Wilson shouted at the horned-monkeys for the umpteenth time. He was furious and the monkeys seemed not to care, but continued to bounce on the tree branches and chattered noisily, obviously mocking him. His instincts were trying to tell him something but he was to upset to think clearly.
As he prepared to try his luck again, a loud voice stopped him."You must be like the stupidest person on Earth! Do you think you can outsmart one of the smartest beast species to ever exist by letting your anger cloud your sense of judgement?"Wilson looked at the owner of the voice but said nothing and looked back at the horned-monkeys again. He watched their movements for a while before he turned back to respond to the young lady. She was already gone.'How did I not hear her leave?' He thought to himself.'Perhaps I am truly letting my anger cloud my senses.'He took in a deep breath and looked back at the monkeys and observed how the branches place them in ways thaTwo weeks after the monkey incident, Wilson was in a haggard carriage pulled by a horse and camel hybrid. A combination of fast and weather-enduring. He sat in the carriage looking out through the see-through curtain at the snow-filled plains. He sighed deeply, lost in thought. He reminisced on what had happened the past week after he had meticulously escaped from the clutches of death at the hands of those cunning, super strong, multicolored, horned monkeys.After running for hours, he stumbled on a thick bunch of interlocked vines that were seemingly warning him not to take a step further. Of course, he did not listen. He ran on, past the Vines and some thick evergreen trees until he got to a clearing that looked both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time."Where have I seen this before?" He asked himself aloud."I don't know, do you?" A voice suddenly said behind him, startling him. He turned around at an inhumane speed and shouted at the voice owner."Why
Wilson lived in the wild for a week. Never staying in a place for more than a day. The beasts of the forest seemed to hate him, constantly searching, or rather tracking him down. Or perhaps, they were just attracted by the sweet, sweet smell of cooked hyena flesh. It did not matter what kind of place he decided to seek shelter in, there would always be at least four different kinds of beasts coming after him, leaving him o choice but to be on the run. By the end of the week, he had changed locations twelve times, a maximum of four times in a day. Wilson sighed as he remembered the day he had to change locations four times in one day.He had skinned, sliced and cooked the entire bull-sized hyena over a spit fire. He was tired after a good day's work and was ready to sleep when he heard some chattering that immediately reminded him of those heinous horned-monkeys. He shivered in frustration -not fright- and anger."Oh no! This monkeys again!" He felt like crying.*Ooh!
"Huh! Who are you?" A small rodent said."What?" Wilson was stumped that a rodent could actually talk."I said, who are you?" The small rodent repeated.Wilson was too shocked to say a word. His mouth was hanging ajar."You do understand what I am saying, don't you?" The little rodent asked him."What are you?" Wilson finally managed to ask."I am Young! The smartest living rodent in all the world. Nice to meet you!" It extended a paw for a handshake. Wilson looked at paw in awe."You know it is rude to not receive a paw shake. And you should also tell me your name and title. It is rude to ask for other's names without giving yours back. Did your mother not teach you that when you were young?" Young shook it's head in pity and dropped its paw."Anyway, you are in the way of our home and my family will soon be here. It won't be nice to see you in our home and unlike me, they are very hostile with strangers so......" It was unable to finish its
"Hey! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up....." Wilson woke up. Someone was slapping his cheeks with every sentence. His cheeks stung badly. He quickly touched his cheeks and felt that they were swollen.He sprang to his feet, startling the girl. He looked at her in anger. She was the same and only girl that he had seen ever since he was broken out of jail."Are you really going to hit me?" She asked sweetly, blinking her eyes like a little girl and gently stood up and took a few steps backwards."Obviously!" Wilson answered and slowly cracked his knuckles. She snickered."You really are not afraid to hit your own teacher's beautiful granddaughter. Have you stopped to think about what he will do to you if you as much as touch a single hair on my head?" She asked.Wilson's fist hung in mid-air. She was right. Old man Jenkins would kill him. He slowly dropped his raised fist and even his voice became soft."Why did you have to slap me awake? You could have just use
The carriage galloped through a bump startling Wilson out of his thoughts. He unconsciously reached for the small knives he kept hidden in his jacket sleeves. It was custom- made for him. A sort of reward for getting all the things on the list before the old man Jenkins arrived. The jacket had several tiny holes that were somehow capable of hiding something as large as a broadsword. The old man had explained to him that it had to do with spatial magic but he did not bother to listen. It was not like he knew enough about abilities to even attempt to understand what the old man was telling him. After all, where he came from was more or less primitive and nobody there knew about abilities or half-humans or nobility. He only just left for the city not quite long ago.Back to the requirements, he still did not know what they were required for. Old man Jenkins refused to say anything and the granddaughter was just as clueless."Hey, what was that all about?" He reached for the curtain with
