Noah didn’t recognize him until it was too late. ‘What’s wrong with this kid?’ was the gist of his thought process when he noticed what he was doing. He gave off a bad vibe that made people want to avoid him, normal citizens like himself at least. He couldn’t speak for the villainous people who kept them here.Most teenagers had rebellious streaks, and some went to the extreme lengths, wearing phosphorus tattoos on their faces, cutting their flesh, and doing suicidal stunts such as jumping off their hoverbikes without anti-gravity shoes. ‘Was he one of them?’ the question flew out of his mind as quickly as it entered, at the time.Slowly, he tried to turn on the bed as hard as the concrete floor, the pungent smell flooded into his nostrils. His ribs hurt him. A groan escaped his mouth. It must be late or even the next day; this felt like such a long time after the last meal. He tilted his head to check the bed next to his; his face also hurt. Daniel was asleep, as well as several othe
The second time walking or rather crawling on this short route was extraneously longer than the first time. Noah had become a punching bag for two extremely thuggish-looking gang members. Despite all of them being thugs, these two had more the ‘look’ than the majority.The tats glowed white on their arms and chests coated in sweat. Like bloodsuckers, their eyes tinted red, and dazed–but not so much that he could have escaped from their torment. The bulkier one was the one who tried to rouse the other gang members to kill him back in the bathroom. “What’s the point of living?” A foot landed on his already painful ribs. “Like a slave?!”“Pointless.”“Die.” He curled up in a fetal position on the floor, his face covered in snot and tears, just wishing for them to stop. He was a damn reporter; he couldn’t believe he had ended up as a victim himself.Noah could see the irony in his own surprise; still, it wasn’t helping. Many people assumed they were safe, like the world revolved aroun
“Whose clothes are they?” Blaise asked, a couple of minutes later. He sat at the edge of the bed with one hand holding the gun on his knee. “Umm… Henry’s,” Ivan answered, standing at the black slide door of the wardrobe which had emerged with a touch. Antonio stood awkwardly nearby his buddy, groaning, the knife still in his shoulder. Once in a while, both threw the defeated and yet treacherous peeks at him. “He was almost your underboss once, but dead and gone?” “Y–yeah.” Both their faces said silently why he was asking if he already knew, and under the surface was the confusion: how he knew this.“Who killed them? You?”They threw out a few names swiftly, even included a few descriptions for their appearances without him asking, such as, ‘you know that one with the birthmark on his neck?’ or ‘the two motherfuckers with the glow tats on their arms,’ and so on. For their own names, he had them introduced earlier.“Antonio, tell someone, a girl or an AI, to send the first aid kit
Four hours later, he woke up to see the glass frosted with a thick, white layer of snow. ‘The abrupt climate change within the past 24 hours.’ The text twirled above his arm before it disappeared. Pages, texts, and walking, talking figures squeezed out of his wristband, and dwelled around him as he headed to the adjoining bathroom to clean himself. Right before his eyes hovered tiny 3-D figures in a miniature room. Just out of curiosity, he muted the rest, to hear what they were talking about although he already figured out the gist.The former owner of TheGalaxyHero127 was complaining to the cops. He was almost fully recovered within a few days, sitting in an upscale living room while the two police sat opposite him. He was describing how some low-life dragged him out of his hovercar and beat him to a pulp while he was minding his own business inside. The surveillance system didn’t completely cover The Ground, which was why the police had not been able to hunt him down, one officer
He gave them a warning by looking each of them straight in the eyes. They moved their hands away.They crossed the air toward him, up, left, and right. He had experienced neither this attack nor some of what he had faced during this timeline, despite his rewinds. Regardless, he could calculate their moves.One after another, he sent them down, in under a minute. The hall was silent again, just like when he had entered.“Underboss…” someone breathed, who had been among the four kidnappers of his. Blaise let the gravity pull him down and crouched down by his side.“Wh–what do you want?” “That,” he tapped on his own wristband.“Sure thing.” Sticky long hair shaking, he nodded quickly. “And password.”The answer was immediate.“Anything else?”“That’s enough, for now.”He headed in the direction away from everyone. He passed through the dark portal shape which was blinking with static. Somebody—from the audience—had damaged pixalates near the door on his way out, after being caught in
“How long are you… I mean, are we going to stay here?”He sighed. “That’s to see, Noah.”Escaping had not been his intention. If he had to resort to that, his abduction had been more than impulsive, bordering on foolishness. Blaise didn’t say out loud that while it was possible to wipe out this entire criminal ring, Noah would probably not escape in one piece. But, to sacrifice everything for one man’s life—if there were a choice he had to make—, he had little understanding of nobility. Besides, who was ‘he’ to him? A reflection of a ghost at most. “It’s because of me? I’m a liability. I know it. I am such a loser.” The silence was broken.He slid down the bed and went to stand facing the man, who was clouded with angst and disappointment. Noah was a couple of inches taller than him. “It’s not because of you. I am not that good of a man.”“You are definitely not bad, Jayson. You are still a minor.”“I don’t consider myself a minor. Not in that sense at least.” He changed the subje
***Several hours earlier***A group of patrol hovercars was driving around the city’s air lanes, well after midnight. As they went separate ways, one departed to a northern borough. It flew round and round in a stealthy manner till it came across a green hovercar covered in holographic pictures and texts:Humans Rule671MPHCLUB 3000With the siren, the blue hovercar went after the green. The latter fled into the maze of the sky-alleys and soon the pursuer lost sight of the runner, changing its course to glide away between the buildings. However, it went to a halt before coming out to air-lanes for the legal traffic.If a vehicle could reflect the mood of the driver, this patrol vehicle certainly did; the hovercar looked lost as well as its driver Corporal Jason.“Why did the signal go out?” He sighed. “Why isn’t he answering?” In the background, a song was playing, the vocalist was quietly screaming. He touched a spot on the control panel and enunciated a sequence of numbers. “It’s
Macio stretched his hand, to grab it. “No. Transfer the half in advance.”“You don’t trust me? I have yet to see the items.”“That’s the new rule.”The boss narrowed his eyes to slit. “Fine.”After the demand was met, he opened the case which had expanded to twice its size in his hand; a delighted glint flashed in his eyes. The lid uncovered rows of intricate cavities holding crystals filled with electric currents. Wrapped by the currents were two minuscule balls. In the city filled with visual complexities, the crystals apparently held value beyond their appearance; Blaise took his eyes off them. “Another half.” The voice was monotone. “Since you have checked the products.”The command came. “Do it.” Upon him taking the first step, the exchange took an odd turn, unfolding two things. The other group disappeared, being swallowed up by the floor under their eyes. Black gas was billowing out of the hole in the absence of the cylinder. “Fuck,” Macio cursed beside him, right before h