Star Ocean: Till the End of Time
Cyrus' Side
Da Remake
Author's Note 1: Hey, everyone! Long time no read, huh? It is I, the master of story writing. The gangsta of the keyboard. The writer that the ladies call Killer Kazamaki: The Perfect Murder and Winged-death himself: Panzerraptor. Give some love to your boy! Okay enough of that. Anyway, for those who knew me (or still do), you would also know that this story is the very first I have ever written over two years ago. Seeing that my writing style has changed since then, I decided to come back to my roots. Just like the original SOTTEOT went through a few changes and whatever to become the Director's Cut, I decided it's time to tweek this story a little too. Expect a more refined and smoother storyline, bonus content, and much more.
Author's Note 1: I do not own the Star Ocean: Till the End of Time. For the people that still don't know what happens in the game or pretty much forgot, sorry for the spoilers.
Author's Note 2: The Italics are thoughts of the character's. Of course, there will be some moments where capitalization will put some emphasis on words or sentences (i.e., shouting).
Author's Note 3: Parenthesis is for more details.
Author's Note 4: I apologize if anyone gets offended. This story is meant to be comical (Yes, I know there might not be much to get offended by right now, but I have had a review or two saying some parts were 'feeding on a stereotype or another').
Disclaimer: Star Ocean: Till the End of Time is property of Tri-Ace & Square-Enix. Some of the characters (except Cyrus and a few other OCs) are trademarks of the games and the companies that produced them.
Part 1.1: A Wild Ride
Cyrus' Wednesday started out like any other: bored, tired and groggy. Then again, the fifteen year old woke up at 6:00 in the morning. He got his clothes on (everything he wore was black. The only exception was his backpack which had red pockets), ate his cereal, said farewell to his parents and left the house. After arriving at the bus stop that was located two blocks from his home, he awaited patiently for Regional Transit 56 to pick him up.
Ten minutes passed, his ride was still a no show. "Great, Ryder's late again," he thought as he tapped the toe of his shoe on the sidewalk impatiently. "Man, this is whack. I come here every mornin' to get to school just so the driver can make me late. Whatever, it's not like I can ask my old man to give me a ride." Cyrus' father (Cyrus M. Splicer Sr.) was a world renowned paleontologist. His work had him coming and going for months at a time. Last he heard, his pops was working at some dig site in Singapore.
Suddenly, a horn blew from the left. Cyrus got up to look. It was finally the bus. He was pretty surprised. Normally, he'd have to wait nearly half an hour for the public transportation to arrive. With a casual smirk the black teen entered after the bus' door opened. "Well, this is new. Normally you'd be here later than this. What up, Ryder?" Cyrus asked.
Sitting in the drivers seat was a black man in a green vest and blue ripped jeans. He wore a short fro and had a patch of peach fuzz on his chin. "The boss was complainin' 'bout 'We have gotten too many complaints from our passengers, saying you've been passin' them by,'" he said in a rough accent. "Honestly, it ain't my fault that they're late. I'm only doin' my job. If them fools ain't gettin' to the stop on time, it ain't my problem," Ryder explained.
"Damn. Guess he's seriously hatin' on ya." Cyrus said.
"You're tellin' me. He even wants me to work the night shift. How the hell am I supposed to get wit' the ladies like this!?"
"I thought you already had a woman?"
"Yeah, about that… Me and Sashante had a little fallin' out. Found that bitch was cheatin' on a brother with some other dude."
"So what happened?"
"What you think? I beat that bitch-ass so bad, he became as pale as that robot guy on Star Trek."
"Sweet," Cyrus said. "Anyway, I'm sure you'll figure somethin' out, man."
"Damn straight! If I want to get ready for tonight, I need to hurry the hell up! So take your seat and quick!" Ryder replied. Cyrus ran to the closest empty seat as quick as he could. He felt the bus starting to lift up. "This is your bus driver Ryder speaking," he said on the speakers. "We'll be getting to the nearest destination in about a few minutes at speeds of about fifty miles per hour. If you feel some discomfort on the way, then that's too bad 'cause I'm a really busy man who don't give a shit. And don't anyone dare hurl on the seats. Just got them things dry cleaned. So hold on to the rail in front of the seats. Just consider it as a safety precaution and thank yourselves for the fact that you have health insurance."
