Fantasy World Mob Boss by Logan Jacobs

Author:Logan Jacobs [Jacobs, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dark, Fantasy, Fiction, Horror
Amazon: B0BSXSX5YW
Published: 2023-01-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Baz?” I shook the soaking wet ogre vigorously.

Nothing.

I needed to act fast.

I hoped human CPR would work on an ogre, but I didn’t have the time to consider the anatomy of fucking fantasy creatures right now.

I kneeled beside him, placed one hand over the top of my other, and began the rhythmic chest compressions I’d been taught as a kid by one of the Rabbits.

After thirty compressions, I pinched my friend’s nose and blew into his mouth. I watched his chest rise with both breaths and then went immediately back to the chest compressions.

“Come on, Baz!” I shouted at him. “Breathe, you dick!”

I continued with the cycle of thirty chest pumps and two breaths for I didn’t even know how long. I lost count after maybe the tenth round. Time seemed to vanish around me, all I cared about was saving the best friend I had in this world.

Sweat began to pour off my forehead from the effort I was putting in to reviving him, and I paused for a moment just to see if he would start to breathe on his own again.

Still nothing.

“I’m not fucking losing you,” I growled at him as I resumed CPR. “You’re not going out like this.”

From behind me, in the darkness of the cave, I thought I heard a flutter that sounded like paper wings.

I didn’t have time to wonder about bugs or whatever the fuck it was. I needed to save Baz.

Three more rounds of the compressions and breaths. Still no sign of life.

I was getting frantic and desperate.

I slapped my friend around the face after the next couple of breaths and screamed at him to breathe.

When I got no response, my shoulders slumped. It felt like it had been close to an hour, and he’d remained the same. I didn’t know how much longer I should continue, but I wasn’t ready to give up all hope yet.

I heard the flutter again.

It was a mix of delicate butterfly wings and the buzz of a swarm of bees.

Then I looked up from Baz’s pale face and saw hundreds of tiny lights, like miniscule fireflies.

I must have had such tunnel vision, so focused on saving the dying ogre that I hadn’t even noticed the whole cave was filled with tiny glowing bugs.

I swatted a small group of them away and went right back to counting out compressions.

Five more rounds of CPR, and my hope was waning.

I didn’t want to give up, but at this point I didn’t know who it was for anymore. If he was dead, I was just doing this for all the people I’d already lost and couldn’t save.

My dad, my mom, John the Mallet, young Tommy.

I found myself repeating their names as I pumped on Baz’s chest.

Dad.

Mom.

John.

Tom.

Baz.

Six repetitions of their names, then two breaths.

That cycle kept me going for a little longer. The desperation not to lose a fifth person I cared about was powering me.

But I was exhausted.

“Please live, I need you, man.”

“Your heart is pure, human,” an ethereal whisper seemed to come from all around me and made me jump.

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