Genesis: Freed.

Chapter 4:

Classes had ended so the students planned to leave in groups before heading home, Winter opting to leave alone while it was still light of evening. The albino looked at the sidewalk with indifference, people from time to time turned to see him because they were intrigued by his mysterious aura, some even wondered what his name could be. Kacper only tensed his jaw slightly when listening to the interested questions of greedy people until he had to stop his step when he saw that there was a crowd ahead, he did not know what was happening no matter how much he investigated when he suddenly ended up hearing that the subway lines were stopped until new notice.

Annoyed by this, he decided to take another route, it was a little longer but it led to the same location. Along the way he had passed a convivial store where some students passed and bought to spend the afternoon in the place eating what they had bought, Winter in that case had bought an energy drink to drink it calmly on the way, the streets were of a two lanes for cars going to or returning from work to home or vice versa.

There were alleys with and without exit, the sidewalks were surrounded by buildings where families lived in peace. Winter realized that this place was very peaceful, what she did not count was that she would see the same boy from the day before. The boy with curly hair, porcelain skin, black eyes and a rabbit nose lay stained with blood and dirt on the floor, the first year boy would turn to see Winter frightened and he just looked at him with some weariness because he knew who he was. that he had done that to her.

"Guess a call from the director didn't work out for those guys." He said as he reached down towards the curly little boy to pick him up.

—Run….Please, Run….they are not alone. The minor warned with fear in his voice and tears in his eyes.

The albino would turn to see the boy confused so when he looked at the alley he would see some adults being accompanied by the boys that he himself had beaten him up.

—Interesting, fleeing to the wings of his parents? I expected no less from you. What cowards. — Said the albino as he picked up the minor.

"So you're the guy who beat up my guys, wow, you do have the guts to take us on." Don't you know who you messed with? - A man with a wide face, a crooked nose and a ruthless gaze that showed pleasure in intimidating answered.

"Do you think I care to know what the hell I got myself into?" I would leave instead, I have a bad mood for having deviated, for my homework and for having teachers with a shitty character. - The albino replied with a belligerent attitude when he saw the older man.

The man, seeing that the boy was not intimidated, would end up sending his men to attack him, something that was wrong because Winter warned him that he would not hold back. In the previous fight he had repressed his forces since he was at school but this time it was different, they were in an alley in a quiet area with no sign that someone could come at that time, in a bad mood and with an ignored warning the albino he would throw the first blow by dodging the attack of his first attacker, the blow had been with the flat hand directly on the nose causing it to bleed when it was hit and then he would throw a side kick to the head knocking him down.

The second aggressor would be perplexed, without thinking twice he would hold his metal bat to fan him and direct his attack hard at the boy but he would stop him with his forearm and fisted hand causing his muscles to tense to make his attack more resistant. defending.

The albino would hold the bat in his defensive hand, then grab his free hand and right hook the batter in the cheek with a force that would render him unconscious. Now the albino had a metal bat, an aura of rage and a murderous look, if that leader sent men again it was likely that the albino would send them to the hospital with several broken ribs, the hunter had become the prey. The men chose to withdraw and leave the boys alone while the albino would drop the bat and go with the minor.

—It's over, you shouldn't worry about what's to come. Winter told him with a soft tone of voice as she helped him up.

The minor had been through so much that he ended up bursting into tears, it wasn't just out of fear, he was terrified at the thought that they were going to ambush him again and attack him with more intensity. His fear was so great that his body began to tremble and then he hugged the albino with force and desperation. Winter had been surprised by his action, he had counted on several scenes except for that one, he would look down at the youngest, noticing his tremor in detail, so he would raise his hand to the height of the little one, he doubted whether to give him a light caress on his head to calm him down or just let him vent. In the end he only took the second option, lowered his hand and watched that scene.

Winter had taken the minor home after the previous event, the little wooly looked at the albino's house with impression and sadness. The house was dark, cold, lonely, it was such a nostalgic and sad atmosphere in the eyes of visitors while in Winter's perspective it was cozy and calm.