"What!?" Cyrus thought with his face fear stricken. "He's crazy if he's gonna make a 15 foot vehicle go at so fast. Speed limit signs weren't put on the streets to make 'em look pretty. What's worse, I got no insurance! If I survive this with all four limbs attached, it would be a miracle." The bus quickly took off, going from 0-50 in a few seconds. Cyrus felt himself being crushed by the gravity. He held on to the rail with his left hand and his hat with his right. It was crazy. The vehicle was popping wheelies, and its backside fishtailing on the roads with every turn. Nearby cars honked their horns and swerved out of the way. Red lights were being passed as if they were on green. Too Cyrus, he felt like he was on a giant yellow jacket than a city bus. Finally, after a few terrifying minutes, the bus stopped at its destination. Like a thrill seeker at the amusement park who had just got off of a roller coaster, Cyrus got off his seat, staggering to the exit and falling on the cool concrete of the sidewalk as he left from the exit.
"Have a good day in school, kid!" Ryder hollered before he closed the door. As soon as the bus left, the teenager picked himself up from the ground. He looked in the direction the bus left in, still hearing the wayward screams of the passengers still on the bus ride.
"Man, thank god I had my lucky hat on!" he thought as he batted the dirt off his Rockawear Core Crown hat before putting it back on his head. After sweeping of the dirt from his clothes, he placed it back on his head and left for school.
Part 1.2: Gettin' Edumacated
Cyrus walked a block further from the bus stop to his high school. It was a large facility with the main building having a good sized clock attached to the front. Hanging around at the front of the school, Cyrus saw two of his companions talking on the front. "Hey, if it isn't the OGC!" one of them called out.
"Jack, how's it hangin', playa?" he said as he walked up to him.
Jack was Cyrus' best friend. They knew each other since the fifth grade. He was a white male, wearing a red Fubu sweater, green baggy pants, and a black Joker beanie. He wore white Adidas on his feet. For many years, Jack has always had the so-called 'gangsta disposition'. In fact, he believes he is part black instead of just saying he is like Eminem (that's what he thinks, anyway). However, it should be noted that before coming to Northgate and meeting Cyrus all those years ago, Jack did not live in Detroit, Oakland, Miami, nor any of those infamous neighborhoods. His family originally came from Burbank's rich neighborhood further north. And unlike his comrades, Jack's talks more than he thinks (Of course, looking at his test scores, you wouldn't think they came from an individual like him). "It's cool," the young white male said. "I be chillin' an' all. Still gettin' my bidness done, know what I mean?"
"I feel ya, G."
"So did you finally finish that Star Ocean game?" another of his friends asked. He was a smaller Asian wearing black eyeglasses, and a blue blazer. Adorned on his head was a yellow bandanna and baggy red jeans. His shoes were also white, but with golden lining on the sides. He was Lude Kodinjo, a friend Cyrus and Jack knew since the seventh grade who was a transfer student from Hong Kong. As time passed, he became a loyal comrade of the two and has slowly learned to embrace the rather unorthodox cultures of America. Compared to Cyrus and Jack, Lude is the more logical member of the trio (though, that doesn't mean he won't defend himself when the need arises).
"Not yet, Lude, but I'm getting there."
"You still haven't complete it?" Jack asked in a bored tone. "It's been a whole week!"
"Yeah, I know. You guys should get that game. It may take a while to complete, but it's worth it. The storyline's great and the character design is tight!"
"Sounds cool," Lude said in a simple voice.
"Yo dudes!" Jack said. As Lude and Cyrus turned their attention to Jack, the white teen began beatboxing the background theme of Dead Prez' "Hip-Hop." Cyrus bobbed his head to the beat while Lude began to shuffle from side to side.
"Now let's change the subject," Lude said after they danced a few minutes.
"Yeah, you gonna ask that chick out?" Jack asked.
"What chick?" Cyrus said.
"You know who we're talking about. The one you wanted to go out wit fo' about two months."
"Yeah," Lude added. "The girl you won't stop talking about."
"Well, now's yo' chance," Jack said as he pointed to Cyrus' left. Off in the distance, Cyrus saw a goth girl with silky white skin, shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. She had baggy army pants that matched her baggy vest. She wore black boots and on her neck was a silver bracelet.
"Is it just me, or is Chamera looking hotter each day," Jack said before purring. "I'd tap that bootay any time, know what I mean?"
