Hey guys! Hope everyone had fun stuffing their faces in. I may be a little fat right now but I will never be too fat to produce this sequel!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wingdom Blearts! *cough* *cough* Sorry, I'm a little sick. *ahem* I do not own Kingdom Hearts.
Warning: For those who have not read Unwanted or Unheard, I advised you to read that first. But if you want to read this instead then I guess you will continue to read this story while being angry and confused XD
Alright, just a warning here, there may be the occasional "coarse coarse" language so if you don't like the occasional F-Word or B-Word please just don't read this.
Chapter One: Gods Among Us
There was great tension in the air as researchers in white lab coats ran to and from work stations to work stations, collecting documents, formulas, and making sure that everything was filed in order.
The walls of the bustling lab were light grey along with the floor which was actually so clean that anyone could look down and see their reflection.
A scientist with thick, wavy blonde hair and green eyes that carried stacks of papers brushed past his co-workers briskly while hastily saying, "E-Excuse me! Pardon me!" He was in such a hurry that his elbow accidentally bumped against a cup full of coffee, causing it to spill onto the floor.
A female researcher with black, pony-tailed hair was following right behind her colleague when the spilled brown liquid caused her to trip and fall onto her back with a loud thud, her head hitting the cold, tile floor.
The blond researcher looked back and noticed she was sprawled out on the floor, "Penelope!" He cried while putting the stacks of paper on a nearby busy-bodied scientist's desk.
His writing was interrupted by the sudden column of papers that were stacked right on top of his paperwork; disgruntled and cranky, he looked over the stack, "What the fuck, Hawkins?!"
"Watch that for me will ya?" He requested before jogging over to assist the downed raven-haired woman.
He crouched down and held his hand out to her, "Are you okay…?"
She groaned and rubbed her head in pain, adjusting her black glasses so that they were over her cobalt blue eyes once again. She looked up at her friend and gave him a reassuring smile, "Yeah… I'm fine, Derrick-" Her bottom felt wet so she looked down and noticed that she was sitting in a puddle of coffee, "Awww, dammit! That's the second time this week!" She cursed while getting up all by her lonesome.
Underneath her lab coat she wore a blue-green shirt with a brown skirt, the back of it being soaked with coffee.
"Well look on the bright side, 'Mrs. Clumsy', your skirt is brown." Derrick noted, cackling at her.
Penelope narrowed her eyes at him but then crossed her arms and had more of a relaxed expression, "You're one to talk, 'Baron von towards Bed-wetter'." She countered.
Derrick gasped while the other scientists within earshot snickered. Taken aback by the sudden comeback, he glared at her and spoke in a hushed tone, "Hey! You said that you would never mention that again! We were in the woods and...I just... I just had a bad case of the willies okay?"
She put her finger on her chin and her eyes darted to the ceiling, making it look like she was deep in thought. Soon she stopped and looked at him, "I don't remember promising that~" She sang in an oh-so-matter-of-factly tone.
"Hawkins! Can you please get your papers off my desk? I am trying to work here!" The annoyed scientist that Derrick had left his stack of papers with asked while pointing at said stack.
Just when he was about to form another comeback against Penelope, he decided to be the mature one in their conversation and walk away, grabbing his papers and heading towards the automatic door that had three white triangles that made a bigger triangle with a circle in the center.
After Penelope finished cleaning herself up, she joined Derrick at the door and a circular mini-scanner that was suspended from the top of the large white door scanned the card with a blue beam coming out of it that traced the card before dissipating.
The two doors suddenly separated into two and slid open.
Staff confirmed, Penelope Iris Stafford and Derrick Alexander Hawkins.
Penelope gave her nose a scratch as they rushed through the opening and through the bustling hallways, "Sometimes I wonder why those things always say our full names. It sounds…weird…"
"Geez, Iris, I thought you would have gotten used to that after a month of walking through that door every single day."
"Well, excuse me for not being used to a machine saying my full name…"
"You're excused." Derrick declared as they just barely got into the elevator before it closed.
With the blond, of course, having his hands full, Penelope went over to the buttons and selected floor 25. As the elevator began its descent, the two friends casually leaned against the railing and listened to the bland elevator music as it played.
Penelope bobbed her head to the music for a few moments but then she looked at him and felt the need to spark up another conversation, curios as to why Derrick was running, "So, why the rush?"
"…You're joking right? You forgot what day it is?"
"Sloppy Joe day in the cafeteria? Ooh, with nachos?" She responded with hope gleaming in her eyes.
"No! Aaron Sharpe is visiting here today to see how our research is coming along and you and me are supposed to show him the Meta-Humans."
"Oh, that snarky owner of Galaxia Incorporated? If you ask me, that guy needs to take the stick out of his-"
Before she could finish her sentence, the elevator came to a stop and there was a 'ding' sound. The doors flew open and they bolted straight out of it, made a left, and sprinted down the long white hallway with tile floors (Derrick, of course, having to pick up some papers that fell off the stack.)
He caught up with her after fumbling around a bit, "So you know what you are doing, right?"
