The rain had reduced his ability to see, making his brown hair get wet and go flat, falling into his eyes. Toby was soaked, but he refused to go back to the camp without finding Martyn. The sky overhead was grey and just getting darker. The wind had thankfully died down to a soft breeze so it wasn't cold. The woods had gotten less thick and became evenly spaced apart, so it wasn't hard to walk through them. Toby had no idea how far he had walked, but he knew he must've been getting close to Simon and Lewis's setup. Maybe that's where Martyn had went, but he doubted it. Martyn always
put away his stuff before leaving to go somewhere. Even if it was just across the campsite to get another piece of wood or something.
Toby had no idea how far he had walked before he stopped due to a cracking of
branches in the woods around him. He couldn't tell which way it had came from, so he went for his sword, knowing that creepers and other nasty surprises liked to drop in for a visit when it got dark and scary outside. But instead of monsters, it took toby a second to realise someone had stepped out of the woods behind him. He turned, with his hand still
on his sword, only to see Martyn there. He was seven meters away and he was half smiling, his blonde hair was also soaked and hanging almost into his eyes.
"Martyn!" Toby exclaimed
He didn't say anything in response. Toby was about to run up to his friend and give him
a hug, but stopped himself. There was something off about him.
"Where have you been dude?" toby asked, "I was worried."
Martyn still didn't answer, his smile just got bigger and took a few steps towards toby, who took one back. He didn't know why he backed up from Martyn, but there was something strange about him that toby couldn't quite place.
"Um.. Are you alright Martyn?"
This time, he responded, while taking a few more steps forward,
"I've never felt better."
Toby noticed an edge to Martyn's voice, and it wasn't the same as before. Martyn's
voice was always warm and friendly, and when he spoke now, there was a cold edge to
it, while keeping up the warm feeling. Toby almost believed he was alright.
"Y'know toby," Martyn said, slowly walking forward, "I've realised a few things while I was gone.." He put a hand on the handle of his sword, but kept his slow advance, as toby backed up a little more, "In fact, you might say I have a new outlook at the world.."
"Dude, what's going on?" Toby asked, "You're scaring me."
"Am I?" Martyn mused, "But aren't you always scared? Don't you always rely on others to protect you?" He grinned when toby got a confused look, "I'm glad you're scared, toby. You should be."
He drew his sword and moved like a blur, pinning toby against the tree behind him. He brought the blade up to toby's neck and would of cut it, hadn't toby brought his hands
up at the last second, catching the side of it with the bend of his fingers. Toby cried out when the blade dug into them a little, but glad it hadn't touched his neck. Martyn held the blade side ways; one hand holding the handle, the other holding the point of
"Martyn!" Toby said, "What're-"
But with Martyn's face so close to his own, he realised Martyn's eyes. They were still green, but they were rimmed with red. His pupils were turning red as well, and toby
knew it wasn't from tiredness. Something had happened to Martyn that was causing him to
"I saw the light, toby." Martyn said, once re realised that toby had clued in, "Well, the darkness really. Israphel gave me the option to which side I wanted, and well, you can guess what my decision was."
"No.." Toby breathed, his face going white, "You wouldn't.."
And he wouldn't Toby thought, If he joined israphel, it was likely Martyn didn't join
him by choice.
"But I did." Martyn told him, "As did sjin and Duncan. And once I'm finished with you, - a pathetic excuse for a hero, I shall join them to destroy the others."
Toby didn't know if tears were falling down his face, or it was just the rain. Either way, he knew there would of been tears anyway. This wasn't his friend talking, not in
the least. Martyn wasn't this cold hearted he wouldn't say these things.
"I was told to kill you, and I see why now," Martyn continued, "Look at you, - you're weak. You should see your face, so full of fear. Fear is pathetic, like you."
His words hit toby like a blow to the chest. For a split second, toby wondered if these
words were actually Martyn, - if he actually felt that way about him. What if Martyn really had joined Israphel and decided to kill him because he secretly hated having toby around?
"Martyn, please.." Toby whispered, "Snap out it..We're friends, remember?"
He pushed the blade closer so now toby's knuckles were touching his own throat, and Martyn leaned forward, their faces so close their noses nearly touched. He narrowed his eyes and hissed,
"I don't need friends. Especially not you."
Toby's lower lip trembled, and his eyes got blurry, knowing it wasn't the rain this time. He glanced at the blade, the rain bounced off it, washing away the blood that was coming from toby's fingers. Martyn's words hurt as much as the pain in his fingers. He wanted to get away from here, but Martyn was pining him against the tree. So toby brought up his knee and it connected with his friends' stomache. Martyn momentarily brang the blade back as he clutched his stomache, and toby ducked underneath the sword and ran. Martyn stood up straight and gripped his sword. He smiled, knowing toby couldn't outrun him. The voice in his mind spoke.