DIFFERENT FONT STYLES USED:
"STORYLINE" "'SPECIAL SKILLS OR MOVES'" "SPEAKER" "SPEECH" "THOUGHT"
SCENE: New York City.
Soldier: (runs up to Bishop, holding a walkie talkie) Prof. Cunnycut. It's for you, there's something going on at HQ.
SCENE: Enforcement Branch Office.
Kyle leaps over the gate's fence and begins walking to the front entrance of the building but stops abruptly as he had done weeks earlier at this point.
Security Guard: Halt Intruder!
Kyle: (looks up as at the guards as they drop their camouflages with a mild apathetic look on his face) …
SCENE:Lazarus' Room.
Lazarus is in his room, trying on a new outfit made for him. A skintight one-piece bodysuit of all black with white highlights around the neck, chest, back, back of the forearms and upper-arms, hips, thighs and calves. Alongside black boots and gloves.
Tailor: It's your new mission suit. What do you think?
Lazarus: (stoic and internally dead as ever) Meh.
Tailor: (appalled) Meh?! I put all my heart and soul in to it. I've worked very hard for centuries to make suits for hundreds of special agents, using the best material I can get. That suit is made entirely out of solidium*, so it's totally invincible. The least you could do give some acknowledgement.
Lazarus: (stares at the older man for a while then…) Meh.
The old man's face gives a look like his house exploded just as he was about to walk inside. They are both interrupted however, by the sound of actual distant explosions, which shake the entire building.
Tailor: (scared) …what's that?
SCENE: Elsewhere in the building.
A doorway explodes open, the door flying a mile off. Kyle casually walks through the smoky doorway, hands in pocket like it were casual Sunday stroll. More guards flood the room, over fifty of them, they aim their rifles at him and fire, unleashing an omnidirectional onslaught of electric-blue plasma bolts at him, all of which are nullified upon contact with force shields surrounding Kyle in the form of a box. This onslaught continues for a little while longer until the guards stop. Seemingly seeing the futility of their weapons, they drop them to engage with their fist, something Kyle is more than happy to accept. He drops his shield just as several guards charge at him, but he dodges all their attacks and sends them flying in different directions with his only hit each. Ropes of solid energy wrap around his arms and feet to restrain him as more rush in to attack. He pulls his arms together, drawing the guards with them into one another, then proceeds to knock out more guards. Some launch more ropes while other fire energy beams, but Kyle swiftly makes short work of them.
Kyle: Some security guards these are. I expected more from the guys defending a government organization. (suddenly hears a male voice from behind)
Slaying Mantis: Then why don't you try me on for size.
Kyle turns around see a man, if you can even call it that. The figure looks more of both; simply put, an anthropomorphic praying mantis. He has a leaf-green exoskeletal body, long pincers for arms, sharp mandibles protruding from his mouth, a pair of spiny legs, large dark eyes and a pair of wings; overall, he looks like a giant mantis with a humanoid frame. On top of this is bushy, short black hair and a deep-purple bodysuit. While he may seem like something out of a horror film, to Kyle -and every other person in the solar system- this is just a pretty normal and common human appearance.
Kyle: And you are?
Slaying Mantis: Mantis, Slaying Mantis.
Kyle: I think you mean, Slayed Mantis.
Slaying Mantis: Cocky one, are we? You're gonna eat those words. (the humanoid mantis leaps at Kyle, pincers ready like scythes to attack)
Kyle: 'BODY ARMOR'.
Kyle's body -skin, nails and hair, save for his eyes and the inside of his mouth- turns to dark-silver metal. He raises his arms to shield himself, successfully stopping both attacks, much to Slaying Mantis' surprise.
Slaying Mantis: (shocked) What?! That's impossible, my pincers can cut through anything.
Kyle: Not anymore. (punches Mantis hard on the chest, sending flying)
Slaying Mantis: … (gets back up) Nice try, but shell's tougher than steel. (spreads his wings and takes off at Kyle)
He repeatedly slashes at Kyle, a metal-scratching sound audible as his pincer-like hand claws pass, ripping his clothes but doing the younger male no harm. Kyle grabs on off his arm and snaps it in two. The limp separating from itself, blood splatting everywhere. Shocked, the human mantis rears back and collapses to the ground, clutching his severed arm, screaming in pain.
