Chapter 5-Past Revealed, The Phantom
He checked himself again. Everything was ready, he was ready. Sio gave him instructions of where Stryfe and the others would be after he forced an agreement out of the young child to go with his new friends to Eagle Mountain. From the instructions, he should meet his old tribe before nightfall, knowing Stryfe's ways.
He looked down at the ring around his leather necklace. It was a token from her, and he would treasure it since it symbolized her love. Amber did tell him she would tell Bray the truth once he returned, and he trusted her to do so. Either way if she didn't, he would tell his best friend...even if it did mean losing Bray's trust and worst of all, his friendship.
He looked beside her bed, watching her sleeping so peacefully. A tear ran down his eye as he started feeling sad, thinking that this could be the last time he ever saw her. Even if it was, just one night with her was all worth it. He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, and walked out of the room, out of the mall, and out to the road that would lead him to the streets, to the forest, and to his ultimate challenge. And still, Jett wasn't even scared one bit.
Hours had passed since he had been walking non stop. He only stopped for a drink or some food to regain his strength. He knew he would definately need his strength. Jett was far out of the city and deep in the tropical forests. By now, he should've reached the Storm Raiders' camp, and it wasn't even dark yet. He guessed that either he was more faster than Sio or that the young scouter miscalculated on timing.
Jett's senses suddenly perked up. Something was wrong, right where he stood in an open clearing. The only thing was that the trees looked like they were trimmed and cut, and the ground set like a....trap? Jett smirked and shook his head. Rick could never make traps as good as Sio, and that was both a benefit and a risk of Sio going with Amber and the others. Without turning his head, he shouted from behind, "Rick, you really, really suck!"
Rick walked out from behind the bushes with a small grin and his hands on his hips. "You...are...the most unbelievable bastard. You know that?" Jett faced his friend and returned the grin. "And I take it that you're still under Sio's wing." Rick grinned. A minute later, the two embraced in a friendly hug laughing. "Come on, Stryfe's been waiting for you to get your ass down here." Rick said as he began walking beside Jett.
"What happened, Rick? I thought Stryfe said he would take no job to wipe out Phantom." Jett asked as he turned to his friend. Rick was quiet for a moment, but sighed and replied, "Well....I don't really no. Soon as this guy came in with a shit load of money, Stryfe did of course refuse. But then, Stryfe and the guy had a private talk, it looked serious. After a while, Stryfe came up to us all and said we're gonna take out Phantom. Period."
"Nobody reminded him about his rule?" Rick scoffed. "Do you think you're not the only who can stand a chance against Stryfe. Besides, I like the big son of a bitch that I would follow him anywhere. Just like the others would."
"Yeah, I see your point." The rest of the way to the Storm Raiders' camp was quiet. In minutes, Jett eyes went wide as he let out a silent and horrified gasp. In the camp was only two people: Rock and Trish. Stryfe was nowhere to be found. Jett turned quickly to Rick.
"W-what happened? Where's everybody else?" He asked, but before Rick could answer, Stryfe walked up and answered, "They're all dead and others we left at the HQ." Jett and Stryfe just stared at each other, neither moving in for a friendly handshake. "There was eight of us, until Hammer, Wyatt, and Gardner got their asses torn up by Phantom. Rock and Trish are hurt pretty bad. Rick hasn't even fougth him yet."
"Sio was pretty messed up. He barely survived if I haven't found him sooner. But he told me that you ordered him to go into the city in his condition and find me. So far, I don't see a damn thing wrong with you." Jett said. Stryfe let out a small laugh and pulled open his brown overcoat revealing a bandage with a small spot of dry blood on the side of his chest. "Barely saved my arm. Hell, barely saved my ass."
Jett crossed his arms over his chest. "Funny. I just remembered that you made a rule not to ever go near Phantom, being the psycho that he is." "Things change." Stryfe replied. "Yeah, so, what made you change your mind?"
Stryfe was quiet and looked away from the only boy who rivaled his fighting limit, or so he thought. Jett slowly walked up to him. "Stryfe, I've seen that look before. I don't like it, but now I hate it because it lookes more freakier." Stryfe turned and said, "The guy who paid us to kill Phantom was Top Hat."