"Yes, Mom,I have to pwesent the wesearch to the old gowerment people." She recalled with a childish voice.
Soon they had reached their destination, conference room B-11. Penelope opened the door and flipped the switch, activating the fluorescent lights. The walls room was red and black, the ebony dominating while there were three horizontal crimson neon lines that went along the walls. In the middle the middle of the dark colored room was a brown, long, oval-shaped desk made of rich wood. Set on the table were cups filled with pens, empty clipboards, and a highly advanced black digital tablet. Gathered around the table were nice, comfy black chairs that could spin 360 degrees.
Also, on the wall opposite of the door was bulletproof glass that gave the occupants of the room a good view of Cell Block A.
Guards armed with the XM8 series of assault rifles and compact carbines patrolled the area, walking to and fro, past the cells that didn't have the traditional vertical bars but rather vertical electrical fences and a cascade of blue, horizontal laser beams.
Penelope rushed over to one of the seats and sat down, pushing herself away from the desk and doing a few 360's with her chair, finally stopping when she was facing her busy-bodied blond co-worker, who sat across from her.
"Alright, what am I going to say? Ummm...Hello, Mr. Sharpe! It's good to see you today!-No, too cheery... err... good morning, Mr. Sharpe, welcome to Project Olympus- No, he's already been here once before." Derrick babbled while putting the stack of papers on the table, clearly under a lot of unnecessary pressure.
Penelope rolled her eyes at him, leaning forward and putting her left elbow on her desk and using her hand to support her head, "Keep acting like that and you'll end up just like Death the Kid before ya know it."
He noticed one of the papers wasn't stack neatly with the others so he adjusted it a bit. Once his adjustment was to his liking, he looked at her, "...Death the Kid? What?"
She gasped and whipped back into her seat, "You don't know who Death the Kid is? Have you been paying attention to your son, 'Rick? Him and my niece mention him like, I dunno, all the freakin' time!" She pointed out, executing another 360 degree spin in her chair.
"Yeah, but I thought Soul Eater was one of those religious cults that Milo was being dragged into or- Agh!" He put his hands on his head," How did we get on this subject?! We're supposed to be talking about the presentation!" He exclaimed and huffed, crossing his arms when he saw her giggling at his tantrum.
For some reason, she always knew how to get to him. Ever since they met in college, she had often annoyed him just for the fun of it. But when they had graduated, they had went their separate ways, both their lives kept them busy so they lost contact, but ever since they were hired by the government and were brought to this research facility, the two friends were brought back together again.
"Now, what was I going to say to him and the others? Uh-"
Suddenly, the door was opened, revealing none other than Aaron Sharpe, who's sideburns and mustache had been shaved off. The millionaire's sudden entrance, along with his secretary, Jessica Hale, startled Derrick, causing the blond to rise out of his seat abruptly and reflexively blurt out, "Good morning, Mr. Sharpe! Welcome to Project Olympus!" He greeted, adding in a salute at the end.
Aaron grinned, "Relax, my boy. No need to salute to me. As a matter of fact, who we should be saluting to is our brave troops for all the sacrifices they have made." He began, sitting down in the nearest seat as four men armed with MP7A1 sub-machine-guns, clad in protective kevlar armor from head to toe entered the room, each one of them going to one of the four corners of the room and facing the table. "But today is a new day, and hopefully, with time, the DNA from these experiments will open up new possibilities and will be a great benefit to humanity." He added as top-tier government officials, most of them from the Department of Defense, and scientists entered the room and filled the remaining seats.
Penelope rolled her eyes at Sharpe's statement as a now sweaty Derrick handed her a paper that had a list of names on it; specifically the names of the people down there in the cell block.
She scanned the list that she had made a few hours ago and saw that everything was in order. "Alrighty then, let's get this show on the road." Penelope said while getting up and walking over towards the window, facing the audience.
The lights dimmed and a digital cerulean holographic screen materialized behind her. Rows upon rows of digital code darted across the screen until she tapped the tablet with her pen and the numbers disappeared, the screen now being replaced with a list of names in white and some being red.
Four names came up.
Hermes.
Zeus.
Apollo.
Hades.
There were yellow lights flashing in the cell block and all the guards exited. After they did, the floor divided in two, revealing two tracks. Room B-11 began to gradually descend until it was locked onto the tracks, then it brushed forth and the walls on all four sides divided, revealing more bullet-proof windows. As the room gradually sailed along the tracks, the first cell in the cell block came into view on the left-hand side.
A teen with short, tousled brown hair, dark brown eyes and an olive skin tone could be seen lying down on his bed clad in regular clothing: a white shirt with a blue lightning bolt on it, black jeans, and blue and white sneakers that had blue lightning bolts on the sides. On both his wrists were white wrist-bands with blue lightning bolts on them. He was currently reading a Soul Eater manga that he requested from the guards, not really focused on the people who were viewing him.
The screen showed a brain wave frequency chart, the line on the chart going up and down diagonally and rapidly. Next to it appeared a live x-ray of the boy's skeleton that showed his every movement. Above the skeletal chart was the name 'Hermes'.