Slaying Mantis: You…how could you--?
Kyle: (smirks, dropping SM's arm in front of him and turning his skin back to normal) So much for 'tougher than steel'.
Kyle makes it to the other door in the room -a large metal double-door- and sends it flying with just one backhanded whack. He continues on, walking down a wide hallway, a casual stride with the classic 'hands-in-pocket' gesture like he hadn't partially crippled a man just ten seconds ago. All the while not realizing he's been watched by security cameras, security cameras connected to Bishop's mind.
SCENE:In a convertiplane head back to HQ.
Bishop sees Kyle's attack with security cameras connected to him via his skill.
Bishop: Hmm. Not only did he take out hordes of elite guards, but he also to managed to take out Savio with just two blows. He's not just a powerful higher-rank, being a tier-bishop fighter almost a tier-queen, but he's also the strongest of the high-tier enforcers. This Kyleo must be a very powerful fighter indeed, atleast tier-queen; he even singlehandedly defeated three top-tier enforcers all by himself. Truly impressive. (switches to HQ communication system) Attention all enforcers and guards, capture the target alive, used enough force to subdue, but not kill.
SCENE:Back at HQ.
Every worker who had comm or some means of communication between coworkers hears this order and proceed with caution. In the hall Kyle is in, he's surrounded by the strewn bodies of unconscious guards, dusting himself off, he continues on his way, making it into another room just to find about ten enforcers inside waiting. Among them is Anastasia.
Enforcer: Stop! Surrender now or we'll use deadly force.
Kyle doesn't surrender, rather he just sighs in annoyance. Elsewhere in the building, Lazarus walks into a surveillance room to find all the monitors displaying the fight between Kyle and the enforcers. The moment Lazarus sees him, a sharp jolt of pain goes through his head and he drops to the floor as more blurry images flood his mind. The two security guards present rush to him to help him up.
Security Guard: (helps him up) Hey kid, you okay?
Lazarus: (rubs his head and groans in pain) I'm…I'm fine. What was that? And why do I feel like I know this guy. I'm going in.
Back at the fight, Kyle has effortlessly manhandled all the enforcers, sustaining only little injury, leaving only a battered and bruised Anastasia whom he holds by her neck with one hand; the beaten enforcer on her knees.
Unnamed Enforcer: (groans heavily) Ugh! I can't believe he took down ten high-to-top-tier enforcers all by himself and all he has to show for injuries is a bloody lip. Who is this kid?
Kyle stares straight at the older, taller, beaten, clearly suffocating woman's face with a blank but serious expression, like he was contemplating what to do with her now, not noticing the girl running up to him, spear in hand.
Guinevere: (yells) Leave Mistress Anastasia alone!
She leaps straight at Kyle, spear extended for a stab, but her screaming alerts him in time to dodge by merely backstepping away, dropping Anastasia in the process. Guinevere leaps pass between them and lands a few paces away before turning to face them.
Kyle: Hmmm? (backsteps)
Anastasia: (grabs her throat, coughing and breathing hard to steady herself) No, Guinny! Don't! He's too strong for you!
Kyle turns to face the girl and raises a hand to attack. Guinevere looks worried for moment, bolts of anxious sweat dripping down the sides of her head when…
Lazarus: Intruder!
Kyle freezes, recognizing the voice instantly and turning to see…
Kyle: (cheerfully) Laz! It's you, finally.
Lazarus: (confused) Laz? As in Lazarus? How do you know my name?
Kyle: (equally confused) How? Because you told me. It's me, Kyle. Remember?
Lazarus: Kyle? (in the plane ride, Bishop watches everything transpiring)
Bishop: This' his first real fight. Let's see how he does against an opponent he doesn't have to hold back against.
Lazarus: Kyle? …! (grabs his head and groans in pain again as more blurry images flash in his mind) Ugh! What is this? What are you doing to my mind?
Kyle: What? What are talking about? I'm not doing anything to your mind. Come on son, it's me, Kyleo Kalahan, your best friend.