Jett's eyes blazed with fury. "That cross-dressing, fruitcake fucker?!" He growled. "Now hold on," Stryfe began as he faced again to Jett, "We didn't know that he killed Lillian. When we did, well...I promised I'd leave him for you. I would've had Rock do it, but in his condition, he needs to be alive...especially since Trish is pregnant."
"Trish...pregnant? And you sent her to fight Phantom anyway?!?"
"He didn't know, Jett. When I told him and Rock, he quickly dragged me to the side and took my place beside Rock and Sio." Trish weakly said next to Rock. Jett looked down at Trish, his anger leaving him from seeing the honesty in her eyes. She was always the honest one of the tribe, complete opposite of Lillian. He turned back to Stryfe.
"That's not the only thing Jett. He said he wanted to see you...right away, as soon as you got here." Stryfe explained. "Said he had something important to discuss with you." Jett looked puzzled. Since when did that dark maniac ever wanna talk about something instead of talking like a prophet reading dark poetry and torturing his opponents.
"Did he say what..." "No." Stryfe replied before Jett finished. "He just said to see him when you got here." Jett shook his head. "Then I'll be right back." He began to walk away until...
"Jett!" Stryfe cried out. Jett turned and caught a long, red and strong staff. It was his weapon when he was a Storm Raider. "You never believed in the sword, even though you were a good as a swordsman as I am." Jett nodded and returned to his trail. Rock slowly stood up and limped over beside Stryfe who watched down at the path Jett ran to. "You should've given him a sword." Rock said.
Without looking, Stryfe only replied, "The hell for? We've had the worst luck with swords against Phantom." "Still, Jett is a lot more stronger than any of us together." Stryfe sighed and looked over at Rock. "I know. Still..." He looked back at the path way, "...Phantom was just as good as Jett."
It started to rain, he didn't seem to care. He stopped as something caught his sight. A huge grey stone wall that looked very, very old and torn down. Nevertheless, This is where Phantom was rumored to be. Jett could suddenly smell blood, it was then he knew that Phantom was indeed here. Infact, he was very close.
"Funny, isn't it?" A voice came from way in front. Jett's eyes snapped forward, and in his sight was a dark figure in an all black cloak. This was Phantom. Jett swung his lance under his arm, preparing for Phantom's advances. Phantom, even though his face could not be seen from under his hood, looked over his shoulder. "So, you've come to play as well. Just like your other friends."
"You...murdering bastard." Jett hissed. Jett slowly started to move towards Phantom. Phantom continued to stare at Jett from over his shoulder. "Indeed. Killing is what I do. After all, I was a Storm Raider too if you remember." "Yes, sadly I do. Stryfe kicked you out though because of your horrid ways. You're a walking nightmare come true."
Phantom laughed as he turned back around. He then reached into his cloak. Then, waving in the air in his hand was a file folder. On it was stamped "Top Secret" and "Eagle Mountain," But what would Phantom be doing with a file folder? "In my hand lies the answers, Jett. In my hand is what you've been searching for all along. Trust me," Phantom the turned facing Jett, "It explains a lot."
Jett only smirked and shook his head. "How would you know that the file in your hand has something to do with me?" Phantom started to laugh. "Jett old mate, it's quiet a long story. You remember when I was to leave the Storm Raiders. Well, when I did, it was starting to storm...just like now. Then suddenly, I found this abandoned lab on Eagle Mountain while I was taking shelter and going through some things just to read. Oh, trust me Jett, even THIS shocked me as well. But like I said, it definately explains a lot."
He tried not to show it, but now Phantom had made Jett very anxious to see just what was in that file folder. If it was about him, he knew he had to see it. Phantom could see it in his eyes. This made him smile under his hood. "So the "ultimate warrior" wants what's mine. Well....you can have it..." Phantom placed the file folder back in his cloak, "...if you can beat me."
"Gladly." Jett whispered.