Cyrus and Lude shot their friend with a death glare before simultaneously saying "Shut up, Cracker Jack."
"Yo, my bad," Jack muttered as he turned his head up, still smirking in the process.
"Well, I guess it's another day as bachelor and bachelorette for the both of you," Lude said.
"What do you mean, home boy?" Cyrus asked.
"Both you and her are still available. You're both also well known amongst this establishment. If you don't hurry Cyrus, someone else is bound to steal the young lady's heart."
"Now that you brought it up, Lude," Jack said, "why do you hang with us anyway? You'd be better with them jocks or those smart dudes."
"Them guys aren't worth my time. I'm a shizznit, remember? Besides, we're the three home G's. There's no one else around here like us. In more ways than others, we're just kick ass!"
"Got that right," Lude said.
"Damn straight, bro," Jack said.
"Yeah, or ass kicked," a voice behind him said. Lude and Jack looked in front of them while Cyrus had to turn around. They saw a tall student, maybe Junior in level. He wore a short hair style and an LA Laker's basketball jersey that had Shaquille O'neal's number and name when he was still on the team. His pants were blue shorts that went past the knees (with his underwear peaking above the waistline).
"Not you, Tom," Cyrus said. "Or should I say, Tommy Sinclair Andrews, the big jock bitch of the school."
Tom snarled at the black teen. "I told you not to say my name out loud, you punk!" the older juvenile hissed.
"What do you want anyway, jock?" Lude asked in a monotonous tone.
"Oh, nothin' much. I just overheard you talk about how you guys are da shizznit,'" he repeated in a mocking tone. "But what really brought my attention is how you say you can entice the likes of Chamera over there."
"Cyrus has more skill in his pinky than you have in your entire body," Jack said, raising his own pinky.
"You wish. If you forgot, you got nothing on me. Especially true status."
Not long after saying that, two girls walked by and coyly called out, "Hi, Cyrus."
"Ladies," Cyrus said nonchalantly as he waved his hand at the young women, flashing a smirk. Both girls giggled as they continued on their way.
"You were saying, Tom?" Cyrus said with a confident smile.
"So you're well known around here," Tom said. "So the hell what. You're still nothing. The only definition of shizznit I see in you and your friends are shit. Not 'da shit,' just shit."
"You best take that back, bitch!" Jack demanded, ready to fight him and his friends.
"Indeed! You have no right speaking to us like that!" Lude said.
Cyrus smiled smugly. "You really don't get it do you? Just because you're a stuck-up jock and have the attention of the cheerleaders and a few other girls around here doesn't mean shit. What you don't know is, when we walk by, the cheerleaders are lookin' at us."
"In fact, when you're not around, the chicks just love showin' us they pom-poms whenever we have our quality time, homes. Especially yo' girl Jenny," Jack replied. "I forgot. Was she a double B or a double C?" This got Tom upset, no doubt. Jenny was Tom's current girlfriend and one of the most popular girls in school.
"The point is it don't matter if we aren't in some category. We're in a league of our own."
"Exactly," Jack said. "We keep it real! Those fools you call your G's that you think are champs are nothin' but chumps. You guys have nothing on us."
"So why don't you keep out of our conversations, too," Lude said. "If all you want to do is come here and scrutinize, then you're the pathetic one. Not us."
Tom was yawning now, with his hand in front of his face. "You done?" Tom asked in a royal tone.
"Not yet," Cyrus said. "I have one more thing to say. You think you hard. The giant that overshadows us all. You should know you ain't. You're really just some little trick-ass scally-whop that's doin' nothin' but frontin'. A little kid that's tryin' to be da big man." Both of Cyrus friends were now laughing at what he just said.
"What did you say?" Tom asked in a pissed off tone.
"You heard," Cyrus replied flatly. "Or is it hard to hear from way up there?"
Tom was really mad now. "Look, I came to ask you to join our posse and leave these losers in their momma's attic! To make you realize your true colors."
"If joining you jokers will reveal my 'true colors,' then shit, I might as well stay in the gray. Sorry to disappoint ya."
"You know it, son!" Jack said. "Cyrus never ditches his crew."
"It's called loyalty, Tom," Lude said. "You and your fair-weather 'comrades' should look it up when you have the chance. I believe it's after loser which is decorated with your portrait as an example."
