Diner Trouble. Every classic of teen high school, right> I just had to incorporate this. Lol
“Charge!” The sound of the multiple voices rang out in the sitting room. Lekan gasped out as the various versions of Astelal charged forward. The men with the guns did not like the scenario. With ayelp, they gasped, as well, pointing their guns forward. BANG! bBANG! BOOM! Bullet casings Scattered about in the living room. Under the heat and flashing of gunfire, the man yelled out. With focused gazes,they locked eyes on everything that was a multiple of Astella. On the walls, ceiling, everywhere, relentless as they rushed towards them. . “Keep firing them. Don't let them come close.” The man with the white helmet commanded. At the mention of his words, the gun fire increased. Bloodlust soared to the roof, their teeth bared out as they focused even more. It was them or the multiples of Astellas that just would not stop. No matter how many they gunned down. . An astella rushed out to the front of the gun man with the white helmet . Instinctively, he aimed his rifle, followed b
“No!” Lekan roared out.The pain in his chest spiked through his heart. His vision blurred, the imagery of Astella bleeding out replaying in his eyes.The way her limbs fell. The neat precision they were chopped out. The spew of blood, the shower of it that drenched him as she fell down to the ground.He gasped. His heart roared out in faster beats. His muscles twitched, teeth bared out. Anger roared within his inside, his stomach twisting into a knot.This person. The brutality, the wickedness in the heart. How? How could anyone hurt Astella like this?How could anyone hurt her like this?His head spun with confusion. It did not make sense to him. His mind reeling with the desire to find answers. In Spite of the fact that he did not agree with the System Bureau, Astella was different.So far, she had been watching out for him. Instead of herding him to the. Bureau even though she was capable of it, she did not. She stayed with him, informing him and trying to get him back.He did. Or
“Who is this guy?” Frank said, fornwing as he held the back of his head. He squinted now, noting the visage of Lee, irritation fuelling his bones to the max. He gritted his teeth, fist alledup. ‘Oh, you want a piece of me? You want a piece of me?” Lee goaded him, moving forward with a sly smile on his face. His hands spread to the side. Fingers splayed out wide, as he smirked. “If you want a piece of me, then come get it.” He said to Frank. “Ah!” Frank bellowed out, rushing forward. Only to be forced back by the hand of Leslie. She had a frown on her face. One that said she did not approve of what he was doing. ‘What? He hit me!” He retorted. “That doesn't make it fine, He is only trying to goad you.” She said to him. “I don't want you to do that.” “No come on. The boy has some balls. Make him hit me.” Lee smirked out even wider. His hands folded now to his sides as he watched the two of them. “Come, don't be shy. Don't mind the people around here. They have nothing o
The Arena was different in many ways from the Tournaments. The two of them were sanctioned by the Bureau but even at that, they did not function the same way. While the Arena had spelt out the core purpose of this was to make research and create data on the evolution of the systems in the host, the Tournament was different In the Tournaments, when it came down to it; It was more about who won. Not how. Who could deliver a known out punch to the opponent or could score more points than others. It Was pretty straightforward. But when it came down to the Arena things were a bit more different. The usual method of fighting their way out to win a batt;le was ruled out. After all, it was not only battle skill that helped you out when faced with tough situations. The Arena had multiple simulations the participants could try. Each of these simulations had some experiences to garner from them. A Some of them based on what you could experience when it was about teamwork. Some of them bas
“Yes! Show time this power that you have. Show it to me!” The attacker growled out in excitement.Even in the savage state Lekan was, he stopped to view the person talking. Did this one now have a fetish for getting hit by him? Or what exactly was that all about?He observed the form of his overall coat. He looked like something out of those action movies with that irresistible bad guy. He had his chest bare out, revealing some chest that ripped with brazen confidence. The chain out there on his neck glittered with golden appeal. And the belt he had was silver, having the head of a roaring creature. He fit the description of somethon out of the movies. Except that in this case, he was out here and beating the bad guy.Looking past him, his eyes darted over to the dismembered Astella. Anger roared within him. He bared his teeth, he turned to the boy.“You did this!” He growled out.The blood cowling rushed over his body. The blood stream, now getting a higher rotation over him. He snar
The pain was insane. It felt like he had been placed in a mortar and then had to face the fury of a relentless pestle continuously. Every part of him cried foul as multiple aches resonated with his nerve points.He groaned in pain. His lips heavy, refused to pull apart, his throat parched. Lekan sniffed, he could really use a drink right now.“Ha!” He sat up, with a gasp. His sudden action pulled down the IV drip he was attached to, to the ground. Medical equipment also clattered to the ground, an indication that he was at the hospital.“B-but how?” Lekan stammered.How did he get here? The last thing he recalled was that he had a battle ongoing. In his house. Right there, against those people from New Age. That was it.So how then did he end up in the hospital? And the last thing he felt there before he blacked out was Astella.Her hands had guarded his back. Hands? He groaned confusedly. How did Astella have hands? Her limbs had been chopped clean by the Whip. He saw it happen.The
BUZZ!!The hustle started again.Blessing sighed as she joined the group of girls hurrying down the pathways. She did not know what was up now, but she did know they had to be out. They had to leave their bunkers to do what the Bureau wanted them. She felt inclined to complain about it. Her face was wrinkled with a frown. But deep down, she knew she could not do that. The Bureau had given them time to socialize and then, time to have a nap. Now, the clocks were all indicating that time had gone by.By her estimate, the time was around 7pm or so. This signified she had slept for roughly 2 hours. It was worth it. The rest. She enjoyed it.Still, the suddenness of the alarm in her room had prompted her out. Though she knew the usual drill tone of emergency from the alarm was just superficial. It was designed to jarr them up. And since she was no longer a newcomer. This time, she knew better than to get jumpy at that.At least, she knew some things around her. That meant she did not quali
Blessing was not the only one who had this thought in mind. It was the thought that reigned supreme in almost everyone there. Even as they stood, the excitement in their faces could not be concealed. They literally vibrated in the spot, watching as the white coat fellowes went about their business. It was the most awkward period of time that they waited. Tabitha hummed to herself. Her head was done, her hand holding the elbow of the left/. She felt low, within her heart. This was the lowest she had ever been. And for what? She literally kissed the ground all because of the girl named Blessing? WHo was she that Monsieur Dayo did not even take precautions to warm them? But when it came down to her, he was always eager to let her have a piece of his mind. It was not fair. And she was sick of it. But who could she complain to? Who would listen to her? Even her handler seems to think this was some attempt of providence in keeping her shut up. For her misbehaviours when it came dow