Three's a Pair

by Fro Ninja

Young orphan Huey Jones has lived a life of servitude for as long as he can remember, often feeling cursed by his powers. But when he is freed, he is finds himself at the center of a supernatural war that has been ongoing for more than thousands of years. Joined by two unlikely allies with similar gifts,he vows to protect the world from this ancient threat, and most of all, end it.

11. Chapter 9-Trexwell Arc:Part I

Fro Ninja: Hello my beautiful people! And welcome to the-OH shit wrong script. *rummages through many of his stuff* Ahhhh here it is! Let's try that again...

This is the Fro Ninja with another addition of Three's a Pair, the furry fanfic that I really, really wish was on the map by now. Now you may be asking, why the special intro? Well because this is the first part of our first story arc titled the Trexwell Arc. While I know it might be a little weird to refer to the next few chapters as an arc, but I intend to have a lot of things introduced here, I.e characters, plot elements, terms, and events that surround the TAP universe. Yes, I'm aiming to make this a really big outlet, so make sure you keep up with it as much as possible. Sadly, my boy Jester is overseas right now, so the next few chaps will be covered by me. But as soon as the arc is over, we will resume our usual division of the chapters. So... before we get this part started, let's see who actually cared enough to comment.

From The Book: All questions will soon be answered my friend, have patience. As far as Huey goes, I agree with you wholeheartedly that he definitely needs to grow up, and he's a character I came up with haha! But that's what character development is for my friend, and he's soon going to reach that point. As for Harmon, I believe I mentioned him already in the first chapter. Haha, I seriously want to see Kote in a relationship as much as you do! I feel like his sexuality is a little bit more pure than most of the cast, considering how he grew up without his real mother, and his sisters are constantly teasing him, he's probably fed up with everyone around using sex as a means of establishing an intimate connection, when he believes there are other ways of doing this. So yeah, I can't say it's for sure, but we definitely have something planned for that.

From NeonPartyDude: Fist of all, nice to hear from you again fam! Thanks for that comparison! I really wanted to give Kote some space to train when Anthony's not around, and that was the first thing that came to mind. Also the multiple creature thing was actually something me and Jester came up with a while back, when we were in earlier stages. We wanted to make a creature that stood as an indistinguishable enemy to the team and other Cryptic-types alike, kinda like the Puddies from Mighty Morphing Power Rangers, by having it in a small quantity at first than increase it as it goes on. It will certainly be interesting to see how they will handle all of them, no? And like I told The Book, I mentioned Harmon already. It was brief, but his connection to Huey has already been established. Yeah, the three girls a.k.a. Trexwell are ones I've wanting to introduce for a while now, and now the time has come! And believe you me, there will be something quite special about them...

Anyhoo, time to get this show on the road

Let...There...Be...LIGHT!

City Square, 1 week later.

The day before the festival.

Harmon's POV

'How long has it been?'

I ask myself that question every morning when I wake up and smell my morning coffee fresh off the mug, and put on my business suit. Tailor made. I also make sure pack two bottles of water, a roll of deodorant, some extra face pads, and handy dandy notebook, for my various filings. As it may have been clear, I'm a businessman, and I always enjoy my concessions wit every single customer that I've ever had. Every service is with a smile, even if I have to put on their face. To say that what I do is deplorable is insulting and a mockery to the craft I have spent years perfecting. To this day I still remember my first deal perfectly clear. The feeling and sensation of gouging my father's throat with a newly carved knife made of tree bark and the fang of a shark. The blood that covered my weapon was clear as day as I heard the whined and secluded screeches of his dying voice as they stayed behind the closed doors of our own home. The innards of his jugulars gleamed through the reflection of my blade, as I struck it again and again and again and again and again. It was such a quiet little thing for a six year old, but I could hardly believe that life had such thrills to it. My mother, on the other hand didn't mind my talents so much as she feared them. She hated my father for many things. Taking advantage of her whenever the feeling presented itself, and causing her to be traded around a network to multiple people, so more depraved and deranged than the most idyllic dictator. If I had to say where my motivation came from, it would have to be my father, since everything I learned I learned from him. From how to hunt my first animal, survive in the wilderness, to how to take someone's life. How ironic that he was my first victim though. I bared no ill will against him, all I was simply doing was testing my own technique on a target that I found worthy of execution. My mother's face was one for a picture book as I made clean holes all over my father's body, the face of gratitude. Oddly enough she went shopping that day, brought back enough food to feed a family of two. Almost as if she knew I would do something like this. That one day, the man who raped her as a child and impregnated her with her darling little accident would eventually receive his comeuppance, if not from her, somebody close to her. I still remember the laughter that filled the house as we made love ontop of his corpse.

