In a crummy lane, far in the dilapidated slums, filled with a putrid air; his prestigious nose cringed against the cold asphalt, riddled with scanty pot-holes.
His dead hand, of black and blue; throbbed to life.
Crowded; the slum-kids groped his body and ransacking the supposed-to be dead man of his belongings. In a hushed voice, they divided it among themselves. One of the older kids,
"Rrrgh, it’s not coming off!"
"Just cut it off!"
"Why didn't I think about it?" the laser knife buzzed, as he cut the shiny accessory off and fled, accompted by their departing cheers.
Like finding a treasure trove, a little girl squealed and quickly pocketed a pair of shiny sunglasses into her tattered sling bag. Few more joined them, "Hey, those are my shoe!!!"
"No, they are mine!"
"Leave them. I touched them first" while two boys tugged his left shoe, the others carefully unrobed the corpse of his jacket. Gravitated by their movem
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In the art room, Draven whistled, while leisurely painting on his canvas. Relishing on Osborne's beating, he chuckled. Abby strolled inside the classroom and shot a brief glance at his work; she froze in her steps. Turning around, she said "Draven, what are you painting?" He nonchalantly replied "An antique watch" dipping his brush into his wet palette. "Eh? A watch? Which era?" Abby said, trying to make sense of his painting. Draven nibbed his brush "The 20th century or is it the 21st one!" "Sorry to burst you bubble, honey. But it doesn't even come remotely close to a real watch" she sombrely said, after all his painting was too abstract to even be called abstract. As his canvas was a mess of delicate and broad strokes with mismatched colours. Stupefied, Draven exclaimed "What?" turning to face her. Abby gasped in horror. "Oh my gosh! Honey, what happened to your beautiful face?" she gently traced her hand across his
Staring at his fake wounds, she calmly said "Draven, what is that?" striking shivers down his spine, he gulped. Draven had seen her anger once and he was a bit glad that he couldn't see her crossed expression. "Uhh... I ... I" he stuttered under the bombardment of his guilt and her fierce aura. Abby said "Draven! Explain" Within his mind, Vernon took pleasure in his host predicament. "Busted!!! Haha" Draven cursed him under his breath. 'I will get you for this you old frog!' Draven sheepishly grinned. "Ahh... Can we talk about this later? I mean over lunch!" Abby's interrogative eyebrows lifted up, she pensively said "Okay... but you are still not off the hook!" and started driving the car. Draven sighed. 'Phew... at least I still have some time to prepare my excuse!' Vernon sarcastically said 'Excuse? Hah Good luck!' 'Why you?' a nerve popped on Draven's forehead. He looked outside, the ca
The last bell finally rang, Draven exited the classroom with the others, mixing with the swarm of students rushing home. Draven avoided the bumping or hitting against someone. It wasn't easy for a blind man to walk within a crowd intersecting from both sides, but somehow, he managed. Suddenly something soft pressed against his chest, he froze, detecting a feminine aura in front of him. "Sor... sorry!" "It's okay... Draven" she croaked, separated herself from him. Recognizing her voice, he blurted "Dominique" She giggled, finding his reaction cute. "Ugh... I am really sorry!" Draven said, looking around to check whether her brother was nearby, he didn't want his friend to think that he had some perverted designs on his sister. Misunderstanding his intentions, she gently cupped his hand, said "It's okay, he isn't here..." Calming himself, Draven said "Where is he?" trying to placate the awkwardness between them. Dominique
Standing in a stalemate, Abby bit her tongue, as her creation struggled to absorb the surge of darkness flowing from his hand. Petrified by his aura, she thought ‘I know he is at least a level or two higher but…’ and took a glimpse of Draven’s pathetic state; hardening her quaking brush. Before the situation could become worse, Arkon said "Dad, please stop! We haven't come here to fight!" gently nudging the Grand Patriarch. "Humph... you are no fun! I just wanted to scare the kitten!" Grand Patriarch puffed his chest. Suppressing his domineering aura, the atmosphere became placate again, or somewhat manageable for Draven’s weaker spirit. Vernon commented "Hmm... your grandpa is somewhat weak for a warmonger. He is just a bloody 7.7 darkness and emotion devourer... Back in my prime, I could squash them like bugs" In compassed by shock, Draven blurted "What did you say?" Vernon yawned "I meant; I can kill him easily"
Draven pressed a button, shifting the car to manual mode, he gripped the steering wheel and turned to park his new car at the side of the road. He walked out of the purple door with a duffle bag around his arm. Seeing him before her, her eyes lit up, she shouted "Hey, Kid!" Resting a hand on the rail, he stood still; seeing a familiar beauty emanate from his apartment. His forehead creased in offense, in a flat tone “Oh. Hi!" Noticing his mood, she persisted and sweetly said "Sorry hunk, I am a bit forgetful. What's your name again? I hope it wasn’t hunk?" bending her back, intentionally letting him see her cleavage. His expression lightened, he replied "Draven. And you?” With a dazzling smile, she exclaimed “You forgot… me? Moi?” “Yeah” She sighed “Whatever, It’s me, Becky” He said “Oh” not surprised, for her name never slipped off his mind. "So, Draven why didn't you answer my calls? I have been
Deep in the forest, Focusing the rife, the bush crinkled. Crouching on the forest floor, she locking her lens on her prey. She smirked 'Too easy' and pulled the trigger, a beam of light shot through the obstacles easily and before the bear could even growl, his head exploded; splattering a tree trunk crimson. *Thud* "Hehe... Did you see that?" She spoke over her walkie-talkie. Impressed, Draven soon replied "Yes, I did! A perfect head-shot! Now it's my turn!" "Yeah, this totally deserves a hundred points" "Good luck" she said before signing off. "Hehe" Draven grinned, adjusting himself on the branch, using his aura vision. He detected a bird flying nearby, extending his rife, he flicked it and said through his walkie-talkie "Watch the sky!" "Okay" she replied. With great patience, he then held himself still, releasing a breath, he fired. A second later, the aura faded, a dead bird fell from the sky.