"Whoa!" Jack replied as chuckled at Lude's insult. "Score one with the diss, my man!" Lude pounded his fist to Jack's and Cyrus' (who was also amused by how he slammed Tom).
Tom gave a stint look. "Looks like I'll have to show you and everybody in the school what a mistake you made. I'm the big dog in this yard!" he yelled.
"You can keep saying that all you want!" Jack yelled. "But it still don't make it true."
"Oh it's true alright. And I'll prove exactly how true it is," Tom said in a threatening tone. He then turned to Cyrus and said, "That mouth of yours just got you into a world of hurt. Today, after school, you're goin' down."
"Oooh! I'm shakin' in my boots, Sinclair," Cyrus said with mock fear. Behind him, Jack and Lude started to chuckle.
"Go ahead and laugh it up. You'll get yours." With that said, Tom turned back and walked away.
"Wow, he really needs some priorities," Lude said.
"Oh man!" Cyrus yelped as he remembered something. "I nearly forgot that Twenty-Fiddy wants to see me at lunch!"
"Twenty-Fiddy?" Lude said. "You mean that Junior who makes a living as a hustler?"
"What are you doin' dealin' wit' him?" Jack asked.
"It's for Chamera," Cyrus said.
"Like what do you have for Twenty-Fiddy?" Lude asked. "It's hard enough trying to get in touch. It's even harder trying to make a deal with his ass."
"Just look inside." Cyrus opened his backpack and they looked inside. When they saw the contents, all three smiled.
"Alright, Cyrus," Lude said. "You got us." When Cyrus zipped his bag back up, the school bell was heard. "Well, time for more fun education," he said sarcastically.
"Tell me about it," Jack said.
"Can't they tell we don't need this crap?" Cyrus said. "Look at us. We're literally friggin' geniuses. I have a 176 IQ, you got a 154 IQ, and Lude here gots a 173 IQ."
"That's the California State Standards for you," Jack said. "It's all a rouse so that the government can keep the minorities in check. I swear this is a friggin' conspiracy. Right next to what they did to Tupac and Biggie Smalls. Hell, they could've had something for Johny Cockran if they had the chance."
"Yeah… don't we know it," Lude said as he scratched his head. It was hard to believe that stuff like this comes out of Jack's mouth at a regular basis.
Cyrus, too, gave the white teen a cock-eyed glance before returning to his senses. "Well, later," the black teen said.
"Sayonara," Lude replied.
"Hope yo' thing wit' Chamera works out, man," Jack said.
"So do I," Cyrus responded. The group parted ways and went to their separate classrooms. Cyrus took English 3, Computer Technology and Chemistry. He had a test in English, but passed it easily. After an hour of each class, it was time for lunch where he rejoined his comrades at their usual bench. "Yo guys," he called. "Are you ready to meet up wit' Twenty-Fiddy?"
"Sure," Lude said. "Better than listening to Jack talk about bean burritos and underground organizations."
"Hey!" Jack said. "They're connected in some way or another."
Cyrus shrugged. They left their bench and went inside the main building. Twenty-Fiddy was known for his dealings and abilities. His skill was what made him a suspect in a case where the computer class' camcorders were sold to some of the senior students. It was said that Twenty-Fiddy was supposed to be punished by expulsion. However, there wasn't enough evidence of such a deal ever going down. However, he was still thrown into on-sight detention for a week. After that close shave, Twenty-Fiddy became scarce and was rarely seen in public. Only a few knew where he held his operations, which was the janitor's closet (the school janitor was actually his cousin).
In the hall, the trio looked around, making sure the coast was clear (at this time, the halls were closed unless it was for office visits). There was no one in sight and the three hurried down the flight of stairs that led to the janitor closet. The room was dark and a lamp shined above a pool table. Another shined over an empty chair right in front of them.
"Ah, Cyrus Splicer," the voice said from the darkness on the other side of the room. "An honor and pleasure to do business with you."
"Yeah, okay," Cyrus said. "How about you show yourself. I like to get a good look at the people I make deals with."
"Spoken like a true merchant." With a click, a light shone on the other side of the table and revealed the individual whose hand pulled the lamp's string. Sitting in the chair was a sophomore who wore a cab driver's hat (similar to the one Dave Chappelle wore). He also wore a green t-shirt and black jeans. A long gold chain wrapped around his neck and rings decorated the fingers on his hands. This was the form that people in the school rarely seen of the deal broker known as Twenty-Fiddy.