Eager to fill his shoes, I sold my mother on one of the markets that my father had marked down in his journal for a rather hefty price, which I used to make my debut in the business, well not before sampling the product myself. My mother's last exact words were if I recall as she was being dragged away by questionable men by a chain in front of her own child...

'You are your father's son that's for sure...' I didn't get what she meant at the time, as I looked at her with a curious face. I wouldn't find out what she meant until I sold a woman's newborn daughter for a pretty penny. The expression of a sunken face drenched with tears and snot as her new extension was being snatched-oh!-I meant 'received' from her very hands. Echoes of a babies cries and a mother's scream rang clean in my ears. It's melody and rhythm were enough to allow Beethoven to come back from his grave and orchestrate a song occupied by such a blissful sound. I truly would love that. It was at that moment...how old was I? Going on eleven? I realized exactly what my mother meant at the time she delivered her last words. When I finally discovered the true meaning behind her statement, and what her intentions were, I laughed then cried, and then I laughed and cried. I honestly couldn't believe it was something so simple and was right in front of me! I WAS my father's son! The same son who was told over and over by his own father that he was a mistake and was insignificant to this world that was not mine or anyone elses. It was simply there. I liked hearing those words from him. I smiled everytime he told me such things. Not for a simple reason of using it to fuel my revenge, I was fortunately not a being to have such a privilege given to me. Instead it allowed me to do anything that I wanted.

I would spend the next thirty years of my life going to my job. Clocking in and out was something that I was able to do by simple reflex, whether it was by helping out old ladies so they won't have to carry groceries anymore, or making a killer sale by extracting beautiful children that were orphaned by guerrilla warfare, and giving them to a 'loving' Christian family with 'benefits'. Yes. I love my job. So much so that I can't help but feel excited when I'm offered overtime. Most people may look to me as a cruel and unusual person, but in truth, I am a simple businessman that has nothing but a shirt, tie, and a briefcase for lunch. Now I'm about to close yet another deal. And this time it is one that I haven't seen in some time in fact, and as much as it pains me, I must hold off all feelings of excitement and glee until after my job is finished once more. It won't be long until I ask myself once more...

"How long has it been?" I would ask myself that question once more as slipped into my business suit, and got ready to meet my newest concession. I had the feeling we were going to be the bestest of friends!

The ride from the airport was a rather pleasant. The taxi driver that gave me a ride was so helpful and handsome. He truly must be loved by everyone to have such a wonderful head attached to his body. I honestly just wished I could have tipped him a little faster but, oh well. With very brief directions at hand, I started to head to my targets house on foot. It had been a while since I took a refreshing walk in such a wonderful town! In order to ease the quietness of the stroll, I turned on my walkman and slipped on my headphones. I hadn't updated my playlist in a while, but there was one particular song I just couldn't get enough of.

Fro Ninja; Play "Wake me up Before you Go go" by Wham!

My footsteps were lead by nothing but the rhythm and chorus of my one of my favorite songs. I slowly walked through the neighborhood, eying potential preneurs that could make me some of my friends back home pretty happy. For example, the cute little girl joyfully walking with her handsome father were both amazing looking catches. I should probably invest in more domesticated prospects. Cats, Dogs, Cows, Horses, and Bunnies go surprisingly well for their current economic standing. I can probably make three times what my employer is paying me on the side, just a insurance mind you.

Speaking of my employer, his daughter and her friends were doing a rather excellent job shadowing my as I made my way to my destination. My guess is that Pure-types have more methods of trying to escape out of a person's notice, almost like a spider trying to stalk a leopard. It was adorable. I've been the hunter and the hunted for so long, that I enjoyed playing both roles. I can't tell the exact destination of each of them, but I feel their presence from a mile away, almost as if I was smelling the scent of blood and lust resonating from behind me. I can't say I'm particularly fond of that kind of smell coming from girls barely ripened, but it's not a bad scent considering the current situation

Upon reaching my targets house, I started to recuperate and replay the job description in my head.

Target is a Normal-Cryptic Type. Stands about 5"2 at 175 lbs. Is noted to be of mixed descent of both Human and Noble Wolf. Most notable features are his gray hair, along with human facial details and slightly large build. Powers have been observed to be light manipulation and spectrum alteration. Target has also consumed a Vision Crystal, but has not yet activated its potential. Proceed with caution, as target has history for violent outbursts from external stimuli relating to father, mother, step-mother, and step-sisters. Capture target for extraction of crystal by the time the General arrives. Use whatever means necessary.

