Mr. Meany's Death

Liliana Roslyn's POV.

The next second, after I yell Mr. Meany's name which is actually the second time, I'll use his real name. I still have no idea how I knew it though and now wasn't the time to reel over it-- fire booms, rushing over to my direction from the kitchen but Alex hovers past the table and stand protectively in front of the flashily approaching fire.

His hands pulls forward into the air, equivalent to his arm's length, halting the fire from influencing on us, making it roar backwards. Then, he sweeps his hand to a side and the fire heeds, roaring to the living room instead.

Explosion blooms disastrously, causing shatters of eruption of the broken glassy electronics to become audible, and acknowledgeable, ramblingly around the now broken and not-walk-able floor. The wall's pealed off of it's paintings as the foams from inside the couches has been sprawled off the leathers and the cushions aren't spared.

I mentally sigh in relief but still feels my heart hurts from the fright and sudden actions, frantically beating against its little space. All of my human senses are on activeness.

"Follow behind me." Mr meant says and I nod.

He start to move to the exit and as we pass, the raging and crackling fire makes way for us. His powers are on edges. I can even feel his powerful aura due to the close proximity.

Mr. Meany's hand guards me. His hands, fixed to my stomach-- I, behind him, guarding my motion, hindering and protecting me from any danger.

Just in few seconds after we're outside of the cabin, the comportment starts to weaken. The poles gives up and every structure begins to collapse.

When we move farther away from the crumbling penthouse, I gasp as I face the garden. Wilted and dead. A voice at the base of my brain says.

The blossom flowers has been reduced into nothing but ashes. Only few are still alive. The water from the valley is now passing another route as it has been disrupted of its passage-- into the lakeshore. Even the large body of water in the lake seems to be lesser than earlier. Every beauty has been destroyed and turned ugly. While I watch the catastrophic area, I hear Mr. Meany talking to someone through the ear bud as his hands are pressed to it.

"We've been attacked. I repeat, we've been attacked by the Harlow's. Send in backups now. Immediately." He yells to overcome the crackling sound that the intensifying fires around us are making. "I'll protect the queen ahead." Then, he nods lastly before facing me again.

He holds and entwine my hand with his, firmly, then, he pulls me into another race for survival.

His word, queen, still gets me baffled as we continue to run. He seems to have changed his ways to me since this past few weeks and that alone, makes me to undoubted myself as the queen he's referring to.

My thoughts halts as sounds of footsteps approaches us. Turning at the corner with carefulness, we come into a full view of four harlows.

"Stay back." Mr. Meany instruct and I heed. I take few steps back and almost gasp when I hear a voice in my head. An unwelcome kind. Unfamiliar and unheard before. More so, Lucas nor Adrian is here but then, the voice had sounded familiar.

"Each of them are benders of each four elements." Mr. Meany head turns to me and I'm shocked. He could mind-link me? Oh, my...intense!

He adds. "These are the traits, I was talking about before this idiots interrupted. Soon enough, you'd be able to interact at the same level and authorization as king Adrian." He faces the four sets of paranormal beings and prepare a courageous stance. This is definitely what he is made of- to fight bad guys.

One of them start to say. "There should be no need for fights." Then he changes to a foreign and familiar language.

"Omnes enim homines in re incerta puella. Illa lecta designata sunt, et nihil facit ad prohibere non potuit fati. Secede parci et clementissima miseratione Fridericus Harlow. (All we need is the human girl. She's been marked and there's nothing you could do to stop fate. Step aside and you shall be spared by the mercy of the most merciful, Frederick Harlow.)"

"Fuck you, bitches." Is the next thing, Mr. Meany barks before he jumps off the ground and land with his left hand. As his palm rest onto the ground, he sweeps his legs in a diameter form and roars out fire from his legs that's up to ten feet's tall. Wow. Stupid subconscious of mine fantasize.

While the fire buys us time, Mr. Meany pulls me into another-- rather humanly Barry Allen race and start to approach the wide garden. We're now in an open space where any attacks could come from.

"Shouldn't we be hiding instead?" I ask the obvious.

He doesn't spare me a glance as he replies, few steps ahead of me. "I have a plan. Don't panic." Well,  I am. Extremely panicking the hell out of myself. My subconscious says. I would have slapped her down but I'm too occupied to do so.

Sounds of a running rotor-blades cuts to our way before I see the helicopter approaching the ruined field. Mr. Meany tower behind me, searching for any incoming attacks. Soon, the helicopter lowers but doesn't reach the ground at all.

An air bender from the helicopter makes a ball of air that encrypt us and pulls us upwards. At each seconds, which we use to go upwards calms my mind.

Mr. Meany enters first before me and stretch out his hand to pull me from the ball. I take his hands and when I enter the helicopter, I sigh in relief before plopping down onto the seat, opening my eyes from the bliss roaming the hormones, Mr. Meany's trapped me with the harness's firm belt-- it's a four straps and each straps that held me in place all connect back to the center that's masked in shape of rectangle.

The helicopter start to fly off when the air bender that pulls us up says with a motion of his hand, panickingly. "There are coming. The harlows." I panic again and look through the window.