"So you're the infamous Twenty-Fiddy," Lude said. "I'm betting that bling is the reward of your lucrative business."
"Correct on all levels, Lude."
"How do you know his name?" Jack asked suspiciously.
"Well Jack, I know everything about everyone. I may be cooped up in the janitor's closet, but that don't mean I'm oblivious to the goings on outside. Knowing this, that was how Cyrus found me."
"So do you have it, T.W.?" Cyrus asked.
"Indeed I do," Twenty-Fiddy replied. He leaned to the side of his chair and pulled out Green Day's latest album. "Here you go." Twenty-Fiddy slid the case over to Cyrus who stopped it from spinning by putting the tip of his index finger in the center. "Now for your end of the bargain." Cyrus pulled out a large bowl from his backpack. It was a bucket of KFC.
"As promised," Cyrus said as he slammed it on the pool table. "A large bowl with three breasts, four wings and two drumsticks. I also included some extra packets of BBQ sauce." Twenty-Fiddy gazed upon the bucket as it was slid over to his side of the table. His mouth gapped wide as drool dripped from his bottom jaw.
"Thank you, Mr. Splicer," Twenty-Fiddy said in a thankful voice and a tear in his right eye. "We should do more transactions in the future."
"I'll think about it," Cyrus said.
"Now go out there and make me proud!" Cyrus, Jack and Lude gave each other strange glances as walked back upstairs. The sounds of the resident dealer gorging upon the poultry echoed on their way up the stairs.
After leaving the room, the trio went to the large space outside where many of the groups hung out. In one corner, you had your preps. Then the basketball court where Tom and his crew ruled. At the moment, the group that Cyrus and his team were focused on was filled with people with punk-style clothes hanging out at the corner. One in particular who caught his attention was Chamera. The three walked to the area and it didn't take long for the young woman to notice the black teen and his entourage were coming her way. She grinned at Cyrus, who in turn grinned back. "Hey, Cyrus," she said in a soothing voice.
"Yo, Chamera. How you doin'?"
"I'm fine. How did you do on that test in Chemistry?"
"Great, of course. How about yourself?"
"Same here. Though Billy Jenkall might be absent for two days."
"Yeah. I guess now he knows Magnesium Oxide and Carbon compounds just don't mix." They chuckled at the event that transpired. Poor Billy made a mini explosion right in front of his face which burned off his eyebrows in the process. The teacher took the teen to the office and he was to stay home for two days. "Oh, and by the way, I have this for you..." Cyrus pulled out the Green Day album.
"Thank you, Cyrus!" she said. "I've been looking all over for this. How did you get it? I thought you were into that rap stuff."
"That is true. But a guy can't start his day of mayhem without a little juice from the staccatos of drums and guitars, right? And for the album, I managed to pull a few strings here and there. It's as good as yours."
"Cyrus... I-I don't know what to say..." she said, trying to hide her blushed face from the teen's view.
"Well... How 'bout we go somewhere later." Cyrus suggested. "You know, grab a bite to eat or somethin'?"
"Are you asking me out?"
"Perhaps…" Cyrus said innocently as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What do you say?"
"Of course," Chamera responded with reddened cheeks
. She then changed her expression as she changed the subject. "Cyrus, is it true you're really going up against Tom today?"
"It is. He challenged me this morning."
"You guys better be careful. He'll do anything to win. Remember what happened a couple weeks ago."
Cyrus and his friends couldn't help but remember. What happened was Tom enlisted the help of some kid to get the him an A on a test in one of his classes. But the poor guy had a job interview to get to. Of course, Tom wouldn't hear of it and threatened to beat him senseless if he didn't cooperate. So fearing a painful punishment, the kid helped Tom. After a few days, Tom's received grade for that test was a C. For many people, a C would be an acceptable grade. But Tom was not exactly thrilled. So he and his friends decided to take a little payback on his homework buddy. It doesn't take a genius (or someone with sense) to know that kid didn't have a chance against Tom, let alone an extra four hundred pounds of athletic moron.
"I feel sorry for that kid," Lude said. "It wasn't his fault that barbarian didn't obtain his desired grade."
"The only difference between Tom's last punching bag and Cyrus is that my man here can fight back!" Jack replied confidently. "Ain't that right?"
"You know it man," Cyrus said.