The words felt like I was reading them from a jump start coloring book. This would be a rather easy assignment than I was led to believe originally. Not only was my target going to be easy to pick off, but he was going to be fun to play with.

Kote's POV

I finally managed to know how to sneak out of the house with out my family knowing. I was lost for a few days on how to do it, but I found a little trick to it. About a month ago when I told Huey about my family and their super duper senses and whatnot, I began to try to figure out ways to counter them, since Zeo and Carly can always find me from my scent or just by listening for my heartbeat. Fortunately, he told me that the only way to throw them off was completely isolating my presence from sensory range. I had no idea what he meant at the time, but I managed to pick it up piece by piece as I started to still everything in my body so there would be no opportunities for detection. Heartbeat, breathing, even brain activities. I learned how to become a plant basically. I've been spending the past week wandering around town with Rogue, who was surprisingly good company. We talked about all sorts of things, such as her previous heists, her many types of wines and fine dining meals, and for some reason this on and off thing she has going on with a red echidna. I'm not even gonna bother to touch base on that.

By the time I got back to my house from the game shooting, wads of cash in my hand, I began to sense a weird aura coming up the block. It was unlike anything I ever felt before. I thought Terry's aura was-no, it might be even more stronger than Terrys. There was no energy coming from them like with Huey or Karina, but there was a strange conflict of happiness and pure evil coming from the base. A really twisted energy even. This guy must not get out of his mom's basement often. Since I've been through this more times to know what my right foot is from my left, I bolted to my room and grabbed my just sharpened Dao sword. My face reflected in the gleam of the blade for a second as I picked it up, but for some reason my sword hand was twitching uncontrollably. Was it excitement I was feeling, or was it fear? I had no idea what this guy was capable of, and there was only one way of finding that out. I steeled myself as I heard the front door leading to the living room opened.

Valentine household; Living room

"Oh hey bro! This guy is here. He says he knows you." Zeo came running toward me down the hall. I had just stepped out of my room, and I was already getting bad vibes about where this was all gonna head towards.

"Zeo, what did Mom say about opening the door for strangers. Especially for those who say they know you?" With not a single look of guilt or remorse on her face, she stuck her tongue out at me.

"What's the harm? Besides, she's on a date tonight, so I'm sure she won't have anything...parent like to say about it. And if she asks, I can just say you let him in."

"...You already thought this out, didn't you?" She stuck her waggling tongue at me once more before strolling off with Carly, who was waiting out the back door leading to the kitchen.

"Anyhoo. We're going to help out with the festival at school tomorrow. You know...that thing you stopped going to? We probably won't be back until late. Don't wait up bro." And just like that, the two little deviants that I call my sisters strolled off, but not before quickly flashing me a peek of their new night underwear. I had to facepalm myself with a picture that I found hanging off the wall.

Before I knew it, the house became quiet. The silence was never intimidating as it was peaceful until now. Whoever I was alone with was probably somebody that knows Fisk, or in worse case scenario, my dear old dead dad. He had a lot of enemies before I died. Some were affiliated with the Russian mob, others the White Mountain Triads. One things for sure that were a lot of there were a lot of smiling faces at his funeral.

I stepped into the living room, where the massive twisted aura I was feeling earlier was waiting for me. I saw a slim black cat with shining white hair and sunset orange eyes. His business suit stood out, as it was made of pretty random colors that spoke outrageous languages to those fashionably adapt. Patterns and combinations that wouldn't see anywhere on the color wheel. He was sitting down on our white leather sofa sipping a coffee mug out of what I assumed was Thermos bottle, accompanied by his sleek black suitcase. What I was expecting was a sort of Saturday morning cartoon villain grin and laugh to go along with that presence. Instead, all that found me was a smile. A typical, devoid of happiness and sanity businessman smile. The kind you could only find at Walmart. He turned around and stared at me for a while before opening his mouth.

"Oh, my? Are you Mr. Kote Valentine?"

"Who's asking?"

"Oh I'm sorry. I am terrible absent of my manners. I am Mr. Harmon 's such an absolute pleasure to meet you at last. I've been meaning to greet you for quite some time now."

Jones? It couldn't be...no way.

"Have you?"

"Oh yes, quite. I've been told by my sources that you are a very talented individual. I have never seen a boy such as yourself excel in so many martial skills at such a young age. I must say I'm quite impressed!"

"What 'sources' are there exactly?"