—Have a seat, I'll go get the first aid kit and the emergency backpack. — Said the albino with a tone of serenity and closeness.

The little woolly one would listen, he would take a seat while the albino went up to the second floor, the evening light entered through the enormous window that was on his left, so he would turn to see that direction, being amazed, what he saw was beautiful, the buildings being illuminated by a beautiful sunset as if it were in the clouds. A city in the sky.

Winter had found what she needed, so she decides to go down while looking at the first-aid kit and the small red backpack, raising her gaze slightly, she would see how the little woolly began to shine with harmony, her curly hair danced like the waves of the sea, the albino could observe a wonderful being in a state of ataraxia, a state where they forgot their surroundings and entered into tranquility with themselves.

The Blongers , were beings with features of sheep and rabbits, some called them woolly rabbits and others wool rats but due to the war years ago, their race decreased considerably, leaving their winter woolly counterparts. The Blongers had two divisions, the Summer Woolies and the Winter Woolies. Some fed on the cold and others on the heat, but they could not live in harmony because the existence of both in the same place would make them weaken, so it could be said that they were brothers at a distance.

“I have arrived. The albino warned as he came down the stairs.

Little Blongers had been scared because he had revealed his identity to a human but he calmed down when he saw that his savior would not ask him about what he did, Winter would turn on the light so that the Saturn ring lamp would illuminate the entire room.

"A-Aren't you afraid of having a Genisian with you?" The little boy asked shyly.

— Why would I be afraid of a peaceful being? I know that your race is not for fights, you are not violent. — The albino answered as he opened the medicine cabinet.

"But you don't know us..."

—All Genisians and Magians are peaceful by nature, what I should fear are humans, they are destructive by nature. One is peace and the other is war, they must learn to coexist in harmony but one does not accept what has power or what is unknown because they are afraid of it, that is how humans are. They distrust the new because they don't know what their intentions are. On the other hand, I know Genisians of all races, but since my books are not up to date, I don't have any new information about you, so why would I be afraid of a Blongers? that I had to save twice? —

The minor would lower his gaze sadly, he didn't know what to answer, it was the first time he had seen a human save him twice and still wanting to attend to his wounds. Winter would gently hold the child's chin after soaking the cotton in povidone-iodine.

—You shouldn't bow your head, let alone your eyes, you are a Genisian with a pure heart in a city that is adapting to a change. Come, come closer, I have to heal your wounds. — Advised the albino to the minor when he saw that he was depressed.

Winter was not one to go from one place to another, he was neutral, whoever wanted to support the albino was welcome but as long as he did not support one side, he was nothing more than a neutral being who helped only when needed.

Meanwhile, in the city of Claython the intensifying agonies could be heard, the mestizo survivors sought refuge while some helped the wounded in the midst of that massacre, the screams of horror ran through the streets and with it the sounds of the flesh being torn apart. . Wentworth had barely made it out of the rubble to return to Clemente, but in doing so he would see a gory scene from the dragon of the dead. A dragon splitting a half-breed alive, the act had caused Draven to react and use his power against his partner who was being manipulated by a dark magician. The Major's hands would begin to light up a Prussian color with a sapphire glow. The older man's eyes would change to that color due to the anger he felt, although he was not affected by the dark aura of the magical being, he would be strong enough to face his partner.

"It will hurt me more than you, Clemente Amaury." — Said the eldest as he appeared out of nowhere in front of the dragon.

His fisted hand would hit the black-haired man's face moving him seven meters away between them. Clemente would look at the elder with an aggressiveness, his mouth began to light up in a deep pink color and then open it letting out a blaze of purple fire, the elder, seeing said flame, decides to dodge it by throwing himself to the ground and then fanning his hand slightly towards it causing a concrete barrier to be created between them.