Suddenly, the boy began to flip the pages rapidly and the readings on the chart sped up as well.
Eventually, his hand and the pages turned into a blur until he reached the end of the book in only a matter of mere seconds. He was reading the book so fast that the skeletal chart and the brain wave chart couldn't even keep up with him.
Everyone stared at the boy in awe of this amazing feat. Sure, anyone (well, almost anyone) on this green earth could speed-read but reading at those speeds was physically impossible.
"Now for the next one..." said Hermes while grabbing another book from the massive pile near him and once again reading through it page-by-page in only a couple of seconds.
"As you can see, his metabolism has been accelerated to an outstanding level along with his brain activity. A level so high in fact, that the scanners can't even track it. Also, he is highly resistant to weight gain. But this also means he might require large amounts of food."
The government agents nodded and spoke to each other in agreement while Aaron leaned back in his chair and rubbed his his chin in thought, smiling.
"Yo, speedy! No one is impressed by Cock Eater! Read a real book instead of reading stuff about cartoon porn!"
Hermes growled and threw his comic against wall while rising up off his bed, "For the last time, Roy... it's Soul Eater and it's not cartoon porn. It's Anime. And this, for your information," He picked up the book, "Is a manga, ass-for-brains."
The mobile room traveled onward past Hermes' cell until another one came into view, containing a teen with a lean but muscular build.
His hair was blonde and spiky and his eyes were indigo. He wore an orange sleeveless shirt (to show off his muscles), a brown belt, black jeans, and red and white shoes. Wrapped around both his forearms down to his wrists were white bandages that stopped just short of his grey finger-less gloves.
Instead of electricity, his cell was gated with concrete bars and rubber tied around it. The gate could easily be lifted at the flick of a switch but the switch was nowhere near the cell but rather in the control room.
"Manga, shmanga! It all burns the same!" He retorted then continued, "Like I said before, speed-reading isn't so great. Ooooh, big and bad Zach can speed-read us to death! I'm sooo scared!" He said in a mocking tone then looked at his audience, "Forget 'Mr. Cartoon Porn' over there, he's all talk!" Roy stated while slamming his fist into palm.
The moment he did, the light above him cracked and a wave of electricity washed down onto him, the voltage being the only thing illuminating his cell. He walked toward the wall to his right and generated an electro-magnetic aura around him, the static electricity aiding him in scaling up the wall and clinging to the ceiling. Pretty much, the metallic interior was his tiny little playground.
Once again, the government officials were flabbergasted as they saw him wave at them while upside down.
A particular female, who's mouth was hung open, meekly waved back.
"Zeus' blood cells contain ions at an unstable rate, giving him Electrolytic Blood. In theory, his blood has the potential to turn from liquid to plasma energy. He can also absorb electricity and his blood cells can act as a storage unit for the excess electric currents."
"Hey!" The electro-kinetic teen yelled, the electricity around him dissipating, leaving the living battery in the dark, "...Can you at least repair the lights?"
"We're stuck in a prison, and all you can think about is entertaining government suits?!" Zach blurted out from afar.
The intercom sounded, "Hey! Keep it quiet down there!" A guard ordered.
The tour continued onward and the next cell appeared, inside the glass cell was a 10-year-old tan-skinned boy with short, wavy, copper red hair. He sat in the corner, his head in his knees and his face obscured from view. He wore a brown hoodie with blue jeans and white shoes.
Once again, the screen flickered and it showed the cell's temperature which read -20 degrees Fahrenheit, along with the name 'Apollo.'
The scarlet-haired lad shivered and lifted his face up, exhaling a puff of fire from his mouth.
Everyone (except Aaron Sharpe and the guards plus a select few government officials) observed the boy with looks of sorrow. If only they knew the kind of suffering that came with being on that side of the glass. Sure, everyone who works at Project Olympus gets to work, then go back to their homes, to their families.
But for the humans behind those bars…
This was home now.
The improvised train had reached the end of the cell block and a coy smile formed upon Sharpe's lips, "Mr. Hawkins, now that you and Mrs. Stafford have shown us the already accustomed Metas, how about you show us the most recent catch?" Aaron suggested, tapping the table with his fingers in a rhythmic manner.
Derrick pushed a button that was cleverly hidden under the conference table.
What was thought to be a wall was actually a secret door. The government agents looked towards the front and through the window in awe as the two parts of the door divided, through the gap could be seen a large blue capsule.
From where they were sitting, they could only see a human silhouette of a teen with spiky hair.
The tracks continued onward past the door, towards the direct front of the large containment unit. The interior of the room was a boring grey. There were wires and coils spread all around, some of the wires going into the machine.
As the train got closer to the capsule, the boy came into focus. His skin was jet black along with his hair and his eyes were yellow but you couldn't see them because he was asleep in the chamber. Unlike the other meta-humans, this one seemed to retain it's normal clothing.
He sported a Mickey-Mouse style outfit which was the same color as his skin and his hair. It consisted of large shoes, an over-jacket as well as a jumpsuit that came with baggy pants. He also wore finger-less gloves and a rather interesting crown necklace.