The Harlow's runs with determination as he follows us from down. Suddenly, he stops and look up, watching us with an intent gaze. I shudder at the watch of his terrific-causing-horror-like stare as the helicopter flies off.

"What is he doing?" Quiveringly, I ask.

Mr. Meany doesn't answer. He watches the Harlow's move too. The Harlow's takes another direction, running off to the valley's direction. He jumps onto the rock and bends water to float him towards us.

The water from the lake follows his bending heeds too and then, he rolls his body and when he straightens, running his hand forward. A large pointed ice that's as big as half the shape of the helicopter, itself runs towards us.

I squirm and shut my eyes but quickly open them back when I see Mr. Meany jump off the edge. What the... Did he think this is some kind of Jumanji fantasy?

A blow of fire erupts from his hands, making flying a possibility for him as he hover towards the ice. Getting closer, he stretch forth his hands and pulls out an high amount of fire from it. The fire melts the ice and lessen its speed of projection as Mr meany sweeps his body in the air to a side-- unexpected to the Harlow's. Another punch of fire emits from his hand and latches the Harlow's.

I almost puke as I use my hand to shock my mouth. The remains-- ashes of the Harlow's fans away into the air.

Mr. Meany turns back to the helicopter, flying towards it when his body freezes. Blood spill out of his stomach and an hint is seen in his mouth and I see the fragment of rock that's pierced through him.

As his frame starts to fall down, my attention places back to the crash sound inside the helicopter. I'm suddenly seeing dead occupants of the helicopter- even the pilot is not spared. The metals of the helicopter begins to peel off, making a rattle sound while I cower on the seat and close my eyes. This is it! My death graduation-certificate-to-be-collected-day.

A change in gravity and flashes of fanning air, makes me open my eyes as I hear a long distant sound of the helicopter, exploding while I'm sitting on the ground.

I face my front again when I hear Mr. Meany muffled grunts of pain. He's still standing and trying to maintain his stance but his body has another idea. His legs looks like they could give up just by a butterfly, colliding against them.

A masculine frame that I remember from one of the four Harlow's paces, slowly in front of Mr. Meany as he says.

"You've offended the rules of your lord and you shall be punished via death. (Praecepta tua te offendi, et dominus fuerit, per poenas mortis.)" Then, he start to approach Mr. Meany as he bends a rock and breaks it into sharpened fragments. I quickly stand up from the ground and plead.

"No! Please...please. Don't do this. Don't kill him please." I say, disregarding all the shouts of disapproval that Mr. Meany is giving back.

He wants to act strong and fearless but he doesn't need to be. I know he's in pain and that he wants it to go away. I'll help him. Also, I haven't apologized for slapping him which is one of the most reason why I want him spared-- alive and untouched.

The Harlow's turns to me and I shut up, instantly by his dangerous glowing eyes. Black rings lies on his lens and they look terrifying.

He shakes his head as he says in a cooing manner. "Tu infirmatus es aura. Et nunc autem et tibi recuperet. (You've been weakened, Aura. And now, we shall help you recover)."

I have no idea of what he's saying and I don't seem to care. All I just want from him is to leave Mr. Meany alone.

He faces Mr. Meany again and as I want to run towards the scene, bricks of rocks erupt from the ground in four sets and holds me in place at the four edges. I start to yell for him not do whatever he wants to do.

When he reaches Mr. Meany, his hands slide down Mr. Meany's cheek and he yanks himself off before spitting in the Harlow's face. I'm just muttering now as I watch in horror.

The Harlow's cocks a laugh and firms his hands on both sides of Mr. Meany's face. He mutters some words to Mr. Meany but I don't hear it.

His hands start to close, tightening their grip on Mr. Meany face slowly. He's punishing him, making Mr meany to feel his death slowly and steadily.

The pressure he puts hardens and I hear a groan of extreme pain erupts from Mr meany's throat. Blood creeps out of his mouth, dripping down to his jaw and down his body.

A slight crack of bone, makes me close my eyes this time, followed by a yell from Mr. Meany. Suddenly, a loud crack emits and his voice dies down. I open my eyes and burst into tears as I see Mr. Meany, laying on the ground, lifelessly. His neck has been broken, refix to dislocation. The Harlow's stands in front of me all of the sudden and say.

"It's time for you to meet your the one who's cared for you-- waited for your arrival for more than thousands of years." After he says, he pulls my hand and the stones, embedding me releases my frame.

My eyes are laid on Mr. Meany's dead frame. He's not talking. He's not moving. He can't hear me. It's like I'm living with another set of guilt, I once felt when Elena and the other human girl were killed. Why does my life has to be this way?

The Harlow's picks me up and rest me over his shoulders as he cast a spell. I see a sparkle, forming on the other side. I don't know where he's taking me but I have a feeling its connected to the man in my dream. The man I also had a feeling to be the one who erased my memories of remembering what pallas had done to me.

The sparkles forms fully and brings forth a darkly-lined portal. Tears rolls down my eyes as the Harlow's approaches it.

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Q1; In a blurb-like statement, comment what you think would happen in the next chapter?

Q2; do you think Liliana would meet Frederick in the next chapter?

Q3; what do you think would happen to Adrian in the next chapters?

Q4; how do you feel about Mr. Meany's death? Should he have died?