Lazarus: LIES! I don't have friends. Bishop told me himself. It's not true.
Kyle: (shocked) Bishop, what? (turning angry) Bishop! That deceitful two-legged toaster. He did something to your head, didn't he? (looks around) Where is he? He has some explaining to do.
Lazarus: Don't you DARE! (fires beams of fire from both hands at Kyle who casually blocks it with his force shield)
Kyle: That's new. I'm guessing that's one of the new skills you were talking about. (Lazarus gets into a fight stance and raises his hands at Kyle, forcing his entire body to the ground, making him dispel the shield)
Kyle: …! (struggles to get up) What is this? A gravity trap? No, there's too much precision. Telekinetics, perhaps? In that case…GAAH! (breaks free using nothing but pure brute strength)
Lazarus: (grits his teeth) …! He broke free from my hold using nothing more than pure physical strength? He's powerful. 'SHURIKEN STORM'. (fires bolts of purple energy at Kyle which turn into spinning shuriken midway)
Kyle: 'BODY ARMOR'. (turns back to metal and shields his face with his arms, the shuriken clink and clank against his metal skin as they fly past, ripping apart his clothes) Guh! I don't wanna fight you Lazarus, but if you won't listen to reason, then I make you listen…with force!
Kyle takes a battle stance, Lazarus takes one two. Both lock eyes at eachother, waiting for the other to make the next move. Everyone present or within eyeshot watches the fight quietly. Kyle's right fist suddenly ignites in a rich emerald flame, and he suddenly vanishes out of sight, leaving everyone – including Lazarus – surprised and confused.
Lazarus: (looks around) Where did he--?
Kyle: (suddenly reappears right in front of him) 'INFERNO FIST'. (delivers a burning punch square on Lazarus' chest, sending flying several feet in the opposite direction and leaving a singed fist-print in the center of the suit)
Guinevere: He's…fast. Very fast. Even I couldn't keep up with him, even with my own perception.
Lazarus: (gets up and groans) Egh! Even with the solidium, it still hurts bad. The suit was just barely able to shield off the worst of that attack. Had it been made of it been made of weaker material, I likely wouldn't had gotten back up.
Kyle: (turning off his armor and fire) You've gotten weak Lazarus. The old Lazarus would have anticipated my moves and prepared a block or counter before I even flash stepped. You lose.
Lazarus: Hmm! (summons a storm of spears overhead Kyle which rain down on him)
Kyle: 'PERFECT DEFLECTOR'. (waves his hand, causing all the spears to fly back upwards, piercing themselves into whatever they meet first on their way to the ceiling) My turn. 'SUPER POUND'. (the same blue and blue-white buzzing energy swirl around both hands and he slams his palms unto the floor, send the shockwave rippling through the floor at Lazarus like an underground projectile)
Lazarus disappears in a flash of purple, dodging the attack. Rather than be surprised or confused, Kyle just turns around slightly and raises his hand in time to catch Lazarus' leg as he reappears behind him with a kick. With a strong swing, he tosses Lazarus across the room, but he just lands on his feet and hand, skidding to a halt. Kyle dashes towards him, ninja style. Lazarus focuses his thoughts on Kyle only to quickly get stunned.
Lazarus: What? His thoughts don't align with his actions. How? Is he…fighting without thinking? How is that possible?
Kyle leaps forward, delivering a spin-kick to Lazarus' head. Lazarus catches it with his right hand and prepares to blast with his left, only for Kyle to lean forward, grab his hand and pull it upwards, just in time for a bolt of purple-blue lightning to light up the air above them. Kyle grabs Lazarus' head with his free hand and knees him in the face, sending him flying back more feet and breaking his nose.
Lazarus: …
Kyle takes up a martial arts stance this time, a bright electric-blue glow emanating from his entire body as streaks of lightning flutter around him, creating a form of lightning aura. He leans forward, seemingly for another dash.
Kyle: 'CHARGE FORTH'.(suddenly zooms at superhuman speed – even by their standards – at Lazarus…)'FISTICUFF BARRAGE'.(…and riddles his body with a barrage of punches)
Lazarus doesn't even have a time to react and is on the ground yet again, even more feet back, as quickly as he had gotten back up before. He struggles to prop himself up on his elbows, attempting to take his breath.