Hot steam rise from the flask, traveling through the tubes and ended to the leather sac above, it puffed into a balloon. Once full, Becky replaced it with another one, sealing them tightly into ten gas bombs and twenty bombs. She stood, arching her back into a long stretch. "Dravenn~ sweetie! I am done!" He returned to her side with quick strides. "Sorry for keeping you waiting... we will soon have our fun" she grinned, pressing something into his hands. Taking a peek, he said "What are these?" She replied "Smoke bombs, smell concealer and grenades, specially created by yours truly! Hehe" unconsciously, her ears stretched for his praise. "Wow, did you make these yourself? This is amazing!" Draven said, truly impressed by her ingenuity. "Yup, made from my original recipe!" Becky tilted her head slightly higher, waiting for his rain of praise. Draven gave her his most brilliant smile, said "Baby, you are a genius!" <
Draven jumped on it back, wrapping the beast around his legs, he wrings its neck. "Damn it!" Draven tightly clutched its neck, riding it like a rodeo machine. The ant screeched; calling for help. The other ants rushed to deal the insect on their brother's back. Draven heated his body, it turned red like magma… the ant wailed across the floor died with a severed neck. Enraged, the others nearby, blocked his exit and spit molten gold. Draven teleported; pulling out his plasma gun and accurately fired five shots, hitting straight to their hearts and tossed a grenade behind the fire wall; dealing minor damage to the rest. As his fire overreacted with the explosion; Draven absorbed it back into his palms and quickly extracted the beast cores with a stab of his sword and stored them in his spatial pouch while waiting for the next wave. Becky creeped behind him and embraced his back "Wow baby, that was some hot stuff! I almost thought you were a goner…
"Those bastards" swiftly he paced himself forward, fluttering his lab coat with a fierce air. The operators paused their work and made way for him while the supervisor and the captain argued. Luis stood before them with a stern face. "Ahem" He turned to Luis with a wry smile, said. "Ah, Professor" "What are you two doing? Get back to your duties. I will handle this," Luis said, and stepped in front of the controls. "Yes." The supervisor pecked his head like a hen as he retreated. "Capt. Davis, activate the defence mechanism, A-103 and code P456" "Yes, Sir" Capt. Davis said. He pulled a slide from control panel and twisted it before he punched it in. A teal light beamed around the borders. "Defence activated" While on the outside, a transparent membrane shot from thefrontof ship and converged to the end, pushing the nearby rocks away. Luis hands typed codes on screen and slammed
On a funnel of space and light creates a wondrous image, as millions and millions of extra-terrestrial bodies compete, pushing themselves past the obscurity of the distance and the darkness of the space. In a void, a silver blimp flashed through the cluster of rocks. Cannons on the sides rotated and fired. Thousands of rays converged and struck the ginormous space rock. It exploded into thousands of fragments.The ship heaved itself through the cloud of dust, particles ticketed against the surface, drumming on the screen of glass. He tilted his head back, dishevelling his golden hair against the glass as his body spasmed into a chuckle. "Hehe, that was a good one. " A finger flicked the photo across the holographic screen to the next one. Pride refracted in his jay-blues while he appraised the moment. He hummed in remembrance. A crystal cup lifted above his head, sparking brilliance between him and his team, while a girl kissed his cheek under the rain of confetti.A p
Draven honestly said. “I do want to enter one of the Big Five but I am not sure on which one”“Then I can help you” Luis cleared his throat and tossed a cube in Draven’s direction. The cube rolled and morphed into a comfy couch. He signalled for him to take a seat. Draven silently settled himself on the couch and listened.“Each of the Big five have their own speciality, like Luturian Alchemy Academy, which focuses on Alchemy. Sure, there are many alchemy-based universities, but what they lack is the quality of professors, lectures, or the ability to gain resources. Which will be used to nurture their seedlings and naturally bring them fame and reputation across the universe”“Entrium University is known as the number one on white paper because they normally recruit the children of the elite and have the backing of many high-net-worth individuals and families”“So, it is a playground of snotty br
Reading the announcement, the viewers blinked and suddenly bursted into cheers, holographic fireworks exploded in the air.Alight appearedinthe dugout, Osbornestood before them with a weak smile. "I did it!"His teammatesturned aroundand pounced,hisheadwent ditsyand Osborne fell on the bench. Dowsing their mood with a bucket of cold water. Coach said. "Guys, give him some space, he is just beat""But sir??"Coach assured them with a smile. "Don't worry, he is okay. He just needs time to recover by the time we have to go and claim the cup!""YAAYY!"Chad tugged his jacket, said "Sir, aren't you forgetting the group picture?""Oh, yeah..." Coach said, stumped by his situation, he pondered and said. "Maybe, Draven will be fine!""Yes, come one let go see Draven!!" Chad shouted, and like a mob the students pushed Coach along with them.