"Oh too many to name. Many gang leaders that you have had previous 'associations' with." Meaning I kicked their sorry asses. "Many Scottish newspapers have many a sightings of a young wolf matching your description moonlighting as a vigilante of sorts, taking down many of the crime syndicates in the regional areas of the Highlands. Such a remarkable track record I may add."

"I know all that. I was there."

He started to chuckle a little bit, as if I just said a good joke.

"Of course. Of course! How could I be so insensitive? Look at me speaking of these accomplishments as if you were some third wheel to the events, when you at the centerfold itself. So sorry."

This guy is apologizing more than a Korean store manager. The whole time I've been talking to him feels like being at an AA meeting. Just your regular nice guy. What the hell was I so shook up for earlier?

"It's no big issue, but I gotta ask, how the hell do you know so much about me? Excuse my language."

"Like I said before. I am very avid follower of your work. It is rather first class."

"First class, huh? Yeah I get that a lot."

"I assume a lot of it comes from your mixed heritage. Hybrids like you are quite few these days."

As soon as he said that, my guard started to go up a bit.

"You know about that huh? I assume your 'sources' told you that as well?"

"Oh no. I am involved in a business where sizing up people by their appearance is mandatory skill to have. I've been doing it so long, it's become an unconscious habit of mine."

"Do you meet a lot of hybrids in your line of work?"

"Only very few that fulfill a certain...curiosity of mine."

"And what...may I ask is that?"

"Oh...it's nothing so major. I am simply interested in their innate abilities. How they respond to certain...situations that have been presented to them."

"Care to give me an example?"

"An example? Hmmm...let's see. How about reaction to post traumatic events? Say, the death of person with close ties to the target in question." Slowly but surely and without me knowing, my hands started to ball up into a fist, and my fangs began to extract from their spots. This guy was heading for uncharted territory, and something tells me knows it. "I would have to say that that particular situation would fit the category of observing their potential as an individual."

"How so...?"

"Let me put it this way, if you would happen to purchase a baby rabbit whom is the product of a cross between another species has been known to have extraordinary fighting abilities, but still has the behavior pattern of normal bunny, what other method do have to test that theory? Nothing but to throw the bunny into a lions den, to see if it can fend for itself of course. However, it won't just fight without a just cause to push towards, so it must need an incentive do so. Then here comes the control variable of the experiment, place another bunny in the den that is either of kin or a mate to the main one, but has no combat prowess whatsoever. Obviously the bunny has no chance of survival in the den, so they cease while the main bunny is watching the whole event unfold. As it's guts and innards become torn in and out from it's placements and having its whole body ruptured by a gang of hungry predators, as is such with the animal cycle. But then something extraordinary happens while this takes place, the bunny who is supposed to be receiving the incentive to proceed into battle watches the entire process without even batting an eye to it. Why? Because it knows that they are weak and have business belonging in such an environment. It is convinced that it deserves its fate and becomes motivated to become even stronger, so that will not fall into the same category. As a result of carrying this fact with them, they begin an seemingly everlasting journey to find meaning in their life by aiming to take down multiple targets to test their abilities as combatants. It's rather intriguing don't you think? Why on earth would a herbivore have the mentality of a predator with a growing hunger that seems ceaseless? I've always found myself interested by that kind of behavior"

"That's a pretty interesting science experiment, but can you please tell me what that has to do anything?"

"It's simple my dear Kote. You are the product of two very distinct species, but yet you have none that can relate to you on that matter. It's really not that hard to tell that you have some sort of issue with how people perceive you based on your appearance, and even more so by your personality. But I take it you weren't always like this? Until a certain...event that occurred early in your life took place?"

I then shot out of the couch and grabbed the asshole by his fancy suit collar, and bared my fangs at him. Yet his expression remained unchanged.

"You better shut the fuck up! I'm at a six right now, you don't want to see me at an eleven!"

"Oh my...I do believe I touched a nerve."

"Touched a nerve? No. Getting ON my nerves? You bet your ass you are! I got half a mind to shove that fancy ass tie down your throat until it gives you diarrhea!"

"Well, well. Who knew you would become so belligerent at just a little speculation? I'm rather disappointed in your mental fortitude my young friend."

"You won't have to be disappointed for long!" I then reach for the sheathe of my Dao sword to put two holes in this asshole...Only to grab nothing but air."What the-?!"

I then look over at the slimy creeps face to see him smiling with glee.

"Are you perchance, looking for that Dao sword of yours. Exquisite relic and rare weapon of the ancient Chinese culture? You might want to look a little more downwards for it, I left it in an interesting place."