The fire would cease and the wall would be pierced by the body of the dragon who would move his left hand with an open palm to launch the same blaze of fire towards the investigator.

The eldest would create a shield for himself, protecting himself from that attack, what he did not see coming was that Clemente wanted to corner him, the dragon's right hand would go through the eldest's defense to hold him by the neck, but given the height of the tallest he could not raise him as a simple doll so it spreads large black wings to start rising into the air where the eldest couldn't even conjure the earth to get out of it, Wentworth held Clemente's hand as he looked at him with a tense jaw. Clemente's eyes showed he was determined to kill him and Wentworth 's to get him back.

—I know it's useless to convince a damn hard-headed lizard like you, but I know you, Clemente, we've lived so long that I understand your hatred, now I know you've kept so much in yourself that you haven't let me see it, but I repeat that you must react, that you is not aware of what you are doing. Draven was trying to make him understand.

The investigator tried to calm the internal hatred of the minister. At each word of the elder, the minister would change his temper in a slight way and that made Wentworth think that he had achieved it until he felt how his partner wounded him in the side with his claws, he felt how the flesh was torn, the blood began to spring from the older man's mouth as he looked down and saw the bloodied hand of his ally.

—C- Cle ….. men …. - It was the little the man said before being thrown hard to the ground.

A crater had formed in the middle of a cathedral that was a little close to the location of the dark magicians, Wenthworth was on the ground looking at the sky where his partner was looking at him from above soon his view would be covered by a light, it was The Magian who had started all this and was watching the elder.

"Guess it's not your lucky day, half-breed." — Said the dark one as he passed his hand over the older's wounded face. "Or should I say necronix magans . " —

At Winter's house, things were moving slowly. The minor was still being cared for by the eldest who was putting some gauze and bandages on his wounds while the innocent Blongers looked at the first- aid kit that was on his partner's legs.

"Thank you…" the little boy whispered.

- Because?-

“For being a kind human. —

“You shouldn't trust me freely. —

- Because? You saved me, it's the least I can do. —

—Don't forget that humans are destructive by nature, humans lie and hide their true intentions. So do not do it. —

The minor remained silent because he had recognized that humans lied to survive but something told him that he did not want to distrust the one who had saved him twice and was taking care of him without expecting something in return.

" Quill ," the younger said to break the ice.

- Sorry? - The eldest answered confused looking at him askance.

My name is Quill , Akemi . Quill . Nice to meet you. —

"It's a fitting name for someone like you." —

- Can I know your name? Well , if you don't want to, don't worry, Hehe , I feel very grateful to you. —

Winter would only remain silent upon hearing those words, she would return her hands to the medicine cabinet when she finished attending to Akemi who showed a smile brimming with joy.

—Winter…, My name is Winter kacper …. —Answered the albino while he kept the things without looking at the minor.

"It's a pleasure, Winter. —

The eldest did not know how to feel before the overflowing kindness of the minor, he did not feel worthy of such kindness.

As for the agency, Akira would find himself running to the principal's office, who was accompanied by the other teachers planning the next day's classes. The doors would be flung open and a tall, platinum-haired doctor would be flustered as he stared at the headmaster.

—We have lost contact with agents Clemente Amaury and Draven Wentworth , the medical squad reports that war between violence has broken out and there are considerable casualties of our men as well as of both races involved. —

The director like the others were absorbed by that news, Clemente and Draven were the best agents they had even though they did not participate in the real problems. How intense was the situation? How strong was the enemy? What had happened to both agents? Those were the questions everyone was asking at the time.

— Akira , mobilize the Tangers unit . I will go with you to face the enemy. This is already an insane level threat. Darrin said with a serious tone as he stood up.

The blonde's eyes showed determination and overprotectiveness towards the people who followed further ahead of the city of Claython .

—I will mobilize the Bamba group, we will evacuate the following cities. Pearson warned as he left the office.

—I will inform my rescue and defense squad, we will need medical support, guards among others. Paris commented and then went out with Akira .