"Look, Cyrus," Chamera began. "Just promise me you'll be alright."
"Don't worry, Chamera," Cyrus assured. "I was taught in self-defense. I'll be cool."
"That's right," Jack said. "Even if he brings in fifty five of his cronies, they still won't catch OGC."
"We'll be watching Cyrus' back if Tom tries any underhanded tactics," Lude assured.
"That's good to hear," Chamera said. "Nonetheless, be careful." The bell rang to signal the end of lunch. "Well, Cyrus. I guess I'll see you later," Chamera said as she held her books.
"Yeah," Cyrus responded. "Peace."
The four parted to their classes. Cyrus had to take P.E., Trigonometry and Shop. In three hours, at two o'clock in the afternoon, school was over. Cyrus made his way to the front. Everyone was silent when he came forward. The black teen wondered why everyone was so quiet. At least he did before a large body, bumped into him and continued to pass. The form stopped in front of Cyrus as a mach pit was starting to form around. It was none other than Tom, and he was ready to kick ass (namely Cyrus'). "Well, well, look who it is," he said. "I would've thought you'd be running scared, seeing you have no chance!"
"Naw, that ain't my style," he said with his head bent down and hands in each pocket. "Besides, you really think I'd run from a big bitch like you? Please," he scoffed.
"You should've jet, Splicer. You could've gone without broken bones."
"Maybe, but where would the fun be in that, Sinclair? Plus if I did, I would never be able to look myself in the mirror again."
"How come you're so confident? Is it because of that training with that crackpot, Diogo?"
"What was that?" Cyrus asked with a cock-eyed stare.
"That so called 'martial arts instructor' couldn't even train a flea to jump! He might have had some skill back in the day. But face it, he's nothin' but a washed-up has-been."
"One: that analogy was as lame as you. And two: it depends what one sees. What you think is just plain jumping and running and punching, it's more than that. It takes discipline, focus and persistence. Something that a kid like you ain't got and never will."
"Yeah, okay Jackie Chan," quipped Tom. "If you think so, then come over here and show us what you got!"
"Us? Are you part of the Borg Collective or something?"
"Oh I forgot. Come on out, dudes." Suddenly, three more opponents came to the scene. Compared to Cyrus, including Tom himself, they were both twice his size. However, the black teen still wouldn't back down and went into a defensive position. "You know what they say: Ain't no fun if the homies can't get none."
"Oh, goody," Cyrus said in a sarcastic tone. "More big bustas. Who are these? Your cousins?"
"Their my brothers."
"I thought so. Heard rumors that your mom was pretty loose. Come to think of it, weren't you guys on Springer last week? Which one of you is McCain's love child?"
"You little bastard!" Tom asked. "You should've ran. Now imma punch your teeth in!"
"I never turn down a challenge. Nor do I turn keel from some self-righteous punk-ass jock."
"If that's the case, then you're full of shit," Tom said in a low voice.
"Hold the phone, guys!" a voice said.
"If this is a party, don't forget to invite us!" another said. Cyrus turned around with a smile on his face. Coming through the crowd and into the pit were his partners, Lude and Jack.
"Hey, what took you two so long?" Cyrus said in a nonchalant tone.
"Eh... We need not look no more," Jack said.
"Not the line from 'Cats' again?" Lude said.
"It was on 'Whose Line is it Anyway!' Why you gotta be all up in a brotha's grill!" Lude couldn't help but respond with a sigh and spinning eyes.
"So, you two gonna help?" Cyrus asked. "Or are you gonna bitch all day about Broadway?"
"Hey, kicking ass is what Big Jack does best!" Jack said.
"This is more invigorating," Lude said. "And you know the old saying: the bigger they are, the harder they fall."
"Quick, Jack. Get yo' speakers out! Time to pump up the hard beats!" Cyrus said to Jack. Jack pulled out small speakers while Cyrus pulled out his MP3 Player. He set his music player to "Bring the Noise" by Public Enemy. Somewhere in the crowd, Chamera watched with a concerned look on her face. In another part, Twenty-Fiddy was also part of the crowd, taking bets from the spectators.
The battle started as Tom and his cronies charged at the shizznit trio. In a few seconds, Cyrus, Jack and Lude jumped up and kicked them down to the ground. Lude high jump kicked the enemy on the far left, Jack high jump kicked the far right and Cyrus mule kicked the two in the middle, including Tom. The four were down, but not out. They got up and attacked.