I then humor him by taking a quick glance downwards to find my sword...lodged into my stomach. I didn't even feel the sword even stab me or even touch anywhere near me. Normally I would be able to pick up on that kind of thing right away. Blood then began oozing out like melted play-doh, and I just stood there in awe, fascinated by my own injury. I quickly remembered where I was, and then jumped out of the guys face. I sprinted out of my house by crashing through one of the living room windows. I figured if the guy was after me, he would follow me outside where I would have a wider area to pick him off. But I couldn't have been more wrong. After only a minute, he was nowhere to be found, but I could still feel his aura in the area. But I could also feel two more aura signatures coming from a few kliks away from my current position. A safe bet would be to that it was Huey and Karina. Right on time! I felt more stronger despite pulling a sword out of my sternum knowing that my friends here to help me out.

"Hey you fucking creep! You got no chance against me now! I got my friends with me, and we're gonna kick your ass, ya Jim Henson biting motherfucker!" I felt my chest swell with pride as my hole began to give out even more blood. Pretty soon the stuff started to come out of my mouth, yeah. I was feeling good. I then saw the creep walk out of the house, carrying the same smile that I saw crept on his face moments ago.

" Oh, I highly doubt someone with your disposition could even holster, let alone even establish something as superficial as friendship. Besides, you might want to clarify the presence of what you feel." My blood then felt like it froze over. The hell?! How does he know I can sense other people's aura? Clearly this guy is not somebody I want to take lightly, but I couldn't afford to lose my cool at a time like this. But judging by his growing laughter, I'm guessing he saw right through that farce of mine. "Haha. Yes! That's exactly the expression I was expecting you to make. One of false bravado and vain direction. I would very much like to see it darken even more. Do you care to help me out with that ladies?"

All of a sudden, the two supposed familiar auras that I felt earlier turned sinister and corrupted, almost as black as tar itself. Not only that, they were fast approaching to my position. The hole in my gut started to itch as I drew my sword and steeled myself for whatever was about to come. Though in this case, I'm not sure how far I can keep it up...

Third person POV

Harmon stood in front of the Valentine residence, joyous in expression and spirit, but for all of the wrong reasons. He watched Kote as he struggled to maintain his posture, promising to deliver tenfold on the pain that he caused him with his own sword, the last signia of his father. A occurrence like this is never foreseen, but even detected, it can hardly be intercepted. The young boy knew this in fact, but was absolutely griped when trying to come to terms with it.

The two auras that Kote felt soon reached their destination, and stood in front of him as two female cats. While they obviously didn't look friendly to him, he felt something was preventing him from reading too far into them.

"Hmmm...Trying to read my aura, huh? That's a tad rude don't you think?" The cat that sported the pink hair and a yellow sundress with pink slippers spoke out to him. Kote's face blemished with shock as his method of analysis was tracked effortlessly. "Don't you know there are some things you just aren't supposed to know about a girl? I see someone was decrepit of proper manners, huh Zana?"

Kaos spoke to the black cat sporting a black hoodie that covered her head , denim black shorts, and black and white sneakers. Even though her companion spoke to her with vain positivity, she remained unmoved in emotion.

"How the hell am I supposed to know something like that?"

"Oh, you're so shy! You just can't help that dull reaction to specimen of the opposite gender, huh?"

"Can you just shut the hell up, so we can get this over with?"

Kaos began to giggle loudly.

"Oh poo! You're absolutely no fun whatsoever! I'm just trying to create conversation. We don't get assignments together that often! But...a job is a job I suppose."

Harmon began to turn out his pockets until he found a pack of chocolate bars. He began to chew down on them as we walk toward his two hosts. Kaos then put her focus on Kote, and the gaping wound that had been given to him. She smiled as blood leaked and poured out his body. To feel such pain from just one simple sword wound either had to be delivered with a powerful tool, or be wielded by a powerful swordsman.

"Oh my, it seems you've gone ahead and started without us Mr. Jones."

Harmon then bowed in apology to the young Pure-type.

"My sincere apologies. I'm afraid I went a bit too far in my little game with young Kote here, and ended letting an old habit slip loose." He said ever so calmly.

"It's no trouble. As long as he is fit to travel and is still breathing, that is fine with me. But judging by the quality of his injury, you're obviously more than a simple salesman, aren't you?"

Harmon began to smile along to the question.

"Oh? Are you implying something about me that doesn't have anything to do with the present situation at hand? If so, I would appreciate if you would keep such implications to yourself."