Kyle: (in a tone that either had none or greatly hid any remorse or hesitation) Ready to listen yet? Or do we have to keep throwing hands? (Lazarus just glares hatefully at Kyle)
Anastasia: You claim to be his best friend yet you beat him to this extent?! If he were anyone weaker, he would have died!
Kyle: That's just it. He's not dead because he's not weak. You don't know anything so shut up. This is how Laz and I spar all the time. Beating each other senseless until one of us either gets tired or knocked out cold. (crouches slightly towards Lazarus) If you were your old self you would just shrugged of the injuries like the nuances they are and kept going. (Rather than respond, Lazarus just swings his hand at Kyle firing a telekinetic blast at him, which he easily dodges with another flash step, zipping straight to Lazarus' back with brilliant-gold energy enveloping his right leg and…)
Kyle: 'SLASHER KICK'.(…swings his foot across Lazarus' back, slicing deeply into it, right through the suit)
Lazarus: (shocked) …! (collapses to the floor)
Kyle: (pants) You lose, son. (Everyone watching just stares in disbelief, even Bishop can't believe what he saw)
Bishop: Well, this was unexpected.
Guinevere: (angry) What kind of sick b*stard beats their best friend to an unconscious state?
Kyle: (unremorseful) Like I said: "Until either one gives up or gives out". If he's anything like the old Laz he'll be fine. Now, where's Bishop? (his question isn't answered however as five new contenders enter the fray. All dressed, head-to-toe in full-body armor; one dressed in red, another blue, the others black, pink and yellow)
Kyle: (turns to face them) Hmm? Who're you now? (the red one in the middle steps forward, Kyle tilts his head slightly in confusion) Hmm? …! (Kyle's knees suddenly grow weak as he drops to the floor on all fours, shakily speaking) What's…happening? (his vision blurs as he watches the world spin around him; he feels consciousness rapidly slipping from his grasp and before he knows it, Kyle himself is an unconscious body slumped all over the HQ's floor)
Red Armor: Take him away, and the wounded to the recovery rooms. (security guards and medical workers scramble to get to work, helping anybody and everybody that needed it; two guards grabbed Kyle by the arms and lifted him away)
Security Guard 1: For someone who was acting all high and mighty just a few seconds ago, he sure went down fast when the real big leagues showed up.
Security Guard #2: Of course. Like he even had a chance against Enforcement's number 1 team. (two medical workers rush to Lazarus and begin applying first aid, they heal and wrap up his injuries; Bishop watches everything from the security camera view and thinks to himself before speaking through the comms)
Bishop: Keep them both secure. I'll be arriving shortly.
SCENE:A high-rise apartment in NY uptown, High-rank district.
Neil rests in a sofa in his apartment's living room, watching a Galactuber's* livestream on his phone, eating a shortcake.
Tsuki-chan: (on the stream) Hey there, Tsuki-chan here. Here with another livestream. If you're an existing member, welcome to the stream. And if you're new don't forget to hit that subscribe button and make you're notified for future updates and livestreams. (a message alert suddenly appears on his screen)
Neil: Hmm? A text? From Kyle?
SCENE:A blurry image of Laz's last interaction with Kyle; one so blurry, neither character's face is visible.
Laz: (smirking proudly) Come what may, I'll keep pushing forward. I'm Lazarus La rose, I never falter and I'll never die, no matter what.
Kyle: (smiles encouragingly) OK! No matter what happens I've always got your back. (gives a thumbs-up; Lazarus wakes up from the "dream" to find himself in the recovery room)
SCENE: Enforcement Branch Office, Recovery Room.
Lazarus lays on his bed resting, his injuries healed and wrapped up. He opens his eyes to see Bishop leaning on a wall in the far corner, reading a holographic clipboard made of hard light.
Lazarus: (weakly) Bishop?
Bishop: (cocks his head up) Ahh, you're awake.
Lazarus: What happened?
Bishop: Common now, surely you can remember what happened on your own.