The director was shocked but that concern vanished when he saw the woman with emerald green hair and brown eyes.

—Given the information received earlier, I will make a strategy that will help us defeat this enemy. Although in my point of view it is that we will be attacking blindly. —

"Thank you, Zendaya . You are of help to me while Wentworth is not found . Darrin said gratefully.

“I'm only a wild card when everything goes downhill, sir. — Zendaya answered while activating the strategy table.

The strategy or agenda table was a normal table with an integrated artificial intelligence that was activated only by the main leaders of the squads, in this case the teachers and three other agents. That table could show the complete map of the country and its main cities, any scenario could be created from anywhere in the world, the strategy could be made in real time and they even gave the probability of effectiveness of the strategies. A whole technology inside a simple conference table.

On the other hand, Wentworth was forced not to show his identity to the bright being, who by placing his hand on the taller man's face would make Draven 's human face begin to crack like a porcelain doll. .

Clemente He observed everything from the sky, his wings crossed the air and his gaze was fixed on such a scene but from one moment to another he was able to react. Apparently Wentworth always yes, he could convince the inside of his partner. Clemente had never doubted what he should do and without thinking about it, he would direct his enemy by letting himself fall into a tailspin to get him away from the older man.

The dark Magians would crash against the walls of that devastated city and plunged into chaos because the dragon did not give him a chance to free himself, Clemente held his opponent's shirt tightly while destroying the walls of the buildings that crossed his path . Wentworth could barely focus his eyes, he was determined not to fall in such a humiliating way; he cared little how injured he was until he forced himself to get up and walk out of that crater. His tread was steady, his rage unquenchable, his determination radiated in a sapphire, Prussian aura, his eyes held that anger as he clenched his blood-stained jaw.

—Where there is hatred there will always be peace…. My job is simple... My goal is simple... Draven began to murmur .

—A purpose attached to the stones in my path, I will stack them until I build a tower…. — Clemente continued as he soared through the skies with the enemy in hand.

—I will protect mine and I will show that that tower will be the guide for those who lost their way, that is me; that's Damocles. —Both men said between different locations to give themselves impetus to what they were going to do.

From Clemente's hands would come out flames full of determination, the purple flames that disintegrated everything in its path while Wentworth 's eyes and fingers dropped their blood or what would now be a thick black substance. It smelled of putrefaction, the very thing that would wake the dead surrounding their position. Both men were going to give it their all, they would let Damocles' potential show something that would make the Magians amused who was nailed to a thick wall due to the dragon's attack.

— Hehehe , hahaha , do you think that with a phrase from work you could beat me? You don't know what it means to lead the lost, you don't know what it feels like to be in despair and rejection. We Magians and Genisians do not deserve to be treated as slaves to humanity. WE DON'T NEED TO BE TREATED LIKE CRIMINALS EVERY TIME WE WALK BY THEIR SIDE. — exclaimed that man who came out of his hole. “They don't know what it feels like to be judged for being different. It doesn't happen to you because you are recognized figures but to those of us who are not, we have to suffer being crushed until we go to the depths of contempt itself. —

The Magians once out of the crater would begin to walk in the air as if he had an invisible floor under his feet, he walked in the direction of the dragon who stared at him with that coldness that characterized him, Wentworth , despite being injured, would end up reaching the black-haired and the dark being. Clemente felt the pain of the Magians because he was still in their control, he felt the hatred for humanity, he felt the need to eliminate them and little by little he began to lose himself but Draven would not allow it.

Draven 's hands began to emanate a golden colored energy that drew some symbols in the air, the older's hands would move in the direction of both men who were in the sky making the symbols in the air follow them.

—Shield _ Seal , light barrier; Level five. —

Between both men a barrier would begin to be created to start cutting the ties of hatred and contempt that united Clemente with the man.

"Why is a Necronix Magians so interested in protecting a Dragon from the dead?" Why not kill him? After all, both you and the dragon are the same Grim Reapers coming for each other. — Said the Magian with resentment.