“Oh no!” Mow yelled out loud. He tried to control himself midair but he was moving too fast and the force was not his creation to begin with. Wilson jumped at the branch separating himself from Mow and the snake’s head. The snake’s head moved towards Mow as well, mouth wide open. It was obvious the snake wanted to finish him in one bite. Mow looked on in horror, Wilson tried to catch up and the snake had its mouth wide open and seemed to be smiling.Mow grabbed a tree branch and swung himself around the branch landing on it. The rainbow snake seemed startled. This is not how it was supposed to go. It stretched and swung its tail again at Mo but he kicked off the branch, leaped over the tail and landed on another branch just above the snake’s head. The rainbow snake saw this move as an insult. It straightened itself to Mow’s length and looked straight at him.*BANG*Wilson punched the snake’s head with as much strength as he could muster.“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Wilson yelled in pain, h
*Ooh* *Ooh * *Aah* *Aah* The monkeys finally noticed him and their chattering became even more prominent. A horned-monkey at least two feet taller than Wilson dropped from the tree branch. Its fur was an intriguing blend of blue, white and grey.‘This monkey is definitely their community elder!’ Wilson thought to himself as he sat exasperatedly under the tree shade. At this point, the sun was setting over the horizon, not that it made much of a difference. After all, the trees were so densely packed, sun rays barely filtered through.The monkey looked curiously at him and then at his bag and inched closer to sniff at him.“Huh!! Oh thou great, handsome, benevolent and wisdom-filled elder of the monkey community. I humbly request a truce! To let bygones be bygones and for us to start afresh and on a clean slate!” Wilson said and smiled the biggest, sweetest smile his tired face could muster.The monkey elder’s curious face tilted in confusion as it contemplated. ‘How come this uni
The carriage rattled as it moved. Wilson banged his head against the surprisingly hard interior. He was sure old man Jenkins, who was doing all the riding and navigating, picked the carriage to punish him. Maybe there was even a better road but the old man chose this rough, potholed road with vines and roots creeping onto it. And with the ghostlike colors of these trees? Yes, it must be intentional! This petty, old man. Tsk. How long has this road been abandoned anyway? Wilson shook his head to chase away his troublesome thoughts, closed his eyes and tried to sleep, ignoring the several sudden movements.A sound jolted him awake and the movement of carriage ensured he fell off his seat, banging his head on the door opposite him.“Hey, kid! Come on out. Are you not tired of staying in there all the time? Go get us some food!” old man Jenkins spoke out.The sound of food woke him up properly.“Food?” Were they finally somewhere with some sort of civilization?“Yes! Food! Get out!”Wils
Colt woke up and sat up."What.... I'm awake, ain't I?" He asked himself. He was sure he was awake. Were his eyes still closed? Or why was everywhere still black? He tried to open his eyes for several minutes. "My eyes!" He jumped to his feet. Or at least tried. As soon as he moved , he hit his head hard against something. He raised his hand to touch. It felt like concrete."Div? Platoon! China? Hey! What the f*ck are you trying to pull?" He yelled. His voice echoed back to him. He touched his eyes. They were open. Why was everywhere still dark?He panicked."Hello! Anyone? Where am I? Dad? China, I bet that is you. Come on, we can talk about this. The bomb thing was just a joke. I wouldn't actually try to blow up my friend." He tried to persuade. He crawled forward as he spoke."Chan!" He changed tactics and yelled. "I'm talking to you. Answer me. Chan! Chan!"**************Wilson woke up, feeling groggy. Like most other times, it took him some ti
Wilson weaved through the thin blades of ice, like a veteran surfer through the water waves. He stretched his hand like before to grab the furious twin by the head just like he did with his brother. He had developed a liking for grabbing his opponents by the face. His fingers were only centimeters away from securing a firm grip when suddenly he felt a change in the air pressure, or was it temperature, behind him. It was hard to explain if he tried. All he knew was someone was now there. He abruptly pulled his hand back, ducked his head and awkwardly rolled to the side as quickly as he could, barely escaping a fatal knife stab to his jugular."Tsk!" It was Colt who clicked his tongue and retreated. He left Wilson and went straight for Fawn who was by now, utterly exhausted from fighting two people at once. She was bleeding from her arms and thighs and various other cuts to her torso. Her clothes were in tatters. Wilson glanced at Dash and was surprised to see him holding out bett
"Sh*t! Zek is dead!" A voice spoke from within the smoke. It sounded muffled as if something was blocking the free passage of sound."F*ck! They discovered us. Rush in and kill them. The girl is mine." A female voice ordered from within the smoke. The third sentence made Fawn chuckle. That was Diva alright.Few seconds later, the swirling smoke of poison rippled."F*ck! Wind dude already joined them.""Just jump through, you idiot." The lady ordered again.Wilson did not wait for them to approach though. The team was still outnumbered, so in a bid to try and even the playing field before it could devolve into total chaos, he stepped forward and grabbed an idiot and forcefully pulled him in before the victim could react. Jim instantly three wind blades at him while Dash dashed towards him and stabbed him as quickly and in as many vital points as possible. The victim was dead before he could even make an impact."Minus two!" Wilson called out."Remainder se
