The Brawlers return.
Chapter 1
"Over here! It's over here!"
The earth began to tremble under foot, the windows shook and chattered as the shaking began to intensify…
CRASH
SMASH!
"My child is still in the building! Someone, please!"
"KNUCKLE!"
"ALREADY GOT THE KID! GO, MOVE LADY GET OUT OF HERE!"
The earth began to shake and tremble, it was coming this way as the walls around began to crumble.
"SHIT!"
"WHERE THE HELL DID DAD GO?"
"DAD WENT ON AHEAD…"
"LET'S BACK HIM UP!" he ran with everything he had left in the tank, this monster already brought him to the point of exhaustion, mainly trying to get people out of harm's way.
Yet, as he and his brother got close, they couldn't find their father anywhere. In fact he swore he just saw him moment before the ground started to shake. He began to search franticlly. "DAD? DAD!" he called. But then, on his left he saw it. One of the building that just came down moments ago… they froze at the sight, there was a single arm buried in rubble, but the tattoos on it were clear.
"Dad… DAD!"
"STREET!"
"WE CAN'T LEAVE HIM, OH GOD… DAD!"
"STREET WE GOT TO MOVE NOW! WE CAN'T WIN, WE GOT TO FALL BACK, EVERYONE IS OUT OF HARMS WAY, LET'S GO!"
He hesitated, but it was true. There were no civilians in the area, the buildings have cleared out. All they could do now was fall back. "We got to go man…" his brother said as he came to his side. "We're all she has left now…"
He nodded to his brother, they turned and tried to make a run for it until a blast of fire came out of nowhere. The buildings began to collapse all around them.
Then, it all became dark…
#
Evo has not left his lab.
For hours a day he would stand there staring through the two-way mirror as he wrote down every twitch, moan or sudden movement. They were remarkable to say the least. "To think they survived so much before this occurred, yet, I wonder how they will assimilate back into society?" he questioned himself.
He already filled three books just with notes. The cloning process alone was something different than what he has seen before. The blood was just viable enough to be used, there were some alterations that needed to be made to ensure a proper clone is developed, despite the small hiccups, it has worked out. The process itself took less time as well. It was as if the bodies wanted to be formed as soon as possible, almost as if an urge to return to life in a sense.
These Brawlers had something to live for, and were determined to pull through, even though death was quick to put a stop to their struggle from their past life.
Their vitals grew stronger each and every day. However, there were some abnormalities. He noticed a look of pain in their eyes every so often, tears would follow as their bodies jolted at the same time. "Muscle memory of the last moment of pervious life…" Evo wrote. "I am more than aware of it, they died as they rushed out of battle. The monster took down the father and they fled the moment they realized it was too big to contend with. Yet the monster wouldn't let them go. It was denied its food and wanted revenge." He muttered to himself.
Yet, each and every time they jolted, their bodies were growing stronger, they attempted to open their eyes but fell sort and were quickly weakened. Yet, in that, the body healed and attempted to wake again with the same dream. "Such vigor in them. Are you fighting to live for your sister?" he asked.
That was a contention he wasn't looking forward to. Melee Brawler, without a doubt she would raise hell if learning of this. Her brothers meant everything to her, after all, she was the last of her family until her own children were born. But to have her older siblings alive once more, she would tear the world apart to gain them back. Yet, they must remember her for it to occur. Clones are fragile if not handled carefully. Especially ones who may believe they merely fell asleep after their last battle.
"I will be certain to reintroduce you to her, but for the moment, I am going to hold off on the notion." He vowed to the brothers. "Besides, you will be Neo Heroes, that is far different than what your sister has become."
He would observe them for weeks, Accel would drop by to see the progress himself. Evo at the time was checking their vitals, listening to their organs and searched for anything out of place. So far, they are prefect. When he left the room, Accel was quick to ask. "Have they woken?"
Evo was startled by the sudden appearance of Accel yet assured him they haven't yet. "Give them time, soon enough they will wake, it won't be long."
Accel decided to have a closer look, he peered through the door and heard them moaning, suddenly, their heads shook, back and forth, as if they were trying to wake up. Yet as quickly as it happened, their bodies settled again and they went still. "This cannot be rushed…" Evo explained as he closed the door. "They are in a very fragile state, their minds cannot handle a lot of information at the moment. Sudden noises that are out of place can stun the mind. We don't need that now do we?"
"I suppose not." He muttered. "So, what do we do about Melee?" he asked.
"I hope there is a knowledge to her that it would be best if she maintains her distance for the moment. Again too much stimulation will drive them into madness, we must keep them indoors for the time being until I deem them fit to go outside. Strange though, I have been watching their brainwave patterns for some time, they are growing remarkably stronger by the day. One appears to be attempting to process everything."
"Process? How?"
"I don't know, but the waves are quite different that for someone who is… say in a coma. The activity in it is amazing; it is as if he is trying to wake himself out of slumber with shock therapy. Stunning himself to open his eyes. His brother too!"
Accel paused. "So… they know they are asleep, but can't bring themselves to wake?"
"Indeed."
"Huh… I wonder what else these Brawlers are capable of doing?"
"It will be fascinating to see, Accel you should go and tend to the other heroes. I will handle things here."
He gave but a nod and went on his way. Evo went back to the two-way mirror, he pulled up a chair and merely watched his best work continue to breath and attempt to wake themselves…
