Chapter-2: Shine
A young man shrouded in a silhouette of darkness walked the streets. He wasn't one of the many dwellers of these nasty days, he was doing what he felt was right to do in order to get the world back to normal. The bright blue haired kid stopped at a flag post and tilted his head up to look at the American flag. He shook his head and shudderd in disgust as he saw the flag in the distress position, upside down. It had been flown world wide like that for three centuries and he was planning on making his century the last to see it flown so wrongly. The kid picked his pase up and began to walk again but was soon stopped by three Street Dwellers. Street Dwellers were one of the lowest types of crime persons, but are extremely dangerous and difficult to deal with. They surrounded him and wasted no time in attacking. Like Velocer Raptor's, two came from the left and right while the third waited for the finish. The kid began to reach behind him but was stopped when the flat of someone's boot came across his face. His head recoiled from the impact as he was forced to the ground. The second Dweller came at him hard and fast with a series of punches and kicks, the kid was barely able to block each attack. The first Dweller grabbed him from behind and held him in place while the second hit him with a volley of punches to his face and abdomen. The kid used levarege from the Dweller that was holding onto him and managed to kick the second Dweller in the face, sending him back. Landing back on his feet the kid shifted his weight and flipped the criminal over his back and to the ground, before he could get up he stepped on his throat; breaking and shattering his vertibres. The third Dweller took action but the kid had enough time to pull out his Escrima Sticks and threw one at the Dweller, hitting him in the chest and going through him easily. As the third Dweller fell, the second got up and grabbed the stick he dropped and tried to attack him with it but failed miserably when the kid caught him with handcuffs and tying him by his hands. The boy pushed the Dweller to the ground and forced a knife deep into it's body. the knife went into his spine and got tangeled within the muscles and bones. The blue-haired child stood up and walked away as the Street Dweller slowly died in cold, hard, painful agony.
By the next day a Gang of Four had gathered at the dead bodies, they stunk of rotting flesh and gangreen. Flies flew around the bodies laying their eggs and spreading disease within them. "Damn, this is some nasty shit". A dark red haired girl exclaimed. "Can we please get out of here"? She pleaded. The others just looked at her for a moment. One of the others stepped forward with a reply. "I think we shouldn't tell Osiris about this, he would have a fit if he saw these bodies sprawled around like this, I mean the only person who could have done this would be the last Symbolic Animal." The others gasped in astonishment not having given that option a thought. "Lets just do something with these bodies and get back to the center". "Hey everyone look at this," another one of the gang called out, she reached into one of the Dweller's body's and pulled a knife and began to clean the blade with her shirt. "There is something written on it," she said as she finished cleaning it off. "It reads: You have been finished of by The Dragon: Chireresu Ana," she finished. The knife only shined in her hand as the script dissapeared from the blade.
A young man shrouded in a silhouette of darkness walked the streets. He wasn't one of the many dwellers of these nasty days, he was doing what he felt was right to do in order to get the world back to normal. The bright blue haired kid stopped at a flag post and tilted his head up to look at the American flag. He shook his head and shudderd in disgust as he saw the flag in the distress position, upside down. It had been flown world wide like that for three centuries and he was planning on making his century the last to see it flown so wrongly. The kid picked his pase up and began to walk again but was soon stopped by three Street Dwellers. Street Dwellers were one of the lowest types of crime persons, but are extremely dangerous and difficult to deal with. They surrounded him and wasted no time in attacking. Like Velocer Raptor's, two came from the left and right while the third waited for the finish. The kid began to reach behind him but was stopped when the flat of someone's boot came across his face. His head recoiled from the impact as he was forced to the ground. The second Dweller came at him hard and fast with a series of punches and kicks, the kid was barely able to block each attack. The first Dweller grabbed him from behind and held him in place while the second hit him with a volley of punches to his face and abdomen. The kid used levarege from the Dweller that was holding onto him and managed to kick the second Dweller in the face, sending him back. Landing back on his feet the kid shifted his weight and flipped the criminal over his back and to the ground, before he could get up he stepped on his throat; breaking and shattering his vertibres. The third Dweller took action but the kid had enough time to pull out his Escrima Sticks and threw one at the Dweller, hitting him in the chest and going through him easily. As the third Dweller fell, the second got up and grabbed the stick he dropped and tried to attack him with it but failed miserably when the kid caught him with handcuffs and tying him by his hands. The boy pushed the Dweller to the ground and forced a knife deep into it's body. the knife went into his spine and got tangeled within the muscles and bones. The blue-haired child stood up and walked away as the Street Dweller slowly died in cold, hard, painful agony.
By the next day a Gang of Four had gathered at the dead bodies, they stunk of rotting flesh and gangreen. Flies flew around the bodies laying their eggs and spreading disease within them. "Damn, this is some nasty shit". A dark red haired girl exclaimed. "Can we please get out of here"? She pleaded. The others just looked at her for a moment. One of the others stepped forward with a reply. "I think we shouldn't tell Osiris about this, he would have a fit if he saw these bodies sprawled around like this, I mean the only person who could have done this would be the last Symbolic Animal." The others gasped in astonishment not having given that option a thought. "Lets just do something with these bodies and get back to the center". "Hey everyone look at this," another one of the gang called out, she reached into one of the Dweller's body's and pulled a knife and began to clean the blade with her shirt. "There is something written on it," she said as she finished cleaning it off. "It reads: You have been finished of by The Dragon: Chireresu Ana," she finished. The knife only shined in her hand as the script dissapeared from the blade.