China yelled in frustration as he once again ran straight towards Jim. He had tried to send his near invisible poison towards Jim and the team over and over again but this dastardly Jim, who looked like a mock version of a businessman and never stopped talking, somehow managed to stop the spread of the poison. And what's more, he could not catch up to him either because he was way too fast for him, constantly waiting for him to close half the distance between them before boosting himself with his wind ability and running to the farthest corner again.As China neared Jim once more, Jim leaned slightly forward. His suit jacket fluttered a little. A sure sign of him harnessing his ability once again.China felt the slight sting at the back of his neck increase till his head started buzzing. A warning sign from Colt. As soon as he saw Jim blur out of sight, he immediately sprayed out his poison out of every pore of his body. A thick cloud of smoke instantly filled a meter radius
Noise abound at the Boneyard Arena in Bones Street in Tiger City, as the crowd of spectators cheered. Several teams had already duelled it out since morning and it was not only at this arena but in every other properly accounted for arena in Bones Street, Brawl Street, the seven Major Streets and even Horr's underground wrestling platforms.Never before had the officials of Tiger City paid attention to the wrestling competitions but now that they were planning to join in, they were more than willing to make their first intra city competition as memorable as possible. The competition hadn't even started properly, as that will only begin after the top 64 had been selected and broadcasted to the entire city. Even then, the preliminaries was already bumbling. Every body - individuals, gangs, organisations and even military schools - who dreamt of fame, recognition, money or just wanted to improve their skills, gathered a team of five at minimum and registered to take part in it. Qua
"Wilson! Wilson! Wilson, can you hear me?" Danny called. Wilson turned his head to look at him.Everyone thought he had a good reason for pulling attention towards him. They should have known better."You stink! Can you tone it down?"Dash and Gene Chang immediately scurried away from his side. This idiot seemed to like playing with death. It was best to stay away to avoid collateral damage. But Wilson did not attack. Instead, thin red smoke-like fumes, that Charlie, the instructor and Gene Chang had noticed emanating from him, reduced."Wilson." Charlie called. "Can you control it? You simply have to continue your thought process but slowly push it towards the direction you want it to go."Wilson nodded. For about a minute, nothing happened. Dash opened his mouth and spoke in a whisper, not wanting to break Wilson's thought process."He's taking longer than expected.""Yeah! It's not unexpected. High quality means high requirements." The instructor said.
Wilson was short of words for a long time after his mother completed the story. He quietly hugged her. Everything she had done, no matter how selfish, she had done to protect him and cure him from the curse."Thank you mom. You are the best mom I could ever ask for."Silvia smiled and sniffled. Charlie glanced at them from his lying position on the grass and sighed. They were still not done. Come on. They were only separated for about a year or so. What was there to catch up on for so long.'They are hugging again.' He grumbled under his breath. 'I should download some offline games in case of another time. Uh! I'm so bored. Finish up, man.'He dared not say it out loud though. He was not stupid. A woman who had access to spatial magi-tech and could exonerate his father's name from the long list of deceased traitors was definitely not simple. She even had connections in Tiger City itself. He wasn't stupid enough to test her patience after a long awaited reunion
Before Wolfe died, he had an illicit affair with his childhood sweetheart, Charlotte. While Wolfe was legally married and in love, it was all for the public's eyes. After all, he was a public figure and he cared a lot about how people viewed him. Maybe a little too much. If he hadn't, he probably would have married Charlotte instead.Charlotte was heavily pregnant when Wolfe jumped into the those outer worlders' ship. The knowledge made Wolfe's real wife, Monica feel betrayed. The invasion and resistance continued for a while and after some time, Monica and Charlotte met in a makeshift underground bunker while escaping for their lives. They got into a stupid fight with each other and insulted and cursed at each other. But Monica was quickly overwhelmed, she burst into tears and in a fit of rage and frustration, grabbed the bare soil beneath her and glared at Charlotte."Wolfe deceived me. He used me to boost his career. And while I suffered every night, he spent them in bed
"Some couple centuries or back, before the first invasion, your great great grandfather, I think it's two greats, was a well known modified fighter. He had the strength and grit. He was very popular for his sportsmanship and showmanship. When the aliens first struck earth, he was in the middle of the biggest fight of his career against a fellow fighter named Boxer. Boxer is the ancestor of the royal family. Grandpa Wolfe was the first person to deal a fatal blow to the alien ship. Of course, that's not what the history books say. Apparently, to further bolster their image in the eyes of the citizens of the kingdom, the historical records were altered, but the royal family and certain important families know the truth. That's why Tiger City was given its independence in the first place. As a tribute to our ancestor and to maintain a good relationship with us."Wilson blinked. He understood most of that. As usual, his observant mom noticed."We will go into details about that