The young lady then found herself flinching at his statement. Even for a Normal-type, there was no doubt that there was something about Harmon that was enough to put anyone on the defensive. While it wasn't visible, and could not be explained by superficial means, it was there as clear as day. Kaos cleared her throat before she began to speak again.

"Very well. I will not pry anymore while we're on the job."

"I appreciate it, little miss." Harmon looked around puzzled. "If I may ask, where is the other one?"

"Oh, don't worry about Fetcher. She's taking care of some business that I assigned to her. She will be back after we're done here."

"I see. I guess we can proceed with this phase then as planned."

"Indeed. We can-wait." Kaos looked around the area. "Where did he go?"

Zana's expression changed to a serious one compared to the dullness of her previous one.

"Here he comes!"

Within a single moment, Kote came meteoring downward with his sword on the unsuspecting trio, who had seemlessly dodged it with little effort. Without a second to waste, Kote pressed his assault on Zana, who had been the first to notice his attack. He delivered two slashes from his sword, which seemed to reach nothing but air as Zana danced around his assault. Taking her pivot, she quickly spun around to deliver a stunning blow to the back of the young half-wolf's head. Growling in a rage, he turned around and resumed his flurry of sword slashes. They came from left and right, with a mixture of his own punches and kicks between every combo interval. The hits all returned unsuccessful, as his target dodged them with effortlessly. In the last string, she stepped in the middle, breaking Kote's momentum to deliver a blistering counter with a right straight, along with quick five hit jab to his face in one instant. By the time he took his breath, the punches had already devastated his face and knocked him backwards in his stead. Rolling and buckling halfway down the street, he managed to recover. Despite this, Kaos was already waiting in his recovery path.

Her hands rained down on Kote in an almost impossible to see flurry of punches, with fists coated in pure black hellfire. He managed to dodge some despite being staggered from the previous combo, but not all, and took an enormous amount of damage from seemed like an endless flurry of hits, which came on with mysterious grace and eloquence. Her hits almost made it seem like she was dancing in her string, with flames of malice to compliment it. Suddenly the punches stopped, and his chest met with the hard impact from the end of a sword sheathe. He felt his whole center of gravity shift as the impact blew through his body and knocked him away for several feet.

He struggled to even standup from the pain he had endured in what seemed like several minutes had gone by, when in reality it was only a few seconds. The blood from his first injury oozed out even more on the pavement, and the pain from his new ones were started to accumulate in scale.

"W-w-what the...hell...just happened..."

Kaos walked toward the pained Kote with a smiling face as she withdrew her katana blade. Soon the blade had begun to shift into a form of malice, with a black flame surrounding the blade, along with eight prongs popping out along the curve.

"What's this? You didn't think you were the only one who could command such prowess in battle did you? It seems the training you received has deluded you into thinking such a thing." She then began to laugh once more. "If you must know, I use a variety of arts that I integrate into my fighting style, but if I had to choose one, it would be a rather peculiar assassination art I learned while I was studying in the Middle East. It's how I can deliver some many dazzling hits with little effort. And as for the flack flames, well. It's my own personal touch on my original powers."

After leaning heavily against his sword for leverage, Kote finally managed to stand up on his two feet. And even after allowing the pain to get to him so much, he managed to form a smile on his face.

Harmon, who had been sitting in a tree observing the whole fight progress, looked at him in confusion.

"Might I ask what amuses you, young Kote?"

"You...do, ya jackasses! You forgot that I'M a Cryptic-type too!"

In that moment, Kote revealed his trump card in the form of his eye. The light shined from his eyes, affecting the spectrum of light in the vision of those around him, dazing them for a period of time. He aimed his trick at Zana, who was the closet to him as she began to approach. The light beams resonated from Kote's eyes and shot toward hers. He grinned in accomplishment, as he hit directly on target.

Unfortunately, she seemed hardly affected by it, if not, at all. The look on his face, turned from one of hope to despair, as the power he had used on so many enemies nearly all of his life had come up short in its moment of premiere.

"N-no way..." The breath of a confident boy left without a single trace.

The face of his attacker was even more offputting, as it held nothing but disappointment to the young cryptic-type.

"Your power...is weak." Zana said in a plainly uninterested tone.

"But how?! I can't feel anything from you! You're not a cryptic-type! How could it not work on you?!" Kote began shouting out in anger at the event that just took place. Even though he never used his power on another Cryptic-type before, it was almost a guarantee for it to have effect on Normal-types. But Zana, who had no traces of that same residual energy that he had, was immune to it.