Phantom was the first to attack. Phantom leaped up in the air sent a flying kick to Jett's head. Jett quickly ducked down before contact. Jett then jumped slightly and hit Phantom against the back of his head with a spinning round house kick. Phantom groaned and staggered forward, but regained his balance in time to see Jett through a punch to his face. Phantom caught Jett's fist in his bare hand and twisted his arm. Jett winced in pain, but managed to gain enough strength and smash his foot against Phantom's knee which was hidden under the cloak. There was a violent crack, then Phantom's cry filled the air as he fell on one good knee. Jett, able to free his hand, sent another punch which this time smashed against Phantom's hidden face. Phantom's head flew back, knocking off the hood. His face, finally revealed, was deathly pale with a large scar running down his left eye.
"Damn. You've been under that hood for so long. You really need to get back under the sun." Jett smirked.
Phantom quickly crawled back from Jett as soon as he recovered from Jett's vicious punch. His hand then went over something, something wooden. It was Jett's staff. He must've dropped it when he ducked Phantom's flying kick. Seeing this as his chance to bring the odds against Jett, Phantom tightly gripped the staff. Jett started to advance, but Phantom, with his other hand, through a small pile of mud in the young man's face. Blind for a moment, Jett wiped the mud from his face, only to feel his side on fire after Phantom slammed his own staff against his hip. Jett fell on his knees while gripping his side, but soon it vanished in seconds as Jett discovered his own weapon over Phantom's head. He was ready as Hell's fires burned in his eyes.
Phantom brought the staff down hard, but Jett grabbed the staff with one hand, using no effort at all. Jett pulled his hand up and back to him, and the staff broke in half. Phantom's eyes went wide in horror. He knew Jett's staff was made of very powerful oak. Yet, Jett managed to break it easily. That's when he knew, after reading the notes in the file folder himself, everything was true about Jett.
Phantom fell back as he weak knee gave out, while Jett, an evil grin on his face, slowly stood up. "Do you wanna continue, or should I end your life here?" Phantom breathed heavy, clutching his chest. He then reached underenath his black cloak and pulled out the file folder and handed it in front of Jett. Jett's evil grin turned into a satisfied smile as he took the file folder. "Thank you."
He then walked away as the rain stopped poring down. He untied the file folder, opened the cover and started reading the notes inside. The first said:
"Dr. Neilson's Journal 103,
It has been a week now since the young child has been in our care. His recovery from whatever vicious accident is highly negative. Almost nothing can save him now. There is, however, a good chance that his life will be saved, but I fear it will be very contraversial should news ever get out to the public. We are continuing to work on the new youth formula, but now we might be able to come up with a great solution to save the 4-year-old child. My assisstants and I will be working on the first of it's kind by this boy. The Project is titled Project: Jett."
Jett's mouth slightly dropped. That was his name and also this mysterious project's name?! He flipped over to the second note.
"Dr. Neilson's Journal 104,
It is completed. A huge success. The young child has been saved from death. Though he will be human, we have made the young boy into an enhanced human being, an android. We were able to replace some of his damaged organs with artificial parts, all except his brain and the most important, his heart. Also, we were able to download combat skills in his mind, thanks to the evolution of technology. Jett truly is remarkable though. After we ran tests on the 4-year-old boy, and the results show that Jett is more than we imagined. In fact, when he first woke up, he immediately asked for some pizza. Through his combat skills, well, he is like a super soldier. After successfully finishing all of our tests, he walked up to me and gave me a hug, thanking me for turning him into Iron Fist! Iron Fist though is only a comic book! Later on though, the boy passed out. It must have been from the exhaustion of our tests. Anyway, I have immediately decided to be the fully responsible for this young child. My wife and I have been wanting a child for some time now."
Jett, an android?! An enhanced human?!! In one way it sounded cool, but a cold chill ran down his spine as he turned to the other note. It was not a journal, but rather a data information sheet.