Draven asked."Anyway, do you guys know who won the match?""Nope, we rushed here as soon you got teleported out! I was worried something happened to you again!" Becky said."What do you mean again?" Amelia asked, clueless about the previous events since Abby didn't inform them of his situation."Its nothing" Becky shook her head."So, the match is going on?"Amelia said. "I think, before I left, Osborne was fighting that McFerreen guy."Rushed footsteps echoed within the halls. Draven shifted his gaze to the door. Arkon entered with a howl. "Hello, son!" while his family followed behind with big smiles. "Oh, my baby," a woman in an elaborate dress exclaimed and moved past her children all the way to his bed."Hi, Dad. Mom?
Next second later,light flashed,couple of bodies fell onto the bed. Emergency lights flicked around the room. Draven blinked, staring at the ceiling with one thought. "Did I win? Or did I lose?" He shifted his head to the side, the door swung open, as a team of nurses and doctors approached the beds. Draven was about to speak, a nurse said. "Doctor, this patient is in a critical condition." "Hmm" the doctor turned from Draven's bed and headed to the bed in the corner. They huddled around, examining the patient. "Doctor, a weird infection seems to be spreading over from his external wounds. I think he is poisoned." Grim expression, the doctor ran a hand scanner down his body."Bythe metrics
"Just do it," Draven shouted. They hesitated before they clicked forfeit. A light befell and teleported them out."Now let's fight!" Pablo flexed his gamma muscles and his feet launched himself forward with a powerful shock wave, adding cracks to the ice.In a blink of an eyes, he shot from one point with an outstretched fist. Draven dropped to a roll. A leg flew to Draven's face. Fire rocketed his soles to the sky. He swayed his sword and shot beams of energy.Pablo sprung into the air, the rays deflected off his chest and from his eyes; he shot gamma rays.Draven tilted his body away and countered with a freeze ray. Draven thought. 'I need to figure out a way to defeat him without contaminating myself.'Draven asked. "Vernon. Does life force absorption work on radio
Fire swirled around his legs, Draven stepped forward, leavingtrailsof puddles in his path. Pablo slowly picked himself. Draven stood over him, said."Pablo, face it you are finished!""I am finished?"Pablo snickeredwhilehe bendedto pick his axe and said. "How can you say I am finished when I haven't even played my next card?"Draven's eyebrows lifted in alertness, "What?" and stepped back.Poison radiated from his pores, his armour melted down to his legs, glowing a radioactive light.A sudden dread hit his core. Draven stepped back and lifted a hand to his face. Pablo radiated a blinding light. He laughed with head back, "Time for you see my full strength!"Draven ran away and shouted, "Osborne, retreat! Retreat!"&
Reaching the end of the berg, the horses neighed and jumped across the large stretch of water and continued galloping. Their bands beeped as they got closer to the Hellhound's location.Seeing figures far in the distance, Pablo grinned and drew out his axe. The others followed and drew out their weapons."Let's rush to victory!"The horses jumped across and their hooves sank in the snow. Controlling their powers, the horses galloped above the snowy water. Suddenly, ice beams sprung from the ground and struck few of them, triggering the safety system and teleported them out, leaving the rest out of formation.A beam sprung before him, Pablo reined it back, the horse lifted itself to a stop; fluttering his fur cape. Pablo signalled them to spread out, a freezing ray shot straight to him. Pablo jumped off