Kaos began to walk up to the confused Kote who had fallen to the ground in disappointment.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that Zana here is half Pure-type? Meaning she has a high resistance to other powers performed by other Cryptic-types. Even though she doesn't have any powers herself, that part of her always seems to come out when you least expect it. If only she didn't have that filthy Normal-type blood, she would be one of the most powerful ones right now, after all she comes from the same noble bloodline as yours truly." She then laughed loudly as she witnessed Kote struggling to pick himself up, almost as if she were looking at a helpless puppy trying to make its way out a trap. "But now that I take a better look, you haven't bothered to try and hone your powers at all have you? In terms of Normal-Cryptic types, I must say, you are severely lacking in skill. Did you think that physical strength was all you needed to get by? Such a deluded child. Who taught you to have that kind of mindset, I wonder?"

Kote looked up at his aggressors.

"Pure-type? What the fuck are you talking about?! Who the hell are you people?! Why are you after me?!"

Harmon began to speak while enjoying his candy bar.

"Isn't it simple? You are the prey, we are the predators. It's that easy to figure out, even a child could understand."

Kaos grabbed Kote by his hair.

"You may not realize it yet, but you and you're friends are exactly what we're looking for. We will need all the strength we can muster for our revolution. However as "gifted" as you believe yourself to be, you are nothing but a small factor in what is soon to come for this world. But rest assured, your friends and this town are next on our to-do list. Do you understand? You...are...gutter trash."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

In a burst of sudden energy, Kote attempted to fight back. Kaos and Zana then hopped out of the way of his new assault. Unable to think straight, he began to swing his sword violently, with little of the coordination or balance he usually displays in his fights. Harmon had watched in delight as his charge began to lose sense of his surroundings, and give into his animal instincts. He began to laugh and clap at the spectacle he was witnessing.

"Splendid! Simply splendid, young Kote! You are much more than I had hoped! Much, much more! Now, show me the true onslaught of your wrath!"

Deaf to his words, Kote continued his rampage towards his two attackers, who despite being shocked by this display, were dodging his strikes effortlessly. He then went after Kaos with his sword, who had managed to block its attack with the blade of her own. The flames of her sword then began to spike, as the prongs began to dig in the steel of the Dao sword. Separating from its usual color, it began to take on the color of a detestable red as her sword laid its fangs into the blade. In just the knick of time, he pulled away from the struggle, and managed to land a hit directly in Kaos abdomen region...or at least it seemed like it. Which had turned out to only be an after image of her.

"I'm right here!" Kaos shouted out as she quickly manuevered around him with blinding speed, and laid a horizontal slice into Kote's back. The young wolf cried out in pain as the sword carved deep into his flesh, making a portable gardening hose out of the blood that sprayed out of him in rapid speed. Despite feeling the pain, he gritted his teeth and continued forward with his counter-attack by attempting to land a quick kick on her, only to hit air once again. In an instant, Zana came into the fray with a small nodachi which she used to carve small cuts and make quick stabs around his the mid region of his body. Succeeding with her small but lighting fast string, she pulled out small pistol and shot out the kneecaps in Kote's legs in the same instant. Branching away from him for a moment, she then threw out a steel chain that tightly wrapped around his neck.

Zana pulled down on the chain as Kote tried to break free of its hold. She then activated a trigger that acted a taser for the chain, giving him a brutal shock. His cries echoed throughout the neighborhood, falling on deaf ears.

"Just so you know. That's 5,000 volts going through your jugular right now." Zana gave a quick insult to young Kote as he screamed out in pain.

"FUCK YOU!" Defiant to the end, Kote still managed to show his willpower to the attackers.

Kaos then appeared in front of him once again.

"My aren't you a strong willed one? But I'm afraid the little warm up ends here.

She delivers a driving stab to the chest area near his heart. The flames began to travel across the outside and inside of his body, and started to rupture him to the point of near fatality. Combined with the shock of Zana's chain, it was clear to anyone that this was killing Kote. After nearly a minute of this torture, Kote's eyes began to roll to the back of his head, and his breath began to fade.

"...Huey...Karina...help...me..."

"Alright! That's enough ladies." Harmon shouted out.

Zana then released her chains grip and Kaos took out her katana out of his body, letting it morph back to it's original shape. And with that, the fight was over.

Harmon walked up to twitching body of Kote with a blank expression. He started to inspect the condition of his battered and bruised body that was wraught and drooling with blood and gore.

"Is he...?" Kaos inquired.