"Subject V3E7, or Jett as we call him, will indeed be the only of his kind now. A meeting with the government has changed our actions into creating more like Jett. We simply cannot built androids. The only reason why Jett was a success was due to the fact of him being human before. In a way, Jett has become what we call a mega man, like the video game character. Truely, he has the best of both worlds. We have, however, blanked out all his memories from before and now, and can only hope that he does not find out who and what he really is. Therefore, all information of creating any other enhanced humans will be destroyed except this piece. Dr. Neilson says it will be better if we keep this so that one day, when he is ready, Jett will be able to discover the experiment."
His eyes went wide in horror. He realized now that the doctors didn't want to save his life, but use him for an experiment of their own! It was like Frankenstein! He flipped page after page. On the next few pages were blue prints of a little boy's body, and enhancement parts which were pointed to both his arms and his legs. He screamed in rage and threw the entire folder down to the wet ground. It was all clear. The bones in his arms, his likes, and part of his spine was replaced with enhancements. He was an experiment to all those damned scientists in Pandorax! He fell on his knees and slammed his fists to the ground as he cursed them, all of them.
"Cheer up, mate. After all, it's not like everyday that a loser like you gets some pretty neat toys inside their body." Phantom laughed, in vanished into the dark as he yelled out, "Oh and I saw some group of kids head up to Eagle Mountain on my way here! I wonder why a certain girl with her hair tied in blond knots was wearing your necklace!"
Amber's name came out as a whisper from his lips. Phantom must have something horrible up his sleeve, but how could he have known they were coming? The answer suddenly hit Jett. He stormed up from the ground, but stood standing as he saw Stryfe leaning against a nearby tree. He wasn't looking at Jett. "Did you find your answer?" He asked Jett. "Yes." He replied.
Stryfe then looked over at Jett. "Then me and the others will head back to headquaters. I believe you have some friends to help. Here." He tossed something to Jett. Jett caught it in mid-air. In his hand was Stryfe's sword, the powerful Death Force, in a black leather scabbard. The blade was sharp and thin like a samurai sword only not curved, and the handle was like a long black flashlight without the switch, the batteries, or strange and circular patterns. It was indeed a powerful sword, nevertheless. Jett looked puzzled at Stryfe.
"A going away present." Stryfe replied, and then turned without another word and headed back to the others. Jett stood in the rain, stunned. Stryfe would never give up Death Force as a going away present. Jett put his thoughts aside and strapped Death Force behind him, then ran fast as he could into the heart of the forest. If he was right, Eagle Mountain wasn't very far.
Stryfe returned to camp, only to see Top Hat looking over Trish and Rock. Rick stood beside them, ready to protect his injured tribemates. "What do you want?" Stryfe asked in a sharp tone. Top Hat turned and smiled to Stryfe. "If it isn't our big brave and daring leader!"
Top Hat slid over beside Stryfe. "Did you collect?" Stryfe shoved the ringmaster away from him and walked to over to the others. "No." He replied. Top Hat's face turned red in anger as his fists clenched. "I thought we had a DEAL!! YOU KILL THE ONLY PERSON IN MY WAY OF KILLING JETT AND RULING THE CITY, AND IN RETURN, I PAY YOU GREATFULLY!!"
"No need to shout, skunk head. I know what are deal was." Stryfe took a sip of water from his bottle. "However, deal is off for a certain reason."
"Which is?" Top Hat asked.
The sound of a whooshing blade filled the air, followed by the sicking sound of a blade thrusting through flesh. Top Hat dropped to the ground with a thud, a small knife sticking from his forehead. Stryfe smiled. "For killing a beautiful young girl who was on the verge of a good life with her soulmate."
It was the break of dawn. Sio and Tai-San rested under some shade from the morning sun. They were right on Eagle Mountain, and very close to the lab. Something then caught Sio's eye, making him nudge Tai-San. "They're at it again."
Across from them, Amber was resting on a quilt beside Bray. His arms were wrapped around her waist. She smiled up at him and pressed her lips with his in a soft kiss. Tai-San frowned. Amber had not revealed to Bray about her love for Jett, and from the looks of it, didn't seem interested at all into telling Bray about her night with Jett.
"They really are incredible." Sio spat out. "I mean, a romance like that is something you don't see often." Tai-San shook her head. This was going to shatter Jett badly.
