MLFW Part 7- "Bleeding Heart"

"Bleeding Heart" is the seventh Part of "Miracula Luxia: Four Worlds". It was released on 13.02.2020.

## Credits

* Lancelot Mitchell
* Annie Mitchell *(Mentioned)*
* Jared Kaos *(Mentioned)*

## Plot

After his sister died before his very eyes, Lancelot falls into a state of deep depression. He questions his own abilities to protect the ones around him and considers leaving his allies alone, to find out who he really is.

Without his most beloved person by his side, Lancelot also starts to blame Jared for not being able to protect her enough.

In other words, Lancelot's psyche starts to fall apart. Whether he will try to keep it up or let it fall further remains to be seen.

## Story

Lancelot looked at his dead sister and sighed.

"It was much better when you were here, Ann."- He said- "You brought so much joy in our world, so much hope. And now, you're gone."

"I'll never hear your voice again. See your beautiful smile. Or your gorgeous eyes. It will never happen."

Lancelot looks at his weapon and decides to pull it out. However, moments from stabbing himself in the chest, he decides not to do it.

"No."- He mumbles- "I must not... succumb to my grief. I must keep fighting. For the ones who are still alive and still believe in me. I must!"

Having said that, he got out of the room and looked around the hospital.

Because of the recent attack, the hospital was abandoned. The few nurses and doctors who were here decided to leave after the unsuccessful realimation of Annie, leaving Lancelot completely alone in this building.

Or, at least, to be the only living person still left in it.

The man looked at a bloody table nearby and realized that Annie was not the only person who the doctors and nurses tried to help recently.

He shaked his head in disbelief.

He remembered how Jared just watched as Annie was stabbed by the thug.

"*That boy, Jared...* "- He said to himself- "*He should have done something back then. If he did, Annie would still be alive.*"

"*He claims to be a hero, but he's no hero. He's just a guy who can't decide what to do and how to help the people around him. Such an indecisive person does not deserve to be a hero!*"

He shaked his head when he realized who he was talking about. Jared has been his friend for a year, but their friendship was strong.

"*No. This is not the time to point a finger at the person who didn't do anything to save my sister. He is my friend. He tried his best. He loved her, protected her. He... he just didn't have the chance to do so back then.*"

"*The real enemy is the guy who ordered her death. Gary Nixom is his name. He's still out there and the whole city of Paris is watching his execution. Or soon-to-be execution.*"

He looked at a nearby training dummy.

"*I have to train. Farrar's army will not bring me down, not when I'm still breathing and therefore living! For what they did to my sister, I will rip every single one of them apart. Especially that worm, Farrar. I will be the one to kill him!*"

He lifted his halberd and started striking at the target.

Hours of rage that was held back was unleashed from his body, directly onto the poor thing.

He imagined the leader of the thugs- Farrar. He saw his face. His armor. His evil grin.

"What I see before me... "- Lancelot said- "Is the person I hate the most. That I will strike down with all my *rage*!"

He continued striking the dummy viciously. For five minutes. Until he exausted his strength.

He sat at a nearby bench and looked at the dummy coldly.

"I know that you are not really him, but I will still destroy you. *You hear me*?!"- He yelled at it.

After resting for two minutes, Lancelot continued striking the dummy, this time with his sword and shield. His desire for revenge hasn't faded away. And it seems like it never will- not until all of Farrar's army is dead.

He hit the dummy, until it finally broke down into pieces.

Lancelot continued looking at it.

"Serves you well."- He said and moved on.

He looked at the hospital. It was in a very bad shape. Most of the walls were broken and the important supplies were stolen by the thugs.

All that was left on the tables were a few metal tools- scalpels, scissors and so on.

Lancelot looked around and saw a single bandage on one of the tables. Without the assistance of anyone, he wrapped the bandage around his wounded arm.

"Better than nothing, I guess."- He said and moved on.

He saw a locked door and approached it. The door wasn't really locked- what was really locking her and not letting anyone go in were the chains wrapped around it.

Lancelot didn't want to wait for the medical staff to open the door for him. He grabbed his sword and, with a single hit, cut the chains in half.