Harmon simply chuckled

"What? Dead? Oh dear no. It will take much more than this to kill our young friend here. He's only unconscious. It's clear from his resistance, that he's seen quite a lot of action over the course of his life. Much of it influenced by parental figure by the looks of it." Harmon then crouched down and rubbed the cheeks of the young wolf's dreary face. "It seems you and I have more in common than you think, my young friend." While still in his crouching position, he suddenly smiled. "You can come on out now."

Someone was hiding in one of the nearby trees while the whole fight was going on. Apparently, it was presence that only Harmon could feel, since both Kaos and Zana were both surprised at the reveal. It was then revealed to be a Prent lizard in a leather jacket that was carrying a steel bo staff, that was littered with iron spikes.

"Hey there, glad to see you picked up on my presence. You can stop molesting my student now."

"Oh? Can I help you?"

"Sure you can. By letting my student go, so I won't have to kick your ass six ways to Dubai. That would be a joyous thing don't you think so guy?"

"What a way with words... And whom, may I ask is making these demands?"

"The name's Anthony. Relish it! It's the last name you'll hear."

Harmon's face lit up as soon as the lizards name reached his ears. "Well, well ladies. There IS a God it seems." He stood up and turned around to face his target with a sinister smile.

All of a sudden, Anthony's expression turned dark with despair.

"The hell?! Y-you! It can't be! What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Ah! Tony! It's so wonderful to see you again my old comrade! You looking rather spiffy I must say!"

"HARMON! YOU BASTARD!"

"Oh Tony. Still so eloquent with words I see. I must say, the years haven't been kind to you in that regard. How is your wife and daughter faring these days?"

"Better now! I'm gonna make sure they rest in peace properly!" Anthony drew out his staff, and readied into his fighting stance.

Harmon simply sighed.

"Tsk, tsk. Always the impatient one, I see. As much as I would love to indulge in your philistinism, I'm afraid I must conduct business with young Kote here. I'm a man of the world. Always busy it seems. Zana darling, you take care of this. I must be on my way."\

Harmon then slung the unconscious Kote over his shoulder and began to walk away with Kaos right behind him.

"You aren't going anywhere you son of a bitch! " Anthony lunged forward to Harmon's back to attack him, only to meet with the blade of Zana's nodachi. "Outta my way kid! The grownups are talking right now!"

" Funny. For a grown up, you don't seem to pack much. And I mean that in both regards." Zana delivered her remark as she started to trade blows with Anthony. He began to spin his bo to try and catch her in a circled movement, in which she anticipated and thoroughly dodged it by spinning in semblance with the bo's trajectory. In the middle of it, he went for a low kick to try and catch her off guard, in which she gracefully dodged by vaulting over his head and delivering a swift kick to the back of his neck. Barely feeling it, Anthony swiped his tail toward her while still in mid air, knocking her into the path of a tree. Sensing the tree was there, she managed to recover by planting both feet firmly on the side of the tree and using the momentum to launch herself back toward her target, where she drew out several of her knives, gripping them by the fingers in her right hand while handling the nodachi in her left. Anthony's senses quickly sprang off at the incoming blades, and promptly dodged the slices that Zana began to taking out. In the midst of the string, Anthony grabbed the arm and held her nodachi and threw her on the pavement, dropping it in the process. He then grabbed his bo and then slammed down the end with spikes down towards Zana. In the heat of the moment, she grabbed the bo's end with her left hand and began to struggle to keep it away from her. She then used her hand that had knives in it and aimed them at Anthony's shoulder, which hit dead on mark. Shocked at the impact, the grip of his bo loosened a bit. However a bit was all she needed, as Zana broke free of the hold, and retreated to a safe position.

Anthony pulled the knives out of his shoulder. Because of his rock hard scales, he didn't feel that much pain from, but could still feel his strength draining from the hit.

"Poison knives eh? This kid is pretty crafty." Anthony smiled as he placed his Bo on his shoulder

Zana then drew out another nodachi out of her pouch in her right hand, and then drew out a loaded pistol in her left hand. Regardless of her blank expression, she still had a glint of valor in her face, a glint that Anthony was not overlooking.

"Gotta say, it's been a while since I had a decent fight!" Anthony leapt forward in attack

Zana dashed forward at full speed with both weapons in hand.

"Zana Abriel. Eliminating target."

Part I of Trexwell Arc END.

Fro Ninja: Well now. Wasn't that something? If you liked it, please leave a comment, it really helps me grow as a writer! And look forward to part two being released sometime next week! Until then, one love!