He checked himself again. Everything was ready, he was ready. Sio gave him instructions of where Stryfe and the others would be after he forced an agreement out of the young child to go with his new friends to Eagle Mountain. From the instructions, he should meet his old tribe before nightfall, knowing Stryfe's ways.
He looked down at the ring around his leather necklace. It was a token from her, and he would treasure it since it symbolized her love. Amber did tell him she would tell Bray the truth once he returned, and he trusted her to do so. Either way if she didn't, he would tell his best friend...even if it did mean losing Bray's trust and worst of all, his friendship.
He looked beside her bed, watching her sleeping so peacefully. A tear ran down his eye as he started feeling sad, thinking that this could be the last time he ever saw her. Even if it was, just one night with her was all worth it. He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, and walked out of the room, out of the mall, and out to the road that would lead him to the streets, to the forest, and to his ultimate challenge. And still, Jett wasn't even scared one bit.
Hours had passed since he had been walking non stop. He only stopped for a drink or some food to regain his strength. He knew he would definately need his strength. Jett was far out of the city and deep in the tropical forests. By now, he should've reached the Storm Raiders' camp, and it wasn't even dark yet. He guessed that either he was more faster than Sio or that the young scouter miscalculated on timing.
Jett's senses suddenly perked up. Something was wrong, right where he stood in an open clearing. The only thing was that the trees looked like they were trimmed and cut, and the ground set like a....trap? Jett smirked and shook his head. Rick could never make traps as good as Sio, and that was both a benefit and a risk of Sio going with Amber and the others. Without turning his head, he shouted from behind, "Rick, you really, really suck!"
Rick walked out from behind the bushes with a small grin and his hands on his hips. "You...are...the most unbelievable bastard. You know that?" Jett faced his friend and returned the grin. "And I take it that you're still under Sio's wing." Rick grinned. A minute later, the two embraced in a friendly hug laughing. "Come on, Stryfe's been waiting for you to get your ass down here." Rick said as he began walking beside Jett.
"What happened, Rick? I thought Stryfe said he would take no job to wipe out Phantom." Jett asked as he turned to his friend. Rick was quiet for a moment, but sighed and replied, "Well....I don't really no. Soon as this guy came in with a shit load of money, Stryfe did of course refuse. But then, Stryfe and the guy had a private talk, it looked serious. After a while, Stryfe came up to us all and said we're gonna take out Phantom. Period."
"Nobody reminded him about his rule?" Rick scoffed. "Do you think you're not the only who can stand a chance against Stryfe. Besides, I like the big son of a bitch that I would follow him anywhere. Just like the others would."
"Yeah, I see your point." The rest of the way to the Storm Raiders' camp was quiet. In minutes, Jett eyes went wide as he let out a silent and horrified gasp. In the camp was only two people: Rock and Trish. Stryfe was nowhere to be found. Jett turned quickly to Rick.
"W-what happened? Where's everybody else?" He asked, but before Rick could answer, Stryfe walked up and answered, "They're all dead and others we left at the HQ." Jett and Stryfe just stared at each other, neither moving in for a friendly handshake. "There was eight of us, until Hammer, Wyatt, and Gardner got their asses torn up by Phantom. Rock and Trish are hurt pretty bad. Rick hasn't even fougth him yet."
"Sio was pretty messed up. He barely survived if I haven't found him sooner. But he told me that you ordered him to go into the city in his condition and find me. So far, I don't see a damn thing wrong with you." Jett said. Stryfe let out a small laugh and pulled open his brown overcoat revealing a bandage with a small spot of dry blood on the side of his chest. "Barely saved my arm. Hell, barely saved my ass."
Jett crossed his arms over his chest. "Funny. I just remembered that you made a rule not to ever go near Phantom, being the psycho that he is." "Things change." Stryfe replied. "Yeah, so, what made you change your mind?"
Stryfe was quiet and looked away from the only boy who rivaled his fighting limit, or so he thought. Jett slowly walked up to him. "Stryfe, I've seen that look before. I don't like it, but now I hate it because it lookes more freakier." Stryfe turned and said, "The guy who paid us to kill Phantom was Top Hat."