Lazarus closes his eyes to focus his thoughts, he remembers his fight with the mysterious intruder. How the sight of him caused him mental pain, how he engaged him in battle, how he countered all his attacks, how he lost pitifully to him.
Lazarus: Oh, now I remember. (grits his teeth in frustration) …! Even with all that training, I still lost. How? I thought I had become strong enough.
Bishop: I had wondered the same thing too, I assumed with your natural level, you'd at least be on equal ground with him. But, that didn't seem to be the case. Then I realized, you're not on your old level at all. (Laz gives him a confused look) Your body has indeed adapted to your natural level, but your new skills haven't. Thus, your current level doesn't match your natural one. As you know, the strength of a skill relies not in how much power can be applied to it, but in its versatility. Simply put, the more versatile your special skills are, the higher your level rises. Your level rises when your physical and mental prowess does too, but with your low mastery of your skills, you're being held back from your full potential. You're stronger not just by physical growth but also the more you master your skills and all its diversities.
Lazarus: So, I'm not at full strength because I haven't mastered my new skills to the same degree at which I had mastered my old ones?
Bishop: Exactly. Meaning, it's back to training for you.
Lazarus: (sighs) Very well then. (they discuss Lazarus' new training regimen to quickly raise his level, completely unaware of Anastasia listening on a few beds away, conceal only by the curtains around her bed for privacy; an unsettled and uncertain look on her face)
(flashback)
A montage of flashback clips begin.
Laz: (clip #1, confident) It's tough, but someone's gotta do it. It just won't be me. (snickers; clip #2, smirking cockily with his hands on his hips) Come on, what's the worst that could happen? (clip #3, raises his hands in partial surrender) Okay, that's worst that could happen, but what's the worst that's most likely to actually occur? (clip #4) Maybe. But will never know unless we try. (clip #5, smirking proudly) Come what may, I'll keep pushing forward. I'm Lazarus La rose, I never falter and I'll never die, no matter what.
(flashback ends)
Kyle: (jolts awake) …! That's it, that's what's wrong with him. He's lost his love for life. Whatever Bishop did to him, it turned him into an emotionless battle slave. Like Neil X 10. I've got to fix him, but first… (he looks around to find himself bound spread-eagled by his arms and legs by cuffs connected to the walls by Hard light chains) …I gotta get outta here. (outside Kyle's cell, two guards chat amongst themselves)
Security Guard 1: You watch the game on Sunday?
Security Guard #2: Yeah! So glad the Giants finally made it to playoffs again.
Security Guard 1: I know right. They've really bombing it the past few seasons, so glad they finally made a comeback.
Security Guard #2: Yeah rig-- (he gets caught off by a flameless explosion that causes the door to the cell suddenly fly open)
Security Guard #1: (surprised) Huh?! What?!
Kyle: (casually walks out while letting out a small whistle) That took less effort than I thought, the tech here's remarkably outdated in terms of strength for a government-sponsored organization.
Security Guard #2: What?! How did you…?
Kyle: Alright where's Bishop? I know he's here.
Guinevere: (walking into the scene) What's going on here?
Security Guard #1: Ma'am.
Guinevere: Oh I see, a break out huh?
Kyle: Hmm? Who are you now?
Guinevere: (ignoring Kyle for her subordinates) You two. Go inform the Bishop that the intruder had escaped his cell, and due to his resistance, he was swiftly eliminated by me.
Security Guards: (both in unison) Yes ma'am! (run off)
Guinevere: (smiling confidently) Now, I don't intend to waste time here, so I'll finish you quickly.
Kyle: Hmm?
Kyle gives Guinevere a studying look, she is a young girl, seemingly about the same age as Mavy, and the same height too but slightly bustier. She has peach and cream skin, emerald eyes, long brownish-blonde hair worn back into a high ponytail and a rather generous bust. She wears a black, one piece, full-body suit made of thick, skin-tight material, under a light, silver-white armor with cyan details. Corset-like armor around her midsection, linked via straps to shoulder-pads that stretch out sideways a bit, a metal belt with pads attached to the sides around her waist, and armor gloves and boots to match. A peculiar spear in her hands, being long and metallic with an axe-like piece attached to side the top, similar to a woodcutter's axe head and a thin, foot-long blade protruding from the top; designed more like the blade of a knife or dagger than a traditional spear head.