"Someone with notable arrogance doesn't deserve to know why." Wentworth replied with repudiation.

The outraged Magian decides to drop down to face Draven who would be waiting for him with open arms.

In the next town, at the albino's house. It was clear that the conversation they had had had worn the Blongers down so he was asleep on the couch while Winter bundled him up and turned on the television. The first thing that would be seen was the news, which recorded the events of the city of Claython . Winter doesn't seem surprised so she decides to take a seat and keep paying attention.

—It is known that there is a considerable loss of Genisians as humans, the only safe zone is with the medical squad of the Damocles organization…Wait…, I have just been informed that the cities allied to Claython evacuate. The evacuation squad has spread out to follow up on procedures for a major threat. You are advised to follow directions while the investigation and diplomacy professionals resolve the matter [...] —

Winter would frown slightly as she showed curiosity and then watch the Blongers for a while. The albino seemed to be thinking about the situation and would end up getting up to walk towards his office.

"Looks like I'll have a lot of work tonight." - He said to himself as he looked ahead. —

Claython was devastated , the dying screams heard as murmurs in the distance while the professionals were with the enemy in the vicinity of one of the government buildings. Both men fought in unison and in complete silence; it was as if they spoke to each other telepathically because they knew when to defend themselves, attack and even intervene when one needed it, meanwhile the resplendent magicians attacked with all their power by passing their lighting to their hands as if they were light gloves that broke the shields of light of the highest. The dragon would create a sphere of fire when he saw that the Magian had thrown a punch with his right hand to be able to attack him right in the chest, causing his distance to increase considerably, the dark-haired man would turn to see the investigator and notice his fatigue.

The elder was sweating due to the effort, his armor was cracked and his abilities were reaching the limit, without forgetting that his wounds were getting worse with each movement he made.

"I can take care of this, you need to rest your magic, Draven . " —

“I haven't reached my limit yet, not yet. We have to figure out how to remove it with one move. —

"In that case I'll use that ace up my sleeve." —

"You're insane if you think I'm going to allow that." —

—There is no other…. —

They both looked at each other with mutual disagreement and then saw how that enemy who had been a problem for them came out of the rubble. Clemente would accumulate all of his remaining power to use his ultimate strategy, his true form.

The older man's eyes shone with such intensity that not even the dim light in the place overshadowed such brightness, the horns would become larger and darker letting out a light black smoke; his teeth began to grow more until they were pointed, his height and body increased and he grew stronger until he looked creepy with those huge dark wings. He looked imposing, terrifying and very powerful, making Draven look less dangerous and a little smaller because he reached the dragon's chest with that colossal transformation.

The Magians, seeing that phase of the dragon and seeing how cocky he looked, would start laughing out loud because he had never imagined that they would use that ability to try to defeat him. The Magian's bluish eyes were directed towards the dragon showing an extreme repudiation towards him.

"Do you think you can beat me with that?" I am a cursed Magian, a Magian who has the knowledge to kill even the Dragons of Death. —

His hands and his eyes began to shine so much that he ended up dazzling the minister and the investigator, causing them to cover their eyes with their forearms and taking advantage of the situation, that brightness would take the form of a cannon surrounded by pentagrams that pointed at both.

That light dimmed after completing the gigantic figure in the sky revealing a man prostrated on a mountain of rubble and with a powerful crimson red weapon above him. The clouds in the sky had turned gray after the start of the incident but due to the power of two beings with power just at that moment it turned that gray color into a reddish purple color.

The professionals were struck down by the similar weapon of the enemy while the opponent did not hesitate to attack letting that blast of light escape in the direction of their enemies. Clemente would counterattack with an intense fire that let escape from his dangerous jaws but not even that would help him in stopping that missile of light, Draven would create a shield of light which would be destroyed upon impact causing serious damage to both men.