Labeled on the capsule was the word 'Hades.'
Aaron observed Hades, rising up out of his seat and walking towards the window to get a better look at the boy. "This is excellent, just excellent. One can only imagine all the possibilities..." He thought out loud, not noticing Derrick who stood next to him.
"We haven't really found out much about Hades except that there seems to be dark particles resonating inside him. Our researchers have yet to find anything worth talking about."
The millionaire suddenly gave the chief researcher a disgruntled look, obviously not satisfied with his report, "No, that can't be it. There's more to this one than meets the eye. You may have not seen it, Mr. Hawkins, but this boy," He pointed at the subject, "Fell from outer space after that white flash. And what we know currently is that he bears a close resemblance those creatures that attacked Twilight City a month ago. "
"Okay, but-" Derrick tried to say but was interrupted by him.
"But, you're not seeing the big picture here. We have already developed proto-blades from what our scientists perceive as a 'keyblade' when Project Black-Watch was initiated. When they were deployed into the combat zone, they had proven most ineffective in battle, adding to the thousands that were slaughtered."
"..."
He sighed then turned to the government agents, "What I am trying to say is that we need a more effective way to combat threats like this should they arise again. Twilight City was left in ruins... who's to say that the same thing won't happen to Hollow Bastion? What I am suggesting is that we strengthen our Department of Defense-"
Suddenly, there was a loud slam on the conference table and all eyes were on Penelope who was standing there with her fists balled up on the table, "Are you crazy?! If we start making an army of Meta-Humans then this could start up chaos in the United Nations if this goes public. What if our allies, USA, Japan, China, Britain, and Russia will go into panic?" Penelope fumed, but quickly regained her composure.
"Your hypothesis is one to take into consideration, Mrs. Stafford, but this could be a great benefit to humanity. Not only will new medicine be developed but also martial strength. Previous...'attempts' are still being worked out..." He paused, his eyes darting to the massive black cloth on the left hand side that shrouded something mysterious underneath. On it was a red diamond with the black bold letters 'Sp' inside the diamond.
Penelope grumbled, "Yeah, but-"
Suddenly, there was a crackle of electricity and the lights went out. Inside the train there was mass confusion, Jessica let out a scream and the government officials had risen up out of their seats and looked around frantically, and wondering just what the hell was going on.
"What in the sam hell is going on here?!" One of the people from the Department of Defense said.
"Everyone just remain calm. The backup power should be on in a few minutes." Derrick explained as the guards that were in the four corners illuminated the room with the tactical flashlights mounted on the side of their MP7's.
"Yeah, everything is under con-" She jumped when she heard a breaking of glass on the left-hand side, "trol?"
An agent quickly got on his communicator while walking over to a window and shining his flashlight through it, seeing nothing but powered down machinery and wires, "High Ground this is Tarsus 3. Be advised, we might have a security breach down in Cell Block A. How copy, over?"
'Good copy, Tarsus. Security is on its way, out.'
He was so busy talking on the radio that he was caught unaware when a pair of yellow eyes swooped down right in front of the glass. A fist burst through with great force and grappled the man by his tie, pulling him right out of the train and into the darkness.
The witnesses could only cower as they heard the man's screams of agony and the cracking of his bones.
"Dammit!" One of the commandos cursed while moving over to the window with one of his teammates while the other stood back at the table to protect everyone.
They scanned the area with their flashlights, until they found their comrades body on the cold, steel floor a few feet away from the tracks.
"No sign of target-" The other operator said but corrected himself when he pointed his gun upwards, the flashlight locating Hades who was clinging to the wall, snarling and protecting his face from the sudden light.
"Target is moving above us!" He announced while firing at the dark human.
The agile boy dodged the bullets rather easily, crawling around and dodging the bullets as they embedded themselves into the wall. The muzzle flash from the MP7 lit up the room and created pulsating shadows each time it fired. He hopped down onto the mysterious brown cloth but only to leap back up onto the wall again with a forward flip, narrowly dodging a volley of projectiles.
Just when the commando was about to reload, he was knocked down by Sharpe.
"You simpleton! Are you trying to destroy Project SP?! Do you realize how much money was invested in that-" He rolled his eyes when he realized that he had knocked the wind out of the guard and picked up his weapon and took a magazine out from one of his pouches.
Aaron Sharpe, although he looked like a white-collar, was very proficient in modern-day weaponry. Back when Destiny Island was having problems with the local militia and the Twilight Army doing Joint Operations with the British Special Air Service and the Russian Spetsnaz GRU to find assassinate their leader, Dante Volkner, who was believed to be in supplying weapons to the Taliban in Afghanistan. Aaron was enlisted in the Twilight Army and made it up to the rank of sergeant, earning a silver star before accepting an honorable discharge.
Now he's 42 years old and is the head of one of the most prestigious research conglomerates with limitless resources. It's only a matter of time until he starts buying out jobs in Hallow Bastion.
"Come on out you miscreant…the sooner we get you back into your pod, the sooner we can get on with the experiments."
