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
Chapter 30 – The OriginAll the oldies, except old man Jenkins and the toothless cane lady, immediately had goosebumps. He was willing to sacrifice his one and only granddaughter for a cause. They did not know if they were to respect his decision or to keep their distance from a patriot of his level. Does that not mean he would absolutely give them, his childhood and teenagehood friends, up for the cause as well if he had to? How scary! They unconsciously stepped away from him. Who knows if he would suddenly go crazy and claim they were spying for the nobles. As unlikely as that was, nothing was impossible at this point. After all, he already gave up his last surviving blood to be brainwashed to avoid her compromising the revolution. And what’s more, none of them could take him on. That will be them asking for some insanely painful death. He was the most skilled and the most dangerous. Nobody in this room had a higher body count than old man Jenkins. They could never forget when he fi
Back in Forest city, Wilson felt terrible. He was captured by the noble family whose son he had beaten up. He was tortured for days until he ‘mistakenly’ spilled the beans on his village. Luckily, they did not care about a remote, uncivilized place like that. The nobles gathered together in a very large, luxurious room . they were beginning to get frustrated with the fact that he was unwilling to reveal anything to them. They believed he had a secret backer somewhere in this city. How else could he have managed to hide from the police and the nobles and any slight sign of civilization for so long after he was successfully broken out of prison. They all saw him kill and seriously injure so many people before he was finally knocked out. With that kind of exhaustion, not to mention the amount of blood he lost while fighting, there was no way he could have snuck out of the prison hospital two hours later all by himself and without anyone noticing. “Nope, that is just not possible. And d
“So, will the kid be able to heal up?”“I don’t know! There are just too many factors involved.”“What are the chances?”“Twenty percent. I think!”“What do we need to increase the chances?”“A beast called the Dragonfly-hunter.”“I will go get it!”Wilson recognized that last voice. That was old man Jenkins’ voice.“Are there no alternatives? Dragonfly-hunters can only be found in places with extreme dark energy.”Wilson recognized this voice as well. It was the old cane lady.“There are alternatives. But they are a lot more difficult to find and even more difficult to capture alive. The chances of merely surviving in their habitats is already low enough, you will have to go to Planetria’s capital city before finding anybody who will be willing to take the risks. And unless you are willing to spend all our money on him, there is no way we can hire them!”“We will just stick to the dragonfly-hunters. I know where to get them anyway.” Old man Jenkins said.“You don’t mean the slum, rig
Wilson found himself at an expansive piece of land with large and small buildings and about a thousand people; some in groups, some alone, moving around doing their own thing. It was very well a city. He was confused. How did he get here? He had no idea. Where was he? He had no idea. Who were these people? He had no idea. All he knew was that he was very lost or he at least was feeling very lost.“Oh, Wilson! I have been looking for you!” A voice sounded behind him. He turned around and saw old man Jenkins’ daughter jogging towards him with a smile directed at him. He watched her approach him. Why was she smiling at him? She looked very beautiful. How come he was just taking note of this after all this while. Damn, she is one heck of a beauty when she is not frowning. Wait, why is she here? Is this where she lives? Is she the reason he is here? Also, when did she start smiling at him? If he remembered correctly, he was always rude towards her. He never said or did something nice enou
Several months later, Wilson could still not find a way out. So, he stopped trying and eventually, he realized, to his surprise, that he had gotten used to his situation. Every day followed the same simple routine.Every morning, he would wake up late. Breakfast already cooked and Alice waiting for him at the table. She would greet him good morning with a slight blush on her face. That was enough to tell him something happened between them the previous night but he never once remembered precisely what happened, no matter how hard he tried to. Not even a blurry image came to mind. Then, they would take a stroll around the entire community, which was by no means small. They would visit the stores to see what was new and how business was going for them. Then, they would go to see old man Jenkins and his bald friend at the city’s largest watch tower to hear about the latest news which was usually the same old boring stuff about the weather and the hunters’ expectancy for high beast yield
Wilson ran for his life. The men followed closely behind. They threw fireballs and sharp, visible sword waves and icicles, making Wilson’s escape impossible. He dodged as his instincts instructed, and the result, he only received ten shallow cuts across his back. It still hurt though. Abilities had that special effect on regular ability- less people. Wilson and his pursuers exchanged somewhat pointless conversations as they ran.“Stop right there!”“In your dreams”“If you do not stop right now, I will cut you in a million pieces.” The big boss, who Wilson beat up, threatened in a loud voice, booming amidst the battle cries and frightened and painful groans of the people around.“And what will you do if I stop?” Wilson asked and ran into a long narrow alley fit for only two persons to pass through at the same time. The big guy followed closely behind him, taking all the space. His men had to take turns passing through after him. They could no more throw their abilities and magic on Wi
Ruthless had a confident smile on his face.“Come on. Show me what you got. Try to impress me.” He mumbled as he watched Wilson swing a right fist hook at him. He took a step back to dodge. Wilson followed up with a straight left punch. He took another step backwards and dodged it as well. Old man Jenkins appeared by Wilson’s left and kicked at Ruthless’ gut. At the same time, Wilson swung a right hook at his neck. Ruthless, who moved sideways and slapped the old man’s leg away also ducked under Wilson’s fist and retaliated with a right fist of his own. His fist connected, sending Wilson a couple steps back. Old man Jenkins took a step forward and swung his left palm at Ruthless’ face. Ruthless moved his head slightly backwards and avoided the palm but old man Jenkins twisted in a way totally unbefitting for a man that old and his palm slapped Ruthless left shoulder.*PIAK*A slap sound rang out. Ruthless felt an unusually sharp pain and he took three quick steps back. But how could o
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