He's just a kid.
This though flashes across Dark Whip's head as he stared at the bloodied figure of the boy on the roof.
The wind blow softly against his face, his crimson hair fluttering in the wind.
"With this new invention of our Echelon Technology, you my good sir will be able to improve even further."
How ironic.
Using the high tech suit wasn't even enough to handle a fourteen year old kid. Too heavy, too hard for his movements and doesn't suits his fighting style. Not to mention, it felt so suffocating just being inside that thing.
In the end, a simple knife, skills and precision is what it took him to detained the brat.
"A kid like you shouldn't have such skills in combat." The crimson haired man muttered softly "Where did you even learnt all of that skills?"
However, Karen can still hear him. In response, the white haired youth glared at him. His crimson red eyes gleaming with so much hatred.
"Who are you exactly?" Dark Whip knelt down, sweeping the strains of hair that is covering part of Karen's face.
Even with the facemask covering his face, Dark Whip can tell that Karen is good looking. extremely good looking.
Those eyes of his are enough to captivate any women out there. If he grew up, many hearts will a surely be broken by him.
"Elliott Crimson...." Through gritted teeth, Karen uttered the name with hatred.
"You know my name." Elliott amused, reaching out to pulls Karen's mask off.
Then he noticed it.
Even with the severe injuries, Karen's wounds are healing.
Slowly. But they are healing.
Is this the second ability of his Aspect?
The healing is slow. Is it because of his injuries?
In the next second, a huge wind blow both of them flying.
Makoto's figure flashes, grabbing Karen's injured body.
Elliott watches coldly mid air.
Makoto swept his arm forward, generating another powerful blow of wind towards the hero mid air.
In the next second Elliott extended his arm. Dark mist covers his hand as dark tendrils shot forth, coiling around before condensing together to formed a round shield.
The dagger pierced through. Just a few inches, but it pierced through.
Impressive.
Makoto had generated the wind not just to blow him away, but to also propelled the dagger towards him at a faster speed.
A third wind shot out of Makoto's palm, propelling him backwards. This time, the powerful gush of wind sent the hero flying through countless buildings.
Countless dark tendrils shot out of Elliott's palms, connecting him to countless buildings.
The fourth gush of wind blows passed him, sending him flying even further.
Now however, with all of his tendrils connecting to the buildings, these tendrils became elastic.
His body was propelled, thrown towards the two figures flying in the horizon.
"Fuck!!!" Makoto cursed, seeing the incoming figure of the hero.
Karen raised his head, meeting the gaze of the hero mid air.
At that moment, time stood still.
A pair of wings shot out of Karen's body, bursting through his windbreaker. A pair of pristine white wings, paired with his snow white hair, Elliott can't help but thought of one thing.
A angel.
Karen's arm wrapped around Makoto's body, melting into liquid and bending together to held the youth tightly.
The pair of wings flapped, generating a powerful gust of wind that propels the two further into the air.
Dark Whip was sent flying from the gush of winds.
However, Karen is currently too tired.
The infiltration mission is not that hard. He barely uses his Aspect.
However, the fight with the underworld hero had taken a toll on him.
Lack of sleep, mentally exhausted and the injuries had caused him to lose control of his body.
The two crashed to a nearby building.
A while later Dark Whip arrived, landing on the spot the two had crashed only to see no one.
Both had somehow escaped.
Silat, muay thai, wing chun, taekwondo and boxing.
He's just a kid, with one powerful Aspect and a mastery in various forms of martial arts.
"How interesting, the kid even knows that I'm hailed from the Crimson family."
No one knows he's a Crimson. No one knows he's one of their bastard children.
"I suppose my stay here would be a lot more interesting."
He was originally here for a new suit that the Echelon Corporation had invented. A testing suit that they had offered to him.
Used it for a couple of days during his patrols and see if his fighting skills had improved. If it did, then he'll be
But now, it seems the suit is not even that great.
Not that it matters anymore.
"Freeze!" A police officer bursts through the door, gun aiming at the hero.
Dark Whip calmly walked towards him.
"What are you doing? Stop this instance with your hands in the air!"
The man merely pulls out a badge from his pocket and showed it to the officers.
Realising the hero's identity, the officer immediately saluted.
"No need for the formality," Elliott calm said while putting down the badge into his pocket, "Have you seen anyone walking out of this room?"
"We had captured one of them sir."
Just then a grown is heard.
"Show me the way."
Elliott looks down on the tied up figure of Makoto who is tied up in the kitchen.
