Chapter 27: No rest for the wicked
"HENRICK!!!"
Father David shouts as he manages to jump out of a window and perfectly time it so that he and Henrick would be clear of the falling tip. He tackles Henrick in the air towards a building but is about to fall short.
With a flex of his muscles, the priest shoots out a concussive blast from underneath his feet. Allowing him to double jump and make it, landing harshly on the roof.
Henrick skips and rolls like a ragdoll, arms splayed about as he finally stops. "Don’t die on me, soldier!" David shouts as he gets up and starts shaking his companion.
"First...never...shake...second...stop." Henrick mutters weakly, raising an arm in an effort to stop the shaking. "Thank you, Lord, for giving this man a chance." the priest sighs and crosses himself.
Henrick coughs out some blood, shakily turning onto his belly and pushing himself up into a kneeling position. "We...have to get...down there." he says, rasping and wheezing as he looks at the hundreds of crushed corrupted.
Father David raises a brow in confusion. "Why?" Henrick decides to point at the thick dark purple mist, and the priest’s eyes widen as he looks at the amount and at the tip of the Empire State.
Henrick staggers and slowly turns towards the roof entrance, but grunts in surprise when David supports him. "I’ve got you. Let’s go." says the priest as they spend a painfully long time descending through the building.
They make it to the street and Henrick can immediately feel the healing effects of the dark purple mist. His gait becomes steadier and his pale face gains some colour as he absorbs as much as he can.
Debris and dust obscure the corrupted’s vision of the duo, who stealthily make their way back to the Empire State Building. "This...is intense." says Father David, muscles rippling with newfound strength.
Henrick says nothing as he looks around and frowns when he finds what he’s looking for. There in a debris field, is the tip of the Empire State Building. It’s angled upwards and Eric’s corpse hangs off of it, almost like a grim trophy of Henrick’s triumph.
"He was a bad man, but that is a gruesome way to die." David says, rubbing his chest in fear. "He...wouldn’t...die. Had to get ...creative." replies Henrick as he throws a rock on Eric’s body, just in case.