The 'miscreant' hopped down in front of the train and Aaron opened fire the moment he saw him. He veered left and right, hopping over the sparks created by the bullets. Some of the rounds came so close to his head that he had to use his momentum to slide forward to stop the bullets from hitting him in the head.
Aaron tried to shoot again but the magazine was empty. He looked at the gun, then at the charging Meta in panic.
"Oh poop."
Everyone inside the train was knocked down to the floor as the teen slammed right into the train and rocked the whole vehicle. There were intense screeches and red sparks that jumped off the track as he forced it back, past the secret door, and through Cell Block A.
"Alright, it's go time!" Roy said excitedly as him and Zach stepped out of their now open cells cells and onto the tiny bit of floor next to the tracks as the lights turned back on. The scarlet-haired boy pounded his palm with his fist, blue electricity still radiating off of him and his eyes glowing blue.
Zach smirked in response, not afraid of the electrolytic male, "Make a move, sparky." He replied while walking up to him, the two meeting each other face to face.
And just when they were about to cut to blows, they noticed the train about to blow past them and quickly got up against the wall.
They watched as it bumped right into the wall at the end of the cell block. The evil-looking boy leaped on it then hopped up to the opening. where the conference room once was.
"Whoa…" Zack and Roy remarked in unison, their eyes as wide and their bodies hunched over with their mouths agape. The both of them looked at each other then exchanged nods, validating their temporary truce.
"I guess capsule-boy picked a great time to stretch his legs." Roy commented.
The two super-powered humans were about to follow Hades' lead when they heard an explosion that came from the secret laboratory.
They turned around and saw a large funnel of smoke coming from the secret door. The sealing door to a capsule was suddenly hurled through the smoke, it landed on the floor and bounced a few times, flipping through the air until it came to a stop in front of the boys.
They inspected it, only to see the word 'Ares' labeled on it in red.
Out of the smoke emerged a male with a light-brown skin tone looked like he was 16-years old, standing roughly 7 feet tall. He had short, black hair that with a widow's peak, a muscular physique and blazing red eyes with no irises.
He wore a skin-tight black garment that had a diamond with the letters 'SP' printed on his chest. The leg part of the suit was tucked into dark-brown combat boots.
As they looked down his body, they noticed that his right arm wasn't actually an arm but an elongated razor-sharp, double edged blade that formed from the base of his elbow.
"Wow, I guess the surgeons here really don't know the difference between an arm and a sword. Ah, the world of medicine. What are you gonna do?" Zach commented.
Roy gave a lively grimace and enthusiastically got into a fighting stance as he unleashed the electricity that was stored inside him, galvanizing himself with the blue voltage.
Ares suddenly let out a roar of primal rage and blood-lust, dashing towards the spiky-haired blond briskly with his blade at the ready.
The electrolytic blond responded to this act of aggression by charging towards him headstrong. As he ran, he could feel the ions circulating in his bloodstream, the electric currents being directed to his nerves and stimulating them, greatly enhancing his physical abilities beyond that of a human being.
He felt an impulse in his body that was telling him to duck. He could see the blade coming towards him, ready to separate his head from his shoulders.
He managed to duck before it could even touch him and he rose up to deliver a thundering punch right to his face which knocked him down to the ground.
Roy was about to pounce on him but Ares reacted quick enough to use his feet to kick him away, sending him flying towards the train that rested against the walls.
Inside the room, everyone was recovering from the concussive force the rocked the whole train and sent everybody either down to the floor or into a wall. The seats were knocked down, scattered all over along with numerous white sheets of paper and documents.
Derrick and Jessica were sitting next to the glass window, rubbing his head when Roy came bursting through it, falling on the table with a loud thud as Derrick pounced on Jessica and shielded her from the glass.
Aaron rose up and looked through the hole in the glass and gasped, his eyes wide open at the sight of Ares, "The weapon..." He whipped around and gave a stern look at one of down and dazed special operatives.
He crouched down and grabbed the man by the straps on his body armor, bringing him close to his face, "Sergeant, why is Project Sparta out of his pod? Where is security?! Why aren't you and your team stopping him?!-" He stopped his rant when he noticed that the sergeant was already unconscious.
With a dejected look he let go of the operator, his helmeted head hitting the floor with a significant thud.
Outside the cart, Zach laughed when he looked at the downed Roy before looking back at Ares, his red glare causing his laughter to cease and turn into a cough, "Oh...uh-oh."
Suddenly, two red beams came out of his eyes and traveled straight towards the ground where the brunet stood and it caused a fiery explosion.
As the smoke cleared, he saw that Zach was no longer there. He was just about to walk forward when he saw him whimsically leaning against the wall that occupied the space in between two cells on the right.
Zach simply gave him a mock smile and a wave, "Hi there!"
Ares glared at him and used his heat vision again but the moment he did, he saw a white and blue blur move away from the blast caused by the beams and over to another spot on the tracks.
Zach stood there with one hand on his hip, giving him a disgruntled look, "What have I told you about shooting lasers out of your eyes in the house, young man? That is rude, ignorant-"
Now the burly meta-human was getting frustrated. While ignoring Zach's scolding, he growled focused again, his crimson eyes flashing-
"...Aaand, this conversation is over." Zach said hastily.