Jett's eyes blazed with fury. "That cross-dressing, fruitcake fucker?!" He growled. "Now hold on," Stryfe began as he faced again to Jett, "We didn't know that he killed Lillian. When we did, well...I promised I'd leave him for you. I would've had Rock do it, but in his condition, he needs to be alive...especially since Trish is pregnant."
"Trish...pregnant? And you sent her to fight Phantom anyway?!?"
"He didn't know, Jett. When I told him and Rock, he quickly dragged me to the side and took my place beside Rock and Sio." Trish weakly said next to Rock. Jett looked down at Trish, his anger leaving him from seeing the honesty in her eyes. She was always the honest one of the tribe, complete opposite of Lillian. He turned back to Stryfe.
"That's not the only thing Jett. He said he wanted to see you...right away, as soon as you got here." Stryfe explained. "Said he had something important to discuss with you." Jett looked puzzled. Since when did that dark maniac ever wanna talk about something instead of talking like a prophet reading dark poetry and torturing his opponents.
"Did he say what..." "No." Stryfe replied before Jett finished. "He just said to see him when you got here." Jett shook his head. "Then I'll be right back." He began to walk away until...
"Jett!" Stryfe cried out. Jett turned and caught a long, red and strong staff. It was his weapon when he was a Storm Raider. "You never believed in the sword, even though you were a good as a swordsman as I am." Jett nodded and returned to his trail. Rock slowly stood up and limped over beside Stryfe who watched down at the path Jett ran to. "You should've given him a sword." Rock said.
Without looking, Stryfe only replied, "The hell for? We've had the worst luck with swords against Phantom." "Still, Jett is a lot more stronger than any of us together." Stryfe sighed and looked over at Rock. "I know. Still..." He looked back at the path way, "...Phantom was just as good as Jett."
It started to rain, he didn't seem to care. He stopped as something caught his sight. A huge grey stone wall that looked very, very old and torn down. Nevertheless, This is where Phantom was rumored to be. Jett could suddenly smell blood, it was then he knew that Phantom was indeed here. Infact, he was very close.
"Funny, isn't it?" A voice came from way in front. Jett's eyes snapped forward, and in his sight was a dark figure in an all black cloak. This was Phantom. Jett swung his lance under his arm, preparing for Phantom's advances. Phantom, even though his face could not be seen from under his hood, looked over his shoulder. "So, you've come to play as well. Just like your other friends."
"You...murdering bastard." Jett hissed. Jett slowly started to move towards Phantom. Phantom continued to stare at Jett from over his shoulder. "Indeed. Killing is what I do. After all, I was a Storm Raider too if you remember." "Yes, sadly I do. Stryfe kicked you out though because of your horrid ways. You're a walking nightmare come true."
Phantom laughed as he turned back around. He then reached into his cloak. Then, waving in the air in his hand was a file folder. On it was stamped "Top Secret" and "Eagle Mountain," But what would Phantom be doing with a file folder? "In my hand lies the answers, Jett. In my hand is what you've been searching for all along. Trust me," Phantom the turned facing Jett, "It explains a lot."
Jett only smirked and shook his head. "How would you know that the file in your hand has something to do with me?" Phantom started to laugh. "Jett old mate, it's quiet a long story. You remember when I was to leave the Storm Raiders. Well, when I did, it was starting to storm...just like now. Then suddenly, I found this abandoned lab on Eagle Mountain while I was taking shelter and going through some things just to read. Oh, trust me Jett, even THIS shocked me as well. But like I said, it definately explains a lot."
He tried not to show it, but now Phantom had made Jett very anxious to see just what was in that file folder. If it was about him, he knew he had to see it. Phantom could see it in his eyes. This made him smile under his hood. "So the "ultimate warrior" wants what's mine. Well....you can have it..." Phantom placed the file folder back in his cloak, "...if you can beat me."
"Gladly." Jett whispered.