Kyle: Wait! Who actually are you?
Guinevere: While I don't see the point in telling you my name, I'm Guinevere, remember it in the afterlife. A high-tier enforcer and your end. Now, good bye.
She dashes at Kyle and at speeds that none could follow, she riddles his body with an onslaught of slashes on her way past him, or so she thinks. She turns around with a triumphant smile on her face to look at her handiwork. The smile falls apart however, when she sees his perfectly unharmed body. She stares on with a look of pure shock and horror on her face as Kyle just moves his body awkwardly, like he had just stretched out of a few cramps.
Kyle: (lets out a small whistle) That was close. You know, you shouldn't play with sharp objects, someone could get hurt.
Guinevere: (sweating nervously) He dodged every one of my strikes? That's…impossible.
Kyle: (looks up at her) Hmmm?
SCENE: Bishop's office.
Bishop sits in his chair reviewing some documents on a holographic screen when a guard burst into the room.
Security Guard: SIR!
Bishop: (in his usual casual tone, not even looking up from his work) I guess knocking is now a foreign concept.
Security Guard: Sorry sir.
Bishop: Never mind, what is it?
Security Guard: Sir, the intruder, he's escaping. (Bishop finally looks up from the documents to his subordinate; back with Kyle and Guinevere, or rather just Guinevere)
Security Guard: Ma'am. Why…are you like that
Her subordinates, all initially gathered to help just stand there stunned, gawking at her. Why? Guinevere sits in a corner, curled up in a ball in only her undergarments, her arms wrapped around her body in a vain attempt to cover herself.
Guinevere: (madly flushed) Never mind that. That white-haired pr*ck is still in the building somewhere. Find him and take him down; and go get me a change of clothes.
Security Guards: Yes Ma'am! Ah…?
Guinevere: What are you waiting for!? GO! (they disperse, leaving her seething in rage) Why that…how could he?
(flashback)
Kyle overpowers and lifts Guinevere up by her neck with one hand. Her feet hovering above the ground due to her shorter stature. She struggles to break free, her hands gripping onto his arm in a vain attempt to pry him off, her spear broken in two a few feet away.
Guinevere: (talks among coughs) Why…drag this…on? Just…finish me already.
Kyle: (lowering her down to eye-level) You know what Guinevere? That's a nice-looking suit you got on yah, but I just don't think it's your style.
(flashback ends)
Guinevere: I swear, I. Will. Make. Him. PAY! (meanwhile, Kyle in another hallway, tries but fails to put on Guinevere's mission suit)
Kyle: Dammit! I knew it would be too small. (sighs) That's too bad, I really dug it too. (hears guards running helter-skelter around the building, searching for him) Sheesh, what's with all the excitement? You'd think there's being a jailbreak or something. (proceeds to walk off but suddenly stops) Hmm?
Kyle weaves out of the way in time to dodge the first invisible attack – a downward slash – but not the second which pierces straight into his midsection, pinning him to a wall and causing him to cough out blood. The perpetrator – a man dressed like a black knight expy – manifests himself into visibility.
The man is a tall figure with a muscular build and robust upper body. His is clad completely in obsidian-black armor with silver accents and spiky details. His helmet, a matching piece that completely envelops his head with a single slot open at the eye-level of the face for visibility. In his left hand a peculiar blade, shaped more like a silver-white, metal spike with a long, outstretched end, forming the blade and a shorter opposite end as the hilt, and four pointed protrusions pointing backwards, forming the guard.
Black Armor: (speaking in metallic, adult male voice because of his helmet) Well Kyleo Kalahan, looks like this is the end for you.
Kyle: Huh? Do I know you?
Black Armor: I am Black Armor. Member and strength factor of the Armor-clad Five.
Kyle: Hmm? Oh yeah, you're one of those armor jockeys that showed just after my fight with Laz.
Black Armor: You'll do well to show respect when referring to us, insect. We are enforcement's strongest enforcers.
Kyle: (unmoved) Is that right?
Black Armor: Yes. And now you are about to feel the power of their strongest member, Kyleo Kalahan.