Tsew! (laser)
Zoom!
Tsew!
Tsew!
Tsew!
A series of explosions followed afterward, lagging behind the white and blue blur as he sped around the whole area until he came to a sudden stop just a few feet away from the rage-filled boy then began to sprint towards him-
Tsew!
From his perception, it looked like everything was in slow motion. He could see the mahogany beam in mid-air, traveling towards him from Ares' very eyes. He swiftly jerked to the left, narrowly avoiding the ray as it passed just inches away from his cheek.
He then ducked under it and veered off to the slightly to the right only to come to a sudden stop and slam his left fist right into Ares' gut.
Zach yelped and wagged his left hand rapidly in pain, "Ow! What the hell?"
The brown-skinned giant towered above the speedster as he watched him sprint around him, dishing out a series of punches but having no effect on him.
Finally getting annoyed by the brown-haired speedster's antics, he whipped his blade outwards to the right.
With increased perception, Zach gasped as he saw the blade coming toward him and he arched backwards, the cold organic steel passing by just inches above his nose.
Zach then made a U-turn and Ares counter-attacked with a barrage of slashes once he got in range, the speedster dodging the rapid swipes tediously.
Damn! Punching this guy is like punching a brick wall!- Zach thought as jumped over a horizontal slice that was aimed at his legs, then he sidestepped a vertical slice.
At that moment, the brunet remembered the page-turning he was doing and how the pages moved quickly when he sped up his arm, as he did this, he glared up at Ares while dodging his blows.
Force equals mass times acceleration, that means if I can accelerate my arm, I might generate enough force to hurt him! That...or I could brake my hand- okay, one more try, it might hurt like hell, but getting stabbed is a lot worse. He conjugated while stealing a quick glance at his right arm.
The quick-thinking runner ducked a high horizontal blow and leaped forward, accelerating his right arm and driving his fist straight toward Ares' face. There was a sudden electric spark, a field of kinetic energy that surrounded his fist like an aura of some sort as it impacted.
The raven-haired male grunted staggered back a bit, his hand on his face as he felt the pain from that extremely powerful punch go all the way to his skull.
Once he recovered from the blow and took his hands off his face-
Whoosh!
One second he saw a white and blue blur whirling straight at him, then next second-
Bam!
He felt an overwhelming force strike his face again, the impact so powerful that he went crashing to the ground, sliding away a few feet.
Zach streaked into the secret laboratory moreover he bolted right back out, stopping right by Ares and standing over him in both triumph and astonishment as the kinetic energy around his fist dissipated, "I-I can't believe that worked...!"He cheered, pumping his fist in celebration of his achievement-
"Freeze!" A brusque voice blurted out.
Roy, who's clothes were now tattered and had a few cuts across his face had recovered from Ares' powerful kick and leaped out of the train through the broken glass, "Huh?" He looked in the direction that the voice came from and saw heavily-armored security guards scaling down the wall from the square opening that the mobile conference room descended down from.
All of them aimed their assault rifles at the meta-humans.
"Oh! Good! Hey, guys? Can you put Chuckles here back in his cage?" Zach said while jerking a thumb at Ares who was now getting up, as angry as ever.
"Hey! We're not finished here!" Roy said, charging at Ares once again in sheer impatience. The electricity that was stimulating his nerves not only gave him enhanced strength, but a small burst of speed. (Nowhere near as fast as Zach but still speed nonetheless.)
Before Ares could even react, he sent a surge of electricity through the steel of his organic blade, acting as a conductor as it transferred to his body.
Ares roared in sheer rage walloping the speedster and the electrolytic boy aside, both of them hitting a wall.
Then he leaped up towards the guards while they shot at him, their bullets ricocheting off his chest. One of the projectiles hit him in the face and it only bopped his head back a bit.
Ignoring the sounds of gunfire that echoed from the cell block, Hades dashed down the white halls briskly, bursting right through security guards and manhandling them with relative ease.
A voice suddenly sounded in his head- 'Hey, do you even know where you're going?'
'No one likes a back-seat driver, Aros. Give Sora some slack, we all just woke up and no one wants to hear your bitchin.'- Another voice replied, being more dark than the other one.
And no one likes it when there is so much talking that they can barely even think.- Sora replied, vaulting over a guard that was about to shoot him with his XM8.
Before the armed man could turn around, Sora dropped down and executed a low sweep kick, taking the man's legs out from under him and making him fall with a loud thud.
And to make sure he didn't cause anymore trouble, Sora took his assault rifle away from him and bludgeoned his face with the butt of the assault rifle, knocking him unconscious before breaking the gun in half and throwing the pieces off to the side.
The intercom chimed in.
Power down the elevators! Don't let them escape!
A large amount of footsteps could be heard coming from the end of the hallway.
"This way! Quickly! Zeta squad needs help!"
Sora looked around frantically, his options getting thinner and thinner by the seconds as the footsteps got louder and louder.