"We found him crashing through this building and detained him immediately."
"Your disguise is quite good." Elliott blankly said.
The barrel was pointed at the hero's head.
Multiple shots rang out.
In a blinding speed, the dagger on Elliott's hand flashes, cutting each bullets in half. Elliott reached out, attempting to grabbed him.
A pair of metallic silver wings burst out of Karen's back, destroying the surrounding walls.
Elliott's hand slided across the metallic feathers of silver. The knife like feathers caused his fingers to bleed.
Karen reached out to grabbed Makoto.
The wings on his back flapped, generating a gush of wind that destroys half of the floor.
Dark Whip's body was thrown back, crashing down to multi walls.
When he looked up, the two kids are gone.
"Freeze!" This time, a group of police officers burst through the door.
All the guns are pointed at him.
Dark Whip glared at them, "You idiots are too late!"
Police officers:"..."
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Karen's wings wrapped around Makoto's body as they all crashed down to a distant rooftop. His wings had protected Makoto from the fall.
He on the other hand, wasn't able to protect himself.
Crashing down, various injuries had already littered his body. Even his previous injuries had gone worse, the wounds spreading.
Overusing his Aspect during his fights, the drawback had already took effect. A headache assaulted his head as Karen flipped his body to the side. The pristine white wings now is covered in dust, and the feathers had littered the roof.
The feathers flashes into his body, melting into his skin as his wings melted back into his back.
Multiple broken bones, dislocated shoulder, bleeding and a few of his ribs had pierced his organs.
"Allahuakhbar.....that hurts " Karen can't help but said these words as he forcefully put his dislocated shoulder back in place.
Makoto looks at him surprised, "You are a Muslim?"
"No I'm not," Karen stated bluntly, "I'm an atheist."
"But the street that I lived in is filled with Muslims."
"And when you lived in a place where they still prays five times a day despite the bombing in the distance, their culture, what they do, what they say can become a habit."
"Faith, it's the greatest weapon mankind has ever invented."
"You talked like an old man."
"Say that again and I be sure you regret it."
"What you're going to do about it?"
A while later, Makoto can be seen vomitting.
Behind him, Karen pulled his shirt down, hiding the scar that can be seen going through his entire torso.
"Why would you do that?! Its the second time this night?!"
"The injuries had made harder for me to split my stomach with my Aspect. A few of broken ribs had pierced through my organs, what are you expecting me to do? Go to the hospital?"
"That is the normal thing to do!"
"Do we even have a hospital in Undercity!"
"Of course!"
"Is it even desensitised?"
"Is the streets of Samara even clean?!"
"Those people literally cleaned their hands five times a day." Karen rolled his eyes.
Makoto didn't bother to continue arguing with him. He leaned against the railing, feeling like he wants to vomit.
Karen is also no different. Too tired to stand up, he slumped against a broken chimney.
"God, you're a psychopath." Makoto suddenly said.
"I prefer being practical but considering the things I've went through I suppose being called insane would be an understatement.
After all no one who repeated the same process over and over again and still clinging to the hope of a different result is ever sane.
"Samara, what kind of place was it?"
Karen takes a deep breath.
Images from the past starts playing inside his mind.
"It was a beautiful land."
Children running, laughing as they all chased one another.
In the distant, the sound of the elders talking can be heard while the woman can be seen chatting while preparing a meal. A feast.
It was a warm scene. The feeling of belonging.
"And also a hell that even demons doesn't dares to thread."
In the next second, it was hell. Bodies littered the ground, blood dyeing the earth and smoke rising to the air.
"In Samara, people can be laughing and smiling only for the next morning you'll be seeing their corpses being buried."
"One day you are having fun with your friends and family and the next day you'll be the only kf your family members who survived."
"People are gunned down on the streets and there is nothing that you can do about it."
"To the Samarans, their belief is their greatest weapon."
The scene of a group of Samarans entering a masque played inside Karen's mind.
"Even with bombs resounding in the distance, they never skipped their prayers."
"The knowledge that you may lose your head is enough to scare most people "
The image of Samarans running away with bombs resounding in the distance.
"And yet with faith, they fears nothing."
The scene after the destruction. An old man giving his speech on top of rubbles.
"To some them, death by fighting for their religion is the greatest blessing."
Now the same group of Samarans can be seen running towards their enemies with their Aspects on full strength.
"Funny really, their faith granted them the love towards the man who lived thousands of years ago. A man who they never even once laid their eyes on."
"However this faith also granted them the greatest weapon mankind had ever invented. Love and hope."