Storm Chasers Text Key
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Prologue: Touching the Sky
It's been quite some time since the Trophaeum fell by the hands of Kogarasumaru, The little crow and the rest of his friends succeeded against Sleeping Forest and the Eight Kings. By opening their own respective roads their own paths and creating their own Regalia in the process they became Kings and brought the Trophaeum to its knees. It's been more than a while, actually more like five years, and in those five years Kogarasumaru has taken the opening of the top of the top, and the Regalia, all of them have been buried at the lowest possible level of the Trophaeum.
ATs (Air Trecks) and the Storm Riders who wear them have been heard complaining about the lack of a goal to reach for as a Storm Rider, without the Kings there is a severe lack of Riders to challenge, out of this lack there came a certain unrest among the Riders and then they formed, The Storm Chasers. They hunt down and dismantle Storm Riders; ruthlessness is their way of life. They dismantle the ATs, and the Rider. They break bones tear muscles and destroy the Riders spirit.
The on screen movie comes to an end and the backlight on the cellular phone slowly begins to diminish. With the movie now finished a dense humming sound can be heard, followed by the sounds of deep breathing. A young man blows by various people cutting a path through the pedestrians and raging down the sidewalk. What power this rampage are the very pieces of technology that was displayed on the screen of that touch screen cell, a pair of Air Trecks. His breathing is hard as if he used his own power to move him the great distance he had traveled.
"Huff, Huff, damn this is quite possibly THE MOST FUN I HAVE EVER HAD!"
He continually races down the sidewalk weaving in and out of the human traffic he steadily faces as he comes upon the end of the sidewalk to the sharp left up ahead and the threat of on coming traffic he leans forward gaining more speed and vaulting off of a trash can he soars over the busy street grasping the sky in both hands he glides over four full lanes of traffic and safely on the other side. With his wheels grinding the pavement he rips a new path down these busy streets, until an unseen obstacle blocks his newfound path. Two heavily armed police officers, wielding electric stun batons. Ducking the oncoming assault he manages to make the two officers stun themselves by continuing their momentum. Groveling on the ground the officers writhe in pain as the young delinquent tries to ease their suffering.
"Holy Crap Sirs I'm so sorry I didn't mean for this to happen."
Before he is able to offer any help, two more officers' spring from the near-by alley, trying the same tactics to subdue the young man, he narrowly dodges the batons and speeds towards the busy street some five feet away, one of the stunned officers speaks through grunts of pain.
"There ain't … no way… he can make … that… that he can make that jump!"
The young man knows that the officer is correct he hasn't the momentum for it; his momentary stop robbed him of all his speed. Out the corner of his eyes he spots hope in the form of a light pole, veering left he breaks for the light pole grinding the edges of the curb and dodging the now four man officer team in pursuit of him. He jumps and grabs onto the pole with his left hand putting his ATs on the pole and spinning the wheels he is able to climb the pole rising in a spinning a fashion up to the top and once again into the air and over the street. Curving his body he lands roughly but safely on the other side, having just perfectly done a backflip over a thirty-two yard wide street. The humming of AT wheels is heard once more however the young man isn't moving these are coming from the alley directly behind him, he turns around with just enough time to see the blur made by his attacker. With speed like a lightning strike the faceless attacker sweeps the young delinquent off of his feet and removes his Air Trecks. His head hits the pavement with a resounding thud, his eyes begin to stream and he comes back around to reality just in time to see the four police officers who chased him down make their way across the street and place him under arrest.
"You are under arrest for theft of property, and resisting…"
Before the youngest officer is able to finish Mirandizing the young assailant he is interrupted by the boy's attacker.
"Hold on there, I don't want to press any charges."
The voice that belonged to his attacker was strong yet it was low and light, but it had a certain stick-to-itiveness about it, it lingered with you. Now wiping his eyes with his restrained hands he gets a good look at the one who laid him flat on the back of his head. He was a Japanese boy like him around seventeen or eighteen, nineteen at the most, and he was a school student, he could tell not because of how he was dressed in a jeans and a T-Shirt but because of the backpack he wore. He was from the High School not to far from where he went to school, the emblem said so. His hair was a dark steely blue and his eyes where an even deeper bluish color and very sharp as if when he looks at you he sees your very soul. His nose was small and his cheekbones where high and very pronounced the fact that his cheeks were hollow made them show even more. These features fit his small face and made his face look, even when he was smiling, sharper than the fiercest of lightning bolts in the sky. He had a lean muscular build which explained his speed; he was not much taller than Rye was around five foot eleven and one half or al least five foot twelve inches tall.
His appearance was striking and his speed was amazing.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, you don't want to press any charges?"
The young man smiles and gives the young handcuffed boy a look that says I'm not through with you.
"That's correct,"
Interrupting the officer mid way into his own interruption…
"Well for one thing, if you off-duty cops hadn't been eating a few blocks away from the scene you never would have known a thing. And for two I caught him of my own accord so…"
The young officer who could not have been no more then about twenty-two looked stunned for a moment then chose to reply, as he caused an argument the other veteran cops chose to sit back and watch this unfold.
"Well if you don't want to press charges that doesn't excuse him from the resisting arrest charge that he's gonna have."
The young man calmly states his reply to this,
"Well as I have said you gentlemen are off-duty, your badges are not in plain sight and you didn't identify yourselves as police officers, as far as this young man here knew, you wished him harm."
Clearly out manned and now forced to suffer ridicule at the hands of his senior officers the young officer retreats un-cuffing the young thief, and the oldest of the four steps forward.
"You sure know a lot about procedure and law."
The young man kindly replies,
"Thank you, I hope to be a lawyer when I graduate."
"Well you shall do just fine young man."
The four officers collectively regroup and walk away the all break into laughter at the youngest one's expense; all turning the corner and disappear into the city. The two young men are left there on the sidewalk; the young thief bows deeply, and offers his apologies,
"I am so sorry I don't know what came over me, I've always wanted to try to ride ATs but I never had the courage, I saw yours and I got carried away it was my first time… I'm sorry."
The young man with blue hair eyes widen in shock apparently at the statement his thief made, the look only stays for a brief moment, and is quickly replaced by a stern fierce look.
"So it was your first time so what, you still grinded my wheels, and you stole my ATs I should demolish you, just for that simple fact, and I had to borrow one of my teammates ATs to catch you. But having caught you the fun and thrill of the chase was just enough for me to let you by."
He throws the young man his shoes at his feet, turns and begins to ride away into the setting sun. He turns around and the cold harshness in his voice is astounding it is enough to stop a charging rhino in its tracks in pure shock, and the look in his eyes is pure death. His words are spoken quietly and forcefully.
"But be warned, the next time you touch my ATs I will kill you."
Leaving his young thief frozen there he glides away on his ATs