Finally, he looked up and noticed that there was a hatch attached to the white ceiling that led to the ventilation system. Swiftly, he leaped up there, clinging to the ceiling while opening up the hatch.
A platoon of sentries quickly rounded the corner and aimed down the hallway only to see other unconscious guards scattered on the floor.
"Alright, here's what we are going to do. Sigma and Beta, move forward to Cell Block A to reinforce Zeta. Foxtrot, rally with me, we'll secure the rest of this floor and flush out the straggler." The leader of the group asserted.
"Or stragglers." Another operator inquired.
"Right, Onyx 5, move out."
Little did they know that they were being surveyed by a pair of yellow eyes that stared down at them condescendingly through the gaps of an overhead hatch. After the last guard passed by, Sora smirked triumphantly and began his journey on all fours through the vent, preferably in the opposite direction of which the guards were running.
Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound and Sora inched towards another hatch and looked through it only to see multiple guards retreating only to get knocked down abruptly by a blonde Caucasian boy who was fighting with an amber-skinned male.
Just as they where about clash again, a spiky-haired blond suddenly got in between them, separating the two before they could cause anymore damage to each other, "Alright, the both of you, chill! As much fun as it is to beat the living crap out of each other, we should really get out of here!" He exclaimed, glancing at the both of them for any signs of aggression.
They both paused and exchanged glares, Roy panting heavily as all the voltage around him was reduced to mere sparks. On the other hand, Ares was breathing normally, although there were a few wear-and-tears around the shoulder and torso areas.
Zach sighed then turned to Ares, having to look up at him just to make eye contact, "Listen, I don't know who you are but my gut feeling is tellin' me that you don't like being here either. So I propose that we all work together and once we get out of this building, then you can beat up Roy." He held out his left hand to him, "Truce?"
The black-haired boy gave him a mean look but eventually it morphed into a blank expression, the red glow in his eyes faded away, revealing pale green irises and his organic blade reverted back into a normal human hand. He then shook the brunet's hand with that very same hand.
"What's your name?" Asked Zach, who was still staring at his hand.
Ares let go of his hand and frowned, "...I don't know what my name is..."
"What?! You don't even know your own fucking name?!" Roy remarked harshly, surprised by his statement.
"All I remember is waking up and bashing my way out of that pod that I was in. There were these flashes of memories that rushed through my mind, disturbing memories of people and soldiers being killed in a flaming city... and for some reason, I was firing a gun and ordering others around until an explosion occurred."
"Okay, you were in Twilight City during the war, but there was no way you were in the military. You have to be 18 or older." Roy pointed out, "Sure, you may be as tall as crap but you don't even look 18."
"On the contrary, there are rumors of children being kidnapped by the military at a young age. Some of the operators in BlackWatch could be as young as 14." Zach commented.
"And you know that how...?" Roy asked.
"I overheard the guards talking about it."
A fire-team of soldiers that burst through a nearby door without warning, all of them having state-of-the-art armor similar to that which is worn by the operatives who were part of the now disavowed BlackWatch units, except that they were now more upgraded with a new H.U.D on their visors that is linked to whatever weapon they are carrying so that they can see how many bullets they have left in the magazine before they have to reload. Moreover, with their armor equipped, they stood 6 feet tall.
Also, they had thermal vision to pick up heat signatures and a buddy system that allows them to see where their teammates are along with their heart rate and brain waves so they will know if one of their comrades is unconscious or deceased. (Courtesy of Galaxia Incorporated)
All the teens turned to them and prepared themselves for battle yet again.
"Surrender now, please." One of soldiers said through the speakers on their helmet while aiming at them.
The soldier on his right scoffed at his politeness and looked at him, saying, "Dammit, Allen, what did I say about being kind to the prisoners? Be forceful, man!"
"What? I thought saying the magic word would be more effective! Saying 'freeze' and 'surrender' just gets kinda redundant, don't ya think?"
"What does it getting redundant have to do with anything?"
"It has to do with everything, Mike!"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, this is our job! Jesus Christ, stop trying to be so goddamned innovative all the time!"
"Alright, fine! If you want to do everything by the book then why don't you lead?!" Allen said in an angered tone, throwing his gun to the ground.
"I did want to lead but the higher-ups wouldn't let me! See, that's the thing about life, Allen! You don't always get what you want! But that is a concept that you have yet to understand!" Mike retorted, also raising his voice.
"Umm… guys?" A trooper interrupted, getting in between the two squabbling warriors.
Mike growled, "Can it, Mickey! This is between me," He threw down his gun and shoved Allen into the wall, "and Allen!"
"This is why everyone hates you, Mike! You always try to act like team leader when you're really not!" Allen replied.
"Oh, really? Well wake up and smell the fuckin' flowers, they hate you too! Hell, even Mickey talks about you behind your back!"
"Can you two please stop? Prisoners, security, jail? Does this mean anything to you two?" Mickey asked, aiming at the group of adolescents who were still standing there, watching at the argument in amusement.
"And if you had half a dick, you would have hit me by now!" Mike taunted.
Allen pushed him back and gave him a glare, "Give me a reason."