Phantom was the first to attack. Phantom leaped up in the air sent a flying kick to Jett's head. Jett quickly ducked down before contact. Jett then jumped slightly and hit Phantom against the back of his head with a spinning round house kick. Phantom groaned and staggered forward, but regained his balance in time to see Jett through a punch to his face. Phantom caught Jett's fist in his bare hand and twisted his arm. Jett winced in pain, but managed to gain enough strength and smash his foot against Phantom's knee which was hidden under the cloak. There was a violent crack, then Phantom's cry filled the air as he fell on one good knee. Jett, able to free his hand, sent another punch which this time smashed against Phantom's hidden face. Phantom's head flew back, knocking off the hood. His face, finally revealed, was deathly pale with a large scar running down his left eye.
"Damn. You've been under that hood for so long. You really need to get back under the sun." Jett smirked.
Phantom quickly crawled back from Jett as soon as he recovered from Jett's vicious punch. His hand then went over something, something wooden. It was Jett's staff. He must've dropped it when he ducked Phantom's flying kick. Seeing this as his chance to bring the odds against Jett, Phantom tightly gripped the staff. Jett started to advance, but Phantom, with his other hand, through a small pile of mud in the young man's face. Blind for a moment, Jett wiped the mud from his face, only to feel his side on fire after Phantom slammed his own staff against his hip. Jett fell on his knees while gripping his side, but soon it vanished in seconds as Jett discovered his own weapon over Phantom's head. He was ready as Hell's fires burned in his eyes.
Phantom brought the staff down hard, but Jett grabbed the staff with one hand, using no effort at all. Jett pulled his hand up and back to him, and the staff broke in half. Phantom's eyes went wide in horror. He knew Jett's staff was made of very powerful oak. Yet, Jett managed to break it easily. That's when he knew, after reading the notes in the file folder himself, everything was true about Jett.
Phantom fell back as he weak knee gave out, while Jett, an evil grin on his face, slowly stood up. "Do you wanna continue, or should I end your life here?" Phantom breathed heavy, clutching his chest. He then reached underenath his black cloak and pulled out the file folder and handed it in front of Jett. Jett's evil grin turned into a satisfied smile as he took the file folder. "Thank you."
He then walked away as the rain stopped poring down. He untied the file folder, opened the cover and started reading the notes inside. The first said:
"Dr. Neilson's Journal 103,
It has been a week now since the young child has been in our care. His recovery from whatever vicious accident is highly negative. Almost nothing can save him now. There is, however, a good chance that his life will be saved, but I fear it will be very contraversial should news ever get out to the public. We are continuing to work on the new youth formula, but now we might be able to come up with a great solution to save the 4-year-old child. My assisstants and I will be working on the first of it's kind by this boy. The Project is titled Project: Jett."
Jett's mouth slightly dropped. That was his name and also this mysterious project's name?! He flipped over to the second note.
"Dr. Neilson's Journal 104,
It is completed. A huge success. The young child has been saved from death. Though he will be human, we have made the young boy into an enhanced human being, an android. We were able to replace some of his damaged organs with artificial parts, all except his brain and the most important, his heart. Also, we were able to download combat skills in his mind, thanks to the evolution of technology. Jett truly is remarkable though. After we ran tests on the 4-year-old boy, and the results show that Jett is more than we imagined. In fact, when he first woke up, he immediately asked for some pizza. Through his combat skills, well, he is like a super soldier. After successfully finishing all of our tests, he walked up to me and gave me a hug, thanking me for turning him into Iron Fist! Iron Fist though is only a comic book! Later on though, the boy passed out. It must have been from the exhaustion of our tests. Anyway, I have immediately decided to be the fully responsible for this young child. My wife and I have been wanting a child for some time now."
Jett, an android?! An enhanced human?!! In one way it sounded cool, but a cold chill ran down his spine as he turned to the other note. It was not a journal, but rather a data information sheet.
