I only own Rudy, nothing else m8. Oh i forgot Super Boy in the last chapter, my bad. I'll find a way to add him later.

Chapter 11

His old bed was so warm. He had forgotten what it was like to sleep in his old room at Dinahs. All his posters and personal things were taken down, but the paint and bedroom layout still made it feel like home. It was early morning, and he had blocked last nights happenings deep inside his head. As he made his way out of the room, the condo was silent. The party must have made everyone tired last night, even though it wasn't the most energetic. The heat was on, yet he still felt cold. He sat at the table eating a small breakfast, not wanting to take on the day. A few minutes after eating Dinah awoke and said her good mornings. She gave him some comforting trying to not speak about what had happened last night. She noticed he had a large bruise on his cheek, and a small cut down his arm from falling last night. He had taken a nasty spill on the ice, and still being in recovery didn't help too much. He was tough though, he had brushed it off as nothing, and she was sure he could easily ignore it.

Oliver had called and told her he was on his way over. The two of them had planned on going out with Rundel together, maybe to catch a movie or something. A few hours later they had done just that and more. The park was empty and the freshly fallen snow from the night before lay untouched from the filth of human hands. Rudy hated footsteps in the snow, he thought that it looked amazing if stayed untouched, and smooth. They walked along the paths as Dinah and Oliver held hands. Rudy walked behind them, careful not to look like he was with them. Oliver took Rudy home, and the night carried on quietly. The night had crept up on him, and before he knew it, he was tired and heading to bed. He had forgotten Makutos message, but as he reached his room he felt the diamond shaped message in his pocket. He closed the door behind him and pulled out the duffel bag, and unzipping it to reveal the gift.

How? Was his first thought.

It was an exact replica of his sword from within the game. The silver handle, with the pitch black blade. It's rapier-like handle fit his hand perfectly, just like in the game. It's sheath as the same brown leather holster he wore, and the pattern matched. It felt like metal, but it almost looked like it was painted with a matte tone. As he put the weapon away, he took the box from his pocket and played it as he got into bed. He let her voice into his mind, allowing him to fall asleep to her voice. Not sure what Makuto meant by giving him this gift, he rolled it through his mind as he drifted off.

A month passed by and by then Rudy had fully recovered. He acted a little differently, but he was the same person he was three years ago. He had joined a remedial school to make up for lost time in school. Luckily Rundel wasn't stupid and practically flew through it. He was almost caught up to his grade, but still had to take all the tests. He would look at the sword every night to examine it, not testing it out at all. The only way he could get himself to fall asleep was to listen to Yunos voice, no matter how many emotions it caused. Dinah had caught him once listening to it, but she claimed she understood. She didn't. Rundel wanted to dig himself into a pit to be alone, but his conscious knew it was a bad idea. So he forced himself to be with his family. He loved them, he just wasn't sure how to explain it.

So there he sat, in his bed at Oliver's ready to sleep, as he lay there with the diamond box in his hand. It was a cool night, and everything seemed quiet. Rundel turned out his light, but that was when he heard the slamming. He stood up to investigate it. He glanced at the sword, but refused to bring it. It's not like he would use it anyway. The pounding became louder as Rudy walked down the hall. Ollie's room was empty, and it wasn't coming from downstairs. At first he thought it could just be Dinah and Oliver getting it on. That idea was quickly shot down when it sounded more like kicking. He stood outside the door to his dads office, not really knowing what to expect, so he listened through the door.

"So, Oliver, I heard your boy is all healed now." As the man said this he smashed his foot into Olivers stomach.

"Arh! If you touch him, I'll have the league up your ass in a second." Oliver said chained to the desk. The man had snuck up on him while he was doing some late work. He didn't have a Green Arrow shift, so he thought he could catch up on business work. He was wrong as the man in a half orange, half black mask stood in front of him. Deathstroke.

"Well, we'll see about that, I'll introduce him to your family business. I'll show him what it's like to lose. haha" His words were harsh and the threats stuck in Olivers mind as he took a blow to the face.

Nobody threatened my kid. Especially since he had nothing to do with it. He thought.

He couldn't do anything though, his hands were handcuffed to a pipe in the wall, where deathstroke had punched a hole in. He hoped Rudy could hear what was going on and had ran, but this wasn't the case. The door creaked open a bit, and the boys eyes peaked in. Ollie caught a glance, but so did Slade.

A hand had reached onto his neck as he cracked the door open. He didn't make a sound, so how had they heard him? He was thrown to the floor, and what he saw made him gasp internally. His dad was chained to the wall and blood was dripping from his nose. He tried to get back up but a foot met his stomach and pushed him back down. He closed his eyes as another blow hit him on the back. Flurries of punched were thrown at him and he began to cough up blood.

"He's not much of a fighter, eh Queen?" The man stood between the two, holding a sword to his dads neck.

"He's better than you, you bitc-" Oliver was cut off as a foot connected with the side of his head.

Rudy was done with it. He didn't want to see anyone close to him hurt again. He ignored the pain and started crawling to his feet. He must have been making too much noise, as the man had heard him. With a swift punch on the back of the head he was on his stomach again. His ears were ringing but he had to keep trying, no matter what. Just then a sharp pain entered his abdomen. He let out a small cry as it gradually stung more.

"That'll keep you put, runt."

He couldn't see what had happened but the shouting coming from his father told him it was bad. All he could do was tweak his neck at an angle to watch his father be brutally beaten. He had to act now. His feet curled up, and pushing as hard as he could he forced his way up. He was on his feet, but the clank of metal hitting the floor behind him made him turn around. A bloodied sword lay there, and a hole had been pierced in the boys side. He kneeled down to grab it and as he held it the click of a gun greeted him.

"Drop it kid, it's not worth it." His tone had gone dead serious.

Now or never. The boy thought.

He was about 3 feet away, a quick slash could end it. He didn't know the man's skill, but he knew his own. He looked at the wound, and without blinking raised his sword as he dashed. The sword was heavy, but he knew his way around it. The bang of the gun went off, but he was quicker. He brought the sword in for a backwards slice, but as he turned it in his hands the bulelt recoiled off of it. He continues to follow through, only to slice through air. The bullet had lodged itself in his leg, even though he had deflected it.

How the fuck? What am I doing?! The boy had lost all thought and let his three years training take over.

He prepared for another assault as he launched himself towards the man, not caring if he was shot. He followed through another strike, but it felt better. A small gleam of light followed his blade as he made his incision. The man was fast though, but the sword had caught his arm, and Rudy watched as the blood dripped from the gash he had given the man. His brain was all over the place as he tried to get a hold on what he had just done. The fight wasn't over, and Rundel had to move quick or he would bleed out before anything else happened. He charged for the final strike, He held the blade against his left hand, preparing a strike he used in the game. He felt the charge and as he grew closer to his target let the attack fly. It was faster than he had expected, but the man had already prepared. Countering it with difficulty he blocked the swing, but fumbled with his now sliced in half gun.

"Get OUT." Rundel was screaming, he had had enough of this.

The room clouded with smoke, as the sound of broken glass came from the window. He cut the chains of cuffs that bound his father, angrily tossing the sword to the side. Rudy was afraid of what his dad was thinking. He backed away, not sure what would happen, but the blood loss caught up to him, and he began to feel light headed. The room started to spin as he felt himself falling into darkness. His eyes closed, and he was genuinely afraid.

Makuto, what kind of gift is this?

Alright… see why i'm calling it swordsman now? Plot is pretty well setup now, so I am trying to start it up. Like I said earlier, I know where i want to go, the wording is just weird. Please Review, or even comment on what you thought, thanks.