He sheathed his sword and grinned as the door opened.

"*Even with the world falling apart, you still try to protect your secrets. Pathetic.*"- He said to himself and entered the room.

Inside, he saw a picture of a person with long, white hair and a white beard. A plaque at the side of the picture revealed the name "Daniel Nixom" written on it.

Lancelot remembered the name of the head of the medical staff, who helped him recover from a huge wound sustained in a battle against Farrar's thugs around the beginning of the attacks.

"*Mr. Nixom.*"- Lancelot said to himself- "*If only you were here. You talked about how your brother is a very nice person who would never turn against his allies. If only you could see him now. You would have helped Annie and brought her back to life. It is a shame, Mr. Nixom. A real shame.*"

As a response, a picture from the wall behind Lancelot fell off. He turned around, bent down and looked at it.

It was a picture of Daniel Nixom, him and Annie. He started crying upon the realization of how close they were.

"*First, I lost the person who was like a father to me. Now, I lost my sister. Why is this world so **cruel**?!*"

That's when he noticed something written on the wall near Dr. Nixom's desk. He read it carefully:

"*Farrar's servants were here. Surrender now, or suffer the consequences. Our almighty leader will never give up. He will just crush all of you, one by one.*"

Angered, Lancelot looked for something sharp. He found a knife on Dr. Nixom's desk.

He grabbed it and started defacing the writing on the wall, not thinking about the fact that it might be a trap.

When he finally realized it, a demon had spawned behind him. The writing was magical! And when Lancelot defaced it, its defenses kicked in.

Lancelot defended himself against the infernal creature and, with a few swift blows from his polearm, he struck it in the head, shoulder and legs.

The creature fell to the ground, dead.

"So that's all you had to send at me, huh?"- Lancelot said quietly, having expected this defense kicking in.

He grabbed the knife again and wrote something on the freshly defaced writing.

"*You killed my sister. You killed the only person who truly cared about me. If you ever see this, I will be the one to crush you. I will beat you up until there is nothing left of you. I will have my revenge. Just you wait, I'm coming for you, thugs! For you... and your leader! - Lancelot Mitchell*"

He dropped the knife and walked out of the room.

He heard the sounds of fighting outside and realized that there was an attack going on.

"I have to help my friends!"- Lancelot said and ran towards the exit.

However, unfortunately for him, the exit was locked. No matter how hard he tried to open it, it did not even budge.

Lancelot realized that the medical staff left and locked the door out of the facility without even thinking about the fact that there was still a living person inside.

"HEY!"- Lancelot yelled as he banged on the door- "Help me! There's a living person in here!"

"Please... help me... "

Dispirited, he sat on the floor and started to cry.

"I'm sorry, Annie. I'm so sorry."- He said, his voice choking with tears- "Your sacrifice was in vain. And I... I... I cannot do anything to make it otherwise. I'm sorry, dear sister. I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry."

He buried his head in the palms of his hands and continued crying.

Before his final sliver of hope faded away, however, he heard a sound coming from nearby.

A few moments later, the exit was blasted open and a few soldiers busted into the ruined building.

"Come on, Lance."- One of them said- "The others still need you. Go outside and be a man!"

Lancelot nodded and stood up.

"Thank you, brave soldier. I will."- He said and left the hospital.

He looked around and saw the carnage outside- how many good and bad warriors alike were killed in this battle.

"*Oh man.*"- Lancelot said to himself- "*Looks like I missed a lot.*"

He looked ahead and saw how a young boy was holding an aging man, about to execute him.

He realized that it was his good friend- Jared Kaos. Along with Gary Nixom and almost every citizen of Paris. They were watching the execution of Daniel Nixom's brother with anger.

Lancelot also heard them shouting the words "Death to Nixom!" in unison.

The young man realized what had to be done.

"*Jared's about to kill that man.*"- He said to himself- "*No, he did his part. Now it's time for me to do mine.*"

"It is time to finish this madman off for good."- He said and approached the crowd, sword in hand, ready to slay the one who ordered the death of his sister.