"Subject V3E7, or Jett as we call him, will indeed be the only of his kind now. A meeting with the government has changed our actions into creating more like Jett. We simply cannot built androids. The only reason why Jett was a success was due to the fact of him being human before. In a way, Jett has become what we call a mega man, like the video game character. Truely, he has the best of both worlds. We have, however, blanked out all his memories from before and now, and can only hope that he does not find out who and what he really is. Therefore, all information of creating any other enhanced humans will be destroyed except this piece. Dr. Neilson says it will be better if we keep this so that one day, when he is ready, Jett will be able to discover the experiment."
His eyes went wide in horror. He realized now that the doctors didn't want to save his life, but use him for an experiment of their own! It was like Frankenstein! He flipped page after page. On the next few pages were blue prints of a little boy's body, and enhancement parts which were pointed to both his arms and his legs. He screamed in rage and threw the entire folder down to the wet ground. It was all clear. The bones in his arms, his likes, and part of his spine was replaced with enhancements. He was an experiment to all those damned scientists in Pandorax! He fell on his knees and slammed his fists to the ground as he cursed them, all of them.
"Cheer up, mate. After all, it's not like everyday that a loser like you gets some pretty neat toys inside their body." Phantom laughed, in vanished into the dark as he yelled out, "Oh and I saw some group of kids head up to Eagle Mountain on my way here! I wonder why a certain girl with her hair tied in blond knots was wearing your necklace!"
Amber's name came out as a whisper from his lips. Phantom must have something horrible up his sleeve, but how could he have known they were coming? The answer suddenly hit Jett. He stormed up from the ground, but stood standing as he saw Stryfe leaning against a nearby tree. He wasn't looking at Jett. "Did you find your answer?" He asked Jett. "Yes." He replied.
Stryfe then looked over at Jett. "Then me and the others will head back to headquaters. I believe you have some friends to help. Here." He tossed something to Jett. Jett caught it in mid-air. In his hand was Stryfe's sword, the powerful Death Force, in a black leather scabbard. The blade was sharp and thin like a samurai sword only not curved, and the handle was like a long black flashlight without the switch, the batteries, or strange and circular patterns. It was indeed a powerful sword, nevertheless. Jett looked puzzled at Stryfe.
"A going away present." Stryfe replied, and then turned without another word and headed back to the others. Jett stood in the rain, stunned. Stryfe would never give up Death Force as a going away present. Jett put his thoughts aside and strapped Death Force behind him, then ran fast as he could into the heart of the forest. If he was right, Eagle Mountain wasn't very far.
Stryfe returned to camp, only to see Top Hat looking over Trish and Rock. Rick stood beside them, ready to protect his injured tribemates. "What do you want?" Stryfe asked in a sharp tone. Top Hat turned and smiled to Stryfe. "If it isn't our big brave and daring leader!"
Top Hat slid over beside Stryfe. "Did you collect?" Stryfe shoved the ringmaster away from him and walked to over to the others. "No." He replied. Top Hat's face turned red in anger as his fists clenched. "I thought we had a DEAL!! YOU KILL THE ONLY PERSON IN MY WAY OF KILLING JETT AND RULING THE CITY, AND IN RETURN, I PAY YOU GREATFULLY!!"
"No need to shout, skunk head. I know what are deal was." Stryfe took a sip of water from his bottle. "However, deal is off for a certain reason."
"Which is?" Top Hat asked.
The sound of a whooshing blade filled the air, followed by the sicking sound of a blade thrusting through flesh. Top Hat dropped to the ground with a thud, a small knife sticking from his forehead. Stryfe smiled. "For killing a beautiful young girl who was on the verge of a good life with her soulmate."
It was the break of dawn. Sio and Tai-San rested under some shade from the morning sun. They were right on Eagle Mountain, and very close to the lab. Something then caught Sio's eye, making him nudge Tai-San. "They're at it again."
Across from them, Amber was resting on a quilt beside Bray. His arms were wrapped around her waist. She smiled up at him and pressed her lips with his in a soft kiss. Tai-San frowned. Amber had not revealed to Bray about her love for Jett, and from the looks of it, didn't seem interested at all into telling Bray about her night with Jett.
"They really are incredible." Sio spat out. "I mean, a romance like that is something you don't see often." Tai-San shook her head. This was going to shatter Jett badly.