Mike reeled back his right fist-
Wham!
Allen fell right down to the ground, his helmet flying right off, revealing his face.
"How's that for a fucking reason?!" Replied Mike while cracking his knuckles.
"For fuck's sake you two! Kill each other later! Right now we have to detain the prisone-"
Suddenly, a hatch that was directly over him came flying open and Sora crashed down onto him from above. And before the other four soldiers could react, he had already blitzed them as well with devastating spinning kicks, rapid punches, and insane wall-to-wall beat-downs from a series of angles.
Finally, he stuck to the ceiling, standing on it while looking down at his fellow inmates who stood right side up.
"…Ya know, we could have handled that! We were just coming up with a plan in our heads to take those guys down until you showed up!" Roy explained, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
Sora chuckled, "I'll take that as a thank you." He chose while hopping down from the ceiling, flipping over before landing on the tile floor, "We should be getting out of here…uh…" He paused, scratching his forehead, not knowing their names.
"Roy, Roy Allan." The blonde said proudly, as the whole group continued onward, dashing down the hallways in search of an elevator.
"Zachary Morales, but most people just call me Zach-" His introduction was interrupted when he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, wait. One sec."
Suddenly, he sped off in the other direction at super-speed then came back instantly, carrying an unconscious Apollo who was slumped over his right shoulder, "We couldn't just leave the kid behind. "
Everyone gave a nod and continued onward until they came to a stop at an elevator, everyone piled in, Zach sitting Apollo up against one of the four elevator walls.
Sora pushed the button but the elevator didn't activate, "Now how are we supposed to get out of here? The elevators don't even work." Sora said while crossing his arms and glaring down at the buttons.
A hand was put on his shoulder and he was moved aside, "Out of the way, Mr. yellow eyes. Let a pro handle this." He suggested while putting his hands up to the console and channeling electricity from his fingertips onto the console to power up the elevator.
"The name's Sora, Sora Hikaru."
Zach noticed that there was a stairway directly across from the high-speed elevator they were in and he smiled, stepping out of the elevator before it's two doors could meet, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm taking the stairs, besides, it's faster than the elevator."
"Hey! Wait! We should stick together!" Sora said while motioning for him to get back into the elevator.
Zach simply waved then sped off, disappearing behind the doors as they closed. The speedster ran up the stairs at speeds beyond sound, going around and around and around, passing by a few guards and scientists as they descended the stairs.
Heck, at this speed he was going even faster than the state-of-the-art elevators.
Back down at floor 25, in Cell Block A, everyone who was in the train stepped out and looked at all the wreckage.
Aaron Sharpe balled his fists up, angered by all this damaged dealt to a million dollars worth of technology. All that research, all those results had slipped right through his fingertips.
Derrick had already gotten off of Jessica, a crimson flush spreading out on their cheeks as they willed to look at each other but strained to turn away.
Penelope took notice of this and rolled her eyes, walking over to a disgruntled Aaron Sharpe.
"No matter, Galaxia Incorporated will pay for all the damages. But those Meta-Humans must not leave this island." He noted, turning around and noticing Derrick approaching him.
"But aren't you worried that they might be killed up there?" Derrick inquired, shoving his hands into the pockets of his lab coat.
"Pfft, compared to all the guards up there, they might as well be Gods. Especially the weapon." Aaron explained, walking into the secret lab with Derrick and Penelope behind him. He knelt down and examined the cloth that once cloaked the pod that Ares was in.
"But sir, you have to take into account the possibility that even with all their powers, that even Gods must die." Derrick remarked.
Aaron gave him a stern look as he wiped some dust off his suit, "Personally, I don't believe in Gods. But what I do believe in is what man can achieve. But if those escaped teens actually live up to what is a simple code name, then all this is necessary. Necessary for humanity to surpass these so-called 'Gods.' We all saw what happened at Twilight City, Mr. Hawkins. That is why we must be ready in case it happens again."
He then walked out of the laboratory, vowing not to walk in there again until he sees the weapon and Hades back in their respective pods.
They will be back in here before they know it. Too much money was invested in them. Hell, i'll make sure they'll never even see the sunrise.
I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. In this story I hope to practice more on character development so that the personalities of the characters will stick out more. Of course, Roy (Zeus) has electric powers and Zach (Hermes) has super-speed *snore* Boring!
But, as the story continues, I will try to make their powers evolve and come up with other interesting stuff.
I already have something special planned for Zach (Hermes) that will explain the source of his powers and how he could punch Ares without breaking his hand, how he can run so damned fast, and also how he has an increased perception of time along with his amazing reflexes.
Ares has heat vision and super-strength but I will NOT make him into another Superman clone (Freeze-Breath, the ability to go faster than light, invincible to almost all physical harm.) No, I intend to make his powers unique.
Anyways, I will update soon! Chao!
And just for the record, I LOVE Soul Eater! What I wanted to portray there is the ignorance that some people seem to have at the first sight of anime.
To all those people who call it "cartoon porn" give it a chance will ya? You just might like it!
(Just in case I accidentally stirred up the hornet's nest when Roy was being ignorant).