Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
Dante’s senses were excellent in the dark, perhaps better than in the daylight. Despite this fact, he worried for the safety of the prisoner. If the stream of energy ricocheted off the wall and struck him, he’d be done for. He was too weak to withstand the attack.
Dante’s mouth twisted to the side as he cracked his knuckles.
The Zexian aimed the blaster straight between his eyes. His wings sat high on his back as he crouched, ready to pounce.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Dante’s smile grew wide and eager. His blood pumped through his ears, his desire to spill blood in that moment insatiable.
“As you know, it’s not a matter of choice,” he winked a lifeless black eye. “My empress has covered all her bases. She sends her kindest regards.”
The Zexian fired his weapon and a swirl of blue energy zapped through the air. Dante shielded the prisoner with his body, causing the rays to spark against the wall.
He raised his hand, folding his thumb across his palm. “I’m afraid nobody ever learns— I’m not one to be trifled with.”
Dante released a massive ball of fire, engulfing the Zexian captain whole. Blood curdling screams filled the room as his body disintegrated from the heat, melting all over the floor of the cell. Dante watched in silence as one of Valdez’s lackeys lost his life in a foolish attempt to stop him.
He’d wasted enough time. He had to get out of here. He removed his helmet and pulled it over the prisoner’s head.
“You’re going to need this more than I do,” he reassured him. In the blink of an eye, they teleported from the hole and onto the outskirts of the building.
Dante held his breath as they sprinted toward the destroyer. He opened the door, and they entered the ship, sealing the entrance airtight.
He fell to his knees, gasping. Mr. Hiss yawned and stretched on the control seat. He cast a lazy glimpse, before drifting back off to sleep, his tail puffed as it hung over the edge of the seat.
Dante rose to his feet brushing the snow from his uniform. “Are you okay?” he asked the prisoner.
The prisoner hesitated. “Yes; is it all right if I take this helmet off?” He asked in little more than a whisper.
“Of course,” Dante reached and helped him remove the protective gear. Kyo stared back at him, trembling. His wide eyes wavered with confusion.