Jack's opponent tried for a clothesline, but Jack ducked and tripped the enemy as he passed. The foe staggered before he turned around, only to see Jack using a few chops at him. The next attack was a quick, hard punch to the gut. Now the fighter fell hard on his behind. Everyone around the pit laughed. Jack charged at the fighter and drop kicked him straight in the face just as the foe sat up. The enemy fighter was knocked out, with shoeprints painted on his face. Jack brushed himself off.
Lude's opponent tried to kick him in the face, but Lude merely grabbed the ankle and twisted it. The foe crashed to the ground, holding his ankle while on the ground. Lude mocked him by signaling him to attack. The opponent, now enraged, ran to the Asian juvenile and threw a rally of punches and a series of kicks. Lude blocked and dodged when the need arose. Right before the flunky punched, Lude hopped on his chest and inserted his middle and index fingers between the enemy's shoulder and neck. In a few seconds, the foe fell to his knees and collapsed to the ground. Lude jumped off before his adversary fell down completely and then bowed to his unconscious enemy.
Cyrus was against Tom and his remaining brother. Tom's relative tried to punch Cyrus, but the black teen ducked and struck the foe with a punch to the chest. The enemy staggered back, holding the area of impact. From behind, Tom charged at Cyrus, hoping to grab him. However, the shizznit spun the left and pushed him forward, causing Tom to inadvertently tackle his sibling. Pushing himself off his sibling, Tom attacked once more, throwing punches at the black teen. Cyrus evaded the attacks before throwing a kick that hit Tom's side. He then wrapped his hands around the back of Tom's head and pulled down until his knee made impact with the foe's face. Tom stepped back, holding a broken nose. Not too long after Cyrus' attack, Tom's brother (the one who was tackled) attacked Cyrus again with a wayward kick. Quickly, Cyrus grabbed the leg and tossed it away and went in for a grapple. With his enemy in his clutches, Cyrus took this opportunity to use an attack taught from his master: Break Beats. He grabbed a leg and, with all of his strength, placed the brother on the top of his head. The black teen then spun him like a top before using the breakdance move called a windmill right beside him. It didn't take long before Cyrus kicked the enemy in the face, dropping him hard on his back in the process.
Cyrus stood back up and turned his attention to the only enemy remaining: Tom. The foe scanned his surrounding and saw all three of his brothers knocked out on the ground. He stared at Cyrus and charged him out of pure fury. He then pulled out a small knife from his pocket and was ready to strike. Cyrus saw the weapon and dodged the swipe. Tom turned around and struck again, but the black teen managed to catch the weapon-holding arm. Squeezing his wrist, Cyrus slammed his shoulder into Tom's gut, causing the jock to drop his weapon.
"So you wanna pull that kind of shit, bitch?" Cyrus replied sternly. Now Cyrus liked a fair fight. He was never one that tolerated unfair advantages, especially if the foe pulled out a weapon against an unarmed opponent. "Imma show you a trick of my own." Ready to teach Tom a lesson, the shizznit used his next attack: the Rocksteady. He pushed Tom back and delivered a series of punches and swift chops before finishing with a high jump kick. He then use a flare before lifting his feet and slamming it under Tom's jaw. Tom slammed to the ground before Cyrus launched himself over his enemy and landed on his chest, knocking the wind right out of him. The battle was over and the fighting trio high-fived one another. The crowd around them cheered from the achieved victory.
"Yeah, we kicked some serious ass, man!" Cyrus said.
Jack walked over to Tom's limp body and knelt beside him. He then raised his head before saying, "See Tom? You were no match for the terrible trio, son!" Tom tried to pick his head up to speak, but was too weak and dropped his head back on the ground.
"That was a fight to remember," Lude said. "We truly are the best. Though Cyrus, I have never seen such moves executed before."
"You can thank Master Diogo for those. If it weren't for him, this jock bitch might actually 've shanked my ass."
"Cyrus!" Chamera yelled as she ran to the black teen before tightly embracing him. "I'm so glad you're okay!"
Cyrus chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah, well... You know..."
"Hey, what's going on here!" an older voice yelled. "Why is there a mosh pit here?"
"Quick, it's the Prince!" Jack replied.
"Time to fade, y'all!" Cyrus said. The four hastily retreated from the scene, pushing past the wall of people.
