Pushing through the sea of people and from a slit, he caught a sight of her back. He thought 'Hmm, why do I feel she looks familiar... to someone?'
The thug roughly grabbed her hips with a lecherous gaze, she slapped him. His face darkened and frisked her to the floor, she closed her eyes tight and curled her head expecting the blow. And before the man could strike her, Draven jumped over with a flying kick in the face; kicking a meter away.
*Bang*
The spectators gasped. Slowly her eyes fluttered open, bewildered by the events. As a man bleed on the ground.Her earthen eyes widened, seeing her saviour. With a light chuckle, Draven gazed into her eyes and softly mouthed 'Hi'The man rubbed his face in pain, stood on his feet and spat blood. They supported him and drew out their knives. He shouted "Yo punk! How dare you kick me? Don't you know who am I?
Draven snickered "Do I look like I care?" A ball of fire crawled around his hand.
Another guy said "If anything happens to us, we will slice everyone close to you, your mom..."
A fire ball hit his face, the speaker cried, rolling on the floor.Draven mocked "You guys are nothing but fart."
The thugs shared eye contact and made an agreement and attacked Draven together.Draven just stood still; pictures of his childhood flashed across his mind.
Ten bots charged in front of him.An elderly voice, said "To fight more than one, he must be calm in the face of the storm"
"Centre your gravity, focus your breath and your eyes on one""Strike hard and fast... every hit counts!"Following the old advice, he calmed his spirit.A man slashed his laser knife. Based on his instincts, Draven side stepped and raised his leg, to a high knee.
*Thud*One of the guys crashed into the spectators.Two came from the sides, one had a water sword on his arms and the other morphed his hand into a talon.In the face of true strength, the talon fractured under his punch. "AAAIII" he fell, clutching his hand.Draven tilted his head down and avoided the swords, and sweep kicked them and strikes the enemy’s vitals. Draven yawned and twisted his body to the right; avoided the knives. He rushed forward, wringing his throat and chopped the attacker unconscious.The last man coated his sword with his fire.
Intrigued, Draven's visage lit up 'Hmm A fire user let's see how strong you are!'He and Draven rushed forward. Like a snake the fire travelled to his dagger and clashed with the man's sword.Under the dominance of Draven's fire, the stood in shock as his fire wavered and puffed into a normal sword.Even though, Draven was recently promoted to a level 1 fire user, it shouldn't be possible for him to have a purer fire than his opponent. Thanks to the Legend's scroll fire technique, Draven was a level higher.
His opponent exclaimed "How are you so strong? Who are you?" and fell to his knees. Remembering an anime scene, Draven blurted "Just your punisher!" and executed him with the act of severing his head. The rest fled in different directions and said their last words. "I swear, in the name of the mighty hallows we will back and slaughter you!!!"
Draven shouted back "Go on and bring more. I will be waiting for more target dummies!"
Draven thought 'Looks like I won't be playing ice hockey today'. He sighed and kicked the corpse. Leaving her flyers, she grabbed his hand and ran from the scene.
Passing a few shops, they stopped at a game store. Draven bought two game passes and entered a private room.
Draven had a load of questions to ask but didn't know what to say?'What would be a nice conversation starter?' Draven thought, and said "Hey Sarah! What happened? Are you fine?"
Sarah said "I'm alright Draven thanks to you! You have grown!"
Draven like a little kid, he said "Yeah, but I'm big now! And I no longer need your protection!" She giggled.
Draven said "But, why were they harassing you?"
Sarah said "Oh, you know the drill, these gangsters always pick on the defenceless to feed their ego. They wanted me to sleep with them to pay off their protection fee. I refused and they tried to force me. And you know the rest!"
Taking a closer look, Draven asked "And where is your disguise? I remember you used to put on your ugly makeup"
Sarah said "I normally have it on. But I finally got a better job than cleaning or sweeping. I started working as a waitress in a local restaurant and did an extra job. You know, every credit counts. So, I was giving out leaflets to the shoppers and I had to look pretty if I wanted to."
