNE
The room shook vigorously, Caspian could tell he didn't have much time. His eyes were still stuck to the spot Monster had once been.
He had the sword in his hand and a lot of questions dancing on his tongue.
"What the hell did it mean by I chose a sword?! It very clearly handed me the blade!"
Caspian cursed as he clutched the blade tighter.
The room was still shaking, with the metal panels groaning even louder.
The abomination was just as alarmed as he was. It kept trashing about using its claws to scratch the metal walls.
'Damn it!'
Caspian cursed.
'I thought it actually could keep Makima away, was it overestimating itself? Or did it underestimate Makima?'
Caspian wondered. But for some reason, he didn't feel like that was it.
Maybe he was just refusing to believe that Makima could actually be that much of a menace.
'Either way, it still doesn't seem probable.'
Though it did make him wonder just what sort of hell Monster was so weary of, and just how much of an I'll experience it would be if he got stuck here.
When one of the metal scraps that plated the room fell accompanied by a massive slab of stone, Caspian immediately snapped out of his thoughts.
He needed to get out of here and the only way was my taming the abomination.
'But how the hell am I even going to do that?!'
He couldn't even go near the damned thing. The blade he "chose" went through the abomination like it was air.
"I'm really going to die in here..."
Caspian worded with his hands over his head.
Then with fury in his eyes, he peered over at the pale white beast at the corner, pointing at it as he said;
"And so are you. All you had to do was get in the cage?! You might have a part of me, but it sure isn't my brains!"
Caspian suddenly paused as his eyes widened with realization.
It just hit him.
The abomination was a part of him, or more like a part of him lived in the abomination. Monster had made it clear that the abomination was his Monster. It had lived with him through everything thing…
Just then Caspian dropped the blade and ran to the massive vault door that stood menacingly behind him.
He opened it and sitting there was his once white stuffed lamb. Staring at it now Caspian couldn't help but frown, not just because of all the memories it brought back but also because of its unrecognizable state.
The white lamb was black and terribly scorched.
At least he could recognize it so hopefully so would the abomination.
Staring at the stuffed doll's remains, a strange tune had begun to play in Caspian's head.
Caspian then rose the horrid thing and walked over to the abomination and as he did he recalled all the times they would guide him into his cell with the aid of his stuffed white lamb.
It helped him get out of the cell, helped him get in. Maybe it was just because of how children grew attached to objects or maybe it was something much more…
But that lamb was what made Caspian listen. Maybe it would work for the abomination too.
He barely got within reach of the thing before its massive steel claws descended upon Caspian like an executioner's blade.
Caspian was quick to step back right in time to witness the metal floor he stood on only seconds ago, shredded like paper.
Immediately Caspian ran to the other end of the room with his chest heaving vigorously. The abomination didn't even spare him a glance instead choosing to continually wreck the wall before it.
"Damn it!"
'Of course, it wouldn't recognize the damned lamb!'
But that was all he had. What was he meant to do now? Kill the damned thing?
Naturally, his eyes fell on the sword Monster had handed to him, with a frown Caspian grabbed the sword and struck it on the metal floor.
It only angered him more when the recoil hurt his wrist, but he didn't stop there, like the beast young Caspian poured his frustration on the wall scratching and leaving barely visible dents.
As he did, he couldn't help but wish the blade could at least leave a scratch on the abomination like it did now.
'But what good would that even do?!'
Caspian thought with a sigh. He raised the blade to his face with despair and it was then he noticed the blade.
"Hold on."
It was long with a mirror-like blade. Its hilt was golden so much so that it seemed to glisten even without the sun to side its glow.
The blade looked so familiar. But not to his memories.
'No this blade is mine… or at least not yet.'
Caspian thought as a slight smile lined his lips. Maybe the smile might have looked a bit more cynical, but he wasn't running mad. He was only starting to realize something.
The blade didn't exactly belong to him. It will belong to him. It was the blade he saw his future self wield.
That alone didn't make enough sense, so when he thought deeper into Monster's words. "It's the sword you chose."
It only made more sense that the thing in his hand wasn't a blade. When Monster held it it turned to a pen.
"Which meant that…"
Suddenly the blade was nowhere to be found, replaced instead by a white stuffed lamb.
With a smile, Caspian walked over to the abomination. Witnessing it rip right through metal like it was cardboard, Caspian couldn't help but shudder.
He was already past the point where the beast had attacked him last. When it sensed him it didn't immediately attack.
It still pranced around frantically almost like it was avoiding Caspian.
But it couldn't.
Waving the doll as he neared the beast Caspian couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
Then like they did to him a dozen times Caspian had begun to hum a strange tune. Then the abomination followed.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone