CHAPTER 5

The stop spell on Klaus had finally worn off as Shuro sent a blast of ice toward him, Klaus just barely dodged what would have been a fatal attack if it hit him directly. Luckily it only seared his shoulder a bit. "Dammit!" he swore aloud, "If this scars you are so dead, you little punk!"

"I dunno, Klaus, I think scars look cool!"

"Shut up! You're gonna have ten thousands scars by the time I'm finished with you!"

"Oh, I'm shaking in my Winnie the Pooh undies!"

"What!"

"Sarcasm, you heard of it?" the little boy taunted as he summoned and odd looking weapon, a flute. "What? A flute?" Klaus thought. Shuro put the instrument to his lips and played a series of notes, "Have you heard this song before, Klaus? You should have..." Klaus listened closely and his eyes widened. "Wait...this is..." suddenly he fell to his knees. "Can't...breathe..." he choked.

"This song is called 'Sewing Life', yes, Klaus, the song you played to kill everyone in Hallow Bastion so many years ago, back when you stilled ruled the Organization. And now, here are some play mates for you to keep you busy." Shuro once again played notes on his flute and white creatures rose from the floor as he ascended the stairs. "The Dusk!"