Draven said "Oh that's explain things" and got off the couch to select a game to play.
Draven then asked what was bothering him. "Where you the one... that sent me a letter?"Sarah nodded.
Draven said "What happened to Sam exactly?"
Sarah tilted her head from his gaze; silently sobbed.
Her cries were muted under the cover of the flashing screen light and the cinematic sounds.Draven hugged her. Her voice croaked against his chest "There was a gang fight. And Sam was caught in a crossfire between two gangs"
Draven heart fastened, said "So, did he get hurt or is he dead?"Sarah replied "No... he was kidnapped by a guy from Black Water gang. I'm not sure where they took him But I did my investigation and found out a little about the kidnapper"
Draven nails digged into the couch. "What's his name?"
Sarah stared into my eyes, said "Jasper, a level 4 multiplier. The only reason he took Sam is because he found him pretty!"
Draven asked "Wait, he is a gay?"
Sarah nodded. Draven slapped his head, said "Now I see why? Sam was always looked feminine!"
"No worries, Sarah, I will rescue him!" Draven vowed and pulled her closer to him.
A moment later, her tears dried, he pulled out a chilled apple juice for her Anda packet of his favourite chips from his bag.
He plopped next to her, said "Come on let's put this behind us and enjoy ourselves!"
Remembering her duties, Sarah stood up "But I have to work!"
Draven pulled her down and reasoned "I don't think you can, especially with the security guards in cahoots with them. They will straight away hand you over to them once they see you!"
Sarah said "I guess you are right!"
Noticing the anxiety, he squeezed her hand, said "This is my treat, just relax!"FYI: Sarah is one of the streetkids that helped Draven adjust to his new life... And she won't play a significant role in his journey to strenght!
After gaming away their worries, they strolled around the mall.Sarah eyes sparkled, she stared at the latest winter attire behind the glass frame. Unconsciously, she wandered inside. Draven left in the background humoured and followed her.Her eyes grazed the file of clothes, searching for the particular outfit, she saw outside. She ran and felt the soft woollen fabric against her cheek. She flipped the price tag, her face shrank like a deflated balloon and with a hunch, she dragged her feet.She sighed, glancing down at her
In the deep spaces of his mind, darkness lurked. Flesh and blood aren't enough to satisfy the great demon, rather the torment of the soul. "Oh, how much I crave for a much tender and succulent soul to feast on..." Through an eerie forest, a dark shadow walked, a blood curdling scream came from below, the still lake. The hoarse wails and the clanging of chains, it was music to his ears. He strolled into the grand palace; his footsteps echoed through the halls. He pushed the giant arched doors and walked to the throne. His subjects chanted his name. 'All hail Kalaraja, Kalaraja... Karlaraja' Detached. Kalaraja passed his chained captives, kneeling on the cold floor. He lounged in his purple cushioned throne, rested a leg on the black armrest. He raised his hand, they stopped chanting. The prisoners then lifted their heads to see their tormentor. They fainted. Underneath his long, blood hair, lied a vicious grin. With hung
Draven strolled to an arena nearby, his bracelet vibrated. With a light smile, he excused himself to the washroom. Inside the cubicle, he opened the system interface. [Legend's Scroll] Host: Draven Edgor Castel Age: 17 Health bar: 100% [Host status: Peak Health] [Stats] Intelligence: 18 Strength: 27 Speed: 13 Agility: 8 Stamina: 9 Dexterity: 15 Charm: 13 Luck: 6 Spirit: 20 Overall Power level: 1.0 Power: Invisibility (lvl.1), Fire (lvl.2) Skills: Misdirection, Fire manipulation. Verdict: power of a newly awakened. Still stronger due to the host having higher stats otherwise the host is still weak. [Mission] Defeat Cecilia 450exp [Store] Exp: 950 [Storage] Mystery Map (1/9) [Lucky Draw] Vernon popped near the panel and said "What's wrong? It's just a mission"