Kyle: Huh, you said my name twice now. You know who I am?
Black Armor: Of course. Everyone in this day and age of mass media has at least heard about the remarkable Kyleo Kalahan. Head of the Kalahan conglomerate, Kalaverse Empire, most successful businessman on earth with over fifty international industries. On top of being one of the most powerful fighters in the world, the First Almighty and a tier-king fighter with almost ungodly strength, known also by the moniker: The Tyrant King.
Kyle: (lets out a short, amused whistle) Ohohoho! Look who did their homework, you even know my battle name. But I'm afraid a little flattery isn't gonna do you much against me.
Black Armor: You seem to misunderstand. I'm saying that killing you now we bring a lot of recognition to the Armor-clad Five. Imagine it, expunging one of the Eight Almighties, that would be quite the feat indeed.
Kyle: (smiles) Oh I see, you think killing me will mean making some big achievement. Sorry but that won't be happening any time…ever.
Black Armor: You speak confidently for someone about to die. I mean look, even now you have already been impaled with my blade.
Kyle: Hmm? (looks down at his torso then smiles again) Oh yeah (Kyle grabs hold of one the blade with one hand and begins slowly pull it out; surprised, Black Armor tries to push it back in, now using both hands but is shocked to find that Kyle's strength is greater than his)
Black Armor: This can't be. Even with all my strength, I can't keep it in.
Kyle quickly manages to pull the spike-like blade out of his body before snapping it in two with one hand jerk. Startled, Black Armor stumbles back, dropping the half of the sword in his hands. He begins shaking in his armor, a look of fear written all over his face, not that Kyle can see it.
Kyle: (stalking up to him) Welp, this was fun, but I've got to be going now. See yah later… (stabs Black Armor through the suit, right through the heart with his own half) …or maybe not. (Black Armor falls to his side on the ground bleeding out as Kyle casually walks away; Kyle looks down at his body before pausing to rip off his ruined hoodie and then top which he then uses to wrap up his wound, before continuing on)
Kyle: Hmm? How do I get out of here? (closes his eyes to think; Kyle kicks down the door of the room with monitors connected to the security cameras, startling all the workers)
Kyle: (points over his shoulder with his thumb) Out! (not needing to be told twice, everyone left; once alone, Kyle begins going through the security cameras to find the fastest way out, that is, until one footage catches his attention)
Kyle: Hmm? (back with Black Armor's body, three medic's check his body, taking off his armor to try resuscitate him while his teammates stand around watching anxiously)
Red Armor: (voice sounding metallic through his helm) Well?
Medic 1: (shakes his head sorrowfully) I'm sorry, he's gone.
All: (shocked) What?!
Medic 1: It seems he's been dead for a bit. Likely was already dead by the time he was found. (Red Armor grits his teeth under his helmet)
Medic 2: It gets worse.
Blue Armor: (voice sounding metallic through his helm) Worse?! How?!
Medic 2: The blade that killed him wasn't just made to pierce his chest. It was directly positioned right over where his heart is and pushed straight through, even if you're trying to stab someone in the heart, the level of precision wouldn't be this perfect. This wasn't just an act of manslaughter with the intension of just slowing down, this kid knew exactly where to strike and how to strike to ensure Lord Black Armor died.
Medic 3: In short, we're dealing with an experienced killer. (the four all become appalled)
Red Armor: (breaking the silence) Blue Armor search the south wing, Yellow and Pink, north and east. I'll take the west. Find him, but don't take him on alone, call for back understood?
All: Right! (they disperse, not noticing the new character hiding in a corner, eavesdropping and grinning)
The scene fades to black as the CHAPTER ends.
STORY CONTINUES IN CHAPTER: 7 (ESCAPE FROM ENFORCEMENT)
*Solidium is a rare (fictional) gemstone with a cotton-like texture that can be used to make fabric for clothing. It's a valuable product amongst tailors and other fashion designing businesses because of its nigh-invulnerability, suitable for making near-indestructible clothing which is highly sort after in a world of constant battles.
*Galactube is a free video sharing website that makes it easy to watch online videos, not too dissimilar from YouTube, only with a few extra and replaced features.