As soon as their exit closed back up, a man in a gray suit and glasses arrived on the scene. It was none other than Principal Shmitzinger. He scanned the interior of the pit, seeing only Tom and his brothers lying beaten on the ground groaning in pain. He then turned his attention to an object that laid near Tom's hand. It was the very knife he used to try and stab Cyrus with. The principal was furious at the jock and his siblings. "Tommy Sinclair Andrews!" he shouted furiously.
At that moment, all four of the seniors stood up, ignoring their injuries from the battle. "Yes, sir!" they said in unison.
"What is this?" he said as he picked up the weapon. Tom was at loss of words. He knew there was no way to explain it. "Assault with a deadly weapon is on the grounds of an expulsion and criminal charges. You can kiss your ass and scholarship good-bye, Mr. Sinclair!"
"Wait, sir! It's not what you think!" Tommy and his kin were restrained by the campus police and dragged away from the scene.
Meanwhile, Cyrus and his gang were a block away from the school and were ready to go back to their homes. "Cyrus," Chamera said. "You wanna go to Arden?"
"Sure," Cyrus said. "When?"
"How about this Saturday, at twelve thirty?"
"Cool. I'll see you then."
"Later, Cyrus." Chamera embraced Cyrus once more. Then, catching the young shizznit off guard, she kissed him on the cheek. "Take care of your self." Chamera left the scene, leaving a rather flustered Cyrus behind.
"Man, dog," Jack replied. "I ain't seen anything that red since my baby cousin used a red crayon on a tomato."
"Good job, Cyrus," Lude congratulated with a pat on the back. "Not only did we defeat Tom and his brothers, but you just won Chamera's heart over, too."
"It's a celebration, bitches!" Jack said in a tone similar to Rick James'.
Snapping out of his daze, Cyrus cleared his throat and said, "That's true. Seems like thing's are looking up."
"See you on the flip, OGC," Jack replied. The three parted ways. Cyrus went down the same route that he used to come to the school while his two comrades turned the corner.
Part 1.3: The Start of Something New
Cyrus survived another long day of learning and other stuff that was a waste of brain cells. He contemplated on the events that happened as he walked back to his bus stop. "Well, today was just another waste of time," he thought. "But, I do admit, it wasn't all pointless. I finally won over Chamera. Damn she's hot! Then I went all napalm fu on Tom and his bros. Bet they won't mess with me anytime soon. All I care about right now is getting to the bus. I just hope it won't be Ryder drivin' again. Just thinkin' about it brings back that whiplash from this morning. And the neck's not the only place it stings."
As Cyrus traversed to his destination, he was caught surprise by an unexpected phenomenon. It was a portal which opened in front of him. Bolts of electric currents were being released as it grew wider in size. He stood in awe and terror. "Holy shizzle gizzngar! What the... What the hell is this?" Cyrus hollered as he quickly backed away. From a safe distance (like about a yard), he investigated the portal.
"Damn! It's an Inter-Dimensional Space-Time Wormhole! With a twisted sub-space included!" the shizznit quipped. "Why the hell is this thing opened. Unless something happened to the fabric or barriers, er… whatever of space, this ain't supposed to be here!" he exclaimed. "What am I gonna do?"
He walked closer to the portal, a stern look on his face. "I could go in. On one hand, there's a possibility that I might not return. On the other hand…" Cyrus smirked at the thought of what might await on the other side. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. To explore strange new worlds. To seek new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no brotha has gone before and keep it real wit' the might pimp hand!" He then returned to reality, realizing the issue at hand. "However, if this thing appeared, no doubt more'll pop up like bad YouTube videos. Hell, there's a chance that it'll suck this world up like a vacuum." After considering the options at hand, Cyrus braced himself. "I have no other choice but to dive in. I just might be able to plug this thing up and save everyone. Besides, I have my tunes here to keep me company." Cyrus pulled out his MP3 Player and checked his battery. The device still had a lot of juice in it. "Well, I have no time to loose. I'm out this bitch!"
With his black hat pointed backward and caution thrown to the wind, the young teen dove into the hole without so much as a second thought. Immediately after he entered, the wormhole closed. Cyrus flailed and yelled at the top of his lungs as he traveled through the tunnel of time and space. Little did he know what was in store for him as he was engulfed in a flash of light.