Draventurnedinvisibleandrantohisprivateroom. Inside, Draven started exercising and lifting weights. 'Ican'tallowmyselftolose!Thattootoagirl!Rhhh,Damnit!' Afffected,withoutVernon'spermission,hedoubledtheweightsonhisbody. Afterworkingouthisbackandlegs,heskippedtheropeforthirtyminutes,withasoberexpression. Heswitchedonthebattlesimulatorandturnedthenobuphard.Hepluggedhisearsandturnedthevolumeupand poppedapill,strolledtothemiddle. Shiftedhissurrounding
Moments before, his bracelet buzzed.[Mission]Prove who is the boss!1st team win 250exp2nd team win 250exp3rd team win 300exp4th team win 400exp[Bonus period: any acts of bravery will be multiplied ×2]Failure -1000exp and punishment.His brows furrowed, said "Hey Vernon, What's this?"With the tone of salesman, Vernon replied "Don't be like that. It is a great opportunity for you!"Draven sighed "So, that means I have to show my power before the tournament. I wanted to be low key."Vernon said "Well low key is overrated, it is much more effective to act powerful and aggressive if you want to be respected"Draven said "Anyway I don't have much of a choice"Vernon said "No worries most of them are level 1 or 2, it will be easy""What is the punishment?" Draven asked, since he prefers tasting bitter before sweet.Vernon said "Already expecting a los
The whistle resounded, signalling the third match. The third match, wasn’t going to be a walk in a park. The opposing line up, had three high-end performers. Kayla, Matthew and Shawn, the Tank. Tank wasn't a nickname but a title. For the strongest, muscle headed superhuman of each year. Draven expression turned grim, the crowd in the stands changed their tunes, as their cheers rebervated the air. (loud) A lanky, nerd led his team to the other side. The whistle blew again. At first glance, Shawn may not look much. The lanky teen tossed his thick framed glasses, and his facials muscles contorted as they inflated, double the size. His height shot to ten feet, gigantic muscles sprouted, stretching his flexible clothing. He roared, drumming his rippled chest. The spectators roared along. He slammed his fists on the ground, the balls rebounded. Grabbing the balls in the air and threw them hard, rocketed through the air. In a
During the break, An enthusiastic boy said "Blake why didn't you just freeze everyone with your power!" Blake dryly replied "Dude, that will be going against the rules" and slouched back, with crossed arms. "Draven, who do you think is a better fire user?" You or Natalia?" Sharing Blake's expression, Draven said "Natalia" while stuffing his face with chocolate tarts. Surrounded by their ardent questions, some even probed about his personal life. Draven blindly nodded, as in the dept of his mind, he was having a conversation with the system. Draven said "Vernon how much of exp do I have now?" "Hold on" Vernon said and displayed his mission status. Mission status: Completed 1st team win 250exp 2nd team win 250exp 3rd team win 300exp 4th team win 400exp Total: 1000 (×2) = 2,000exp Exp harvest (x2): 3,050exp System calculating...
Painted orange, the sun shimmered in, through the gloomy windows, the curtains danced with the breeze. As the light razed though the shadows, filling it with an orange hue. In the middle, seated a plush recliner, he swirled the wine in his hand, he sighed, staring at the celling. A dreamy smile etched on his gleaming face. "Oh, my Baby… oh my, you are a feisty" His chuckle reverberated through the room. His flagrant eyes unfurled, from the light shuffle of feet. Outside the greyish room, Climbing up, her heels clicked against the wooden stairs. "Good afternoon, young lady" an elderly butler said. Stone-face, she replied "Afternoon, Wilson. Is my brother inside?" Wilson said "Yes, Young master is inside, he must be resting" "Thank you, you may leave" Wilson bowed and disappeared her sight with quick strides down. Facing his door, her beautiful face contorted into a haggard, scarecrow. <