Meanwhile, a masked man would arrive on the scene seeing how the two professionals were knocked down before such an attack, he watched as the Magians went after them between incessant laughter.

—I warned them… hahahaha , that they couldn't beat me. I AM THE MOST POWERFUL BEING. — Exclaimed the eldest with that laugh full of pleasure and glory.

- sure? An impostor and manly voice resounded.

-That voice…. — The Magian muttered between cold sweats.

"Are you sure you are the strongest, Eskel Rue?" Because I remember that you were and will be much lower than me…. — That fake voice resounded but this time closer to the opposite.

The eyes of that Magian no longer showed the pride that he showed to those men who lay on the ground, now he showed fear until he began to shiver. His instinct told him not to turn around but feeling him so close made him move away quickly and turn to see him. It was a male figure, tall and dressed in black, there was nothing to reveal his identity or skin color, his face was covered by a motorcycle helmet and his hands by black leather gloves.

“Y-You….you should be dead…..I looked…..I witnessed it…..you shouldn't be alive. — Claimed the frightened Eskel incredulously.

"Are you surprised that he's alive?" I should react like you because of your actions. —

—EVERY PLAN HAS A COST, THOSE LIVES WERE NECESSARY. —

—374 dead Genisians , 128 dead humans, 103 dead mestizos, that gives a total of 605 dead people, that's without counting the men of the Damocles organization that were 87 men killed and 37 wounded. That comes to 692 people killed, 37 wounded and a single 134-man medical squad. —

“A great price for not being rejected. 

—A Genisian told me that I was very good to him because I saved him twice and you come and kill 692 people for a rejection that you suffered all your life. That young Genisian I saved has more will not to fall into the void than you, Eskel, how disappointing. You disappoint me Rue. — Said that mysterious person with a surly and hoarse voice.

Eskel, annoyed by what was said, decides to attack him with the same attack as before, to which the masked man defends himself with the palm of his hand, creating a division in the middle of that burst of light.

—What a disappointment, I expected you to harm me like those men but I see that you are worse than failure itself. —

"DAMN YOU-..." Eskel yelled in desperation before being interrupted by a shot to the head.

"Don't curse me, I never offended you like that." He said with an Andean and icy voice as he lowered the gun.

The masked man observed Eskel's inert body and then saw the professionals, both were seriously injured, unlike the dragon, his wounds could heal quickly since his real form protected him while the other would take time to heal. He would continue to watch silently until he noticed how the researcher slowly opened his eyes.

—Y…You…. whose….? The investigator muttered.

"I'm just passing through... The masked man answered dryly.

Draven hearing the answer would end up becoming unconscious, the mysterious person was going to approach him because he could notice that his face was cracked but he could not do it because the Tangers squadron alarms were coming so he had to withdraw.

In the distance he could see how they began to mobilize and among them a blond man would introduce himself, the intrigue felt by that mysterious man was answered and without further ado he left.

Upon arriving at the stage, Darrin would mobilize his troops when out of nowhere he feels a heavy look on his neck, to which he decides to turn to a building to see nothing, he was intrigued and without paying attention, he would guide his gaze to his squad who had found the two professionals shot down.

—Insure them well, give them the best deal. The rest search for survivors and get them to safety. Darrin ordered with a serious tone.

'Sir, we have found the Magians responsible. A guard said as he approached.

“Put him under arrest. —

'Sir, the enemy has been neutralized by a shell to the head. —

- How is that possible? None of the previous guards had weapons nor did the investigator and the minister. —

"We'll run tests, until then proceed to deal with this problem, sir." —

“Yes, stick with the main thing, keeping the survivors safe. —

On the other hand, at Winter's house. The masked man would enter through the window of Winter's office and then take off his helmet, from which slightly curly albino hair would come out, accompanied by a look of disparate colors.

"Well, matter settled. Let's see how the school principal resolves the Claython situation . I hope I am not disappointed. Winter said as she looked at the helmet.