Ka'Shard was in despair, his lifelong friend (It seemed like a lifetime) was gone. The man who had taught him so much in one night was gone. He thought it would be him to help him get started in life.

He turned to the rubble and felt his eyelid begin to twitch. Jack couldn't be gone. He decided to experiment with his newfound power. He launched his hand to the air and saw it float like a balloon. He pulled back and saw the fist drop to the ground with a powerful blow that only just scuttled a few miniature rocks across the black street.

He charged up his fist again, in attempt to send it higher into the air. The fist managed to gain a slightly longer latitude. He pulled back again, and the fist exploded on impact as well did the a big hunk of rock on the edge of the rubble.

He charged it up again, he saw his fist lighting up with firey red sparks. He closed his eyes, and he subconsciously sent charged his other fist. A spark scorched his left cheek. He burned in pain, and began to mutter under his breath. His hands were becoming more spastic than an old man's back. He felt them tremble as the fiery energy overwhelmed them. He managed to keep it together when he finally rocketed both his fist into the black sky.

"What are you doing outside a heap of rubble/"

Ka'Shard turned his head and saw 4 beings. 2 were men, and the other 2 were some kinds of savage beasts. Both men wore long trench coats with the hue of midnight blue. They also wore black hats that covered their left eyes. Their black shoes seemed to be adjusted to be the exact same shape of their foot. Each man had to silver pistols in brown, leather holsters with intricate designs. One man had a long ragged, crusty, scar in his left cheek. The other man was simply pale and porous and seemed to only be able to breath through his mouth.

The two beasts were held in chains by the 2 men. The beasts were mud brown in their fur and their nostrils continually snorted angrily. Their feet were like the stubby man's version of a foot. Their black toe knuckles rose high above the height of the foot. Their tall, buff, legs allowed them to tower over their masters. They were slouched however due to humped backs that were almost the size of their heads. Their heads were shaped like an oversized mouse, and their burnt yellow eyes went right in front of the face with no visible eyelids. Their pointy ears drooped beneath their long black ram-like horns that curved downwards like an overturned moustache. Their arms were mountains of muscles and reached over to the ground like gorillas with their black hands turning back.

Ka'Shard turned back and his mind returned to the thought of his airborne fists. He knew the men were still behind him watching him, disturbing him. He turned slightly and saw them through the corner of his eyes, staring blankly as this limbless stranger stood with his hands floating in the air, twitching his eyelid at a big chunk of debris.

Ka'Shard growled, "What do you want with me?"

The pale man asked, "What happened to the tunnel?"

Ka'Shard replied, "I don't know, it just collapsed," he turned his head, "Is that all you wanted?"

One of the beasts lashed out at Ka'Shard but was held back by the pale man. "You look like a trouble maker. Are you a troublemaker?"

Ka'Shard glared at the man, then up to the sky, where his trembling hands contributed to the sweat on his face, and answered, "I'm not stirring up any trouble, sir. I'm just trying to help by clearing this pathway."

The man with the scar stroke up, "It looked like you were having some trouble there, and you looked pretty angry with all you shakiness. What's in there? What do you need so bad? Why do you need it now? Do you have something to hide? Or are you just plain insane in the brain?"

Ka'Shard unexpectedly whispered, "What would you say.............if I said yes?"

The man with the scar walked over to him, "Are you admitting insanity?" he rose his arm in the air with 3 fingers up, "Does your craziness have commendation by you?"

Ka'Shard muttered, "You need to answer me first. What would you say...............if I said yes?"

The pale man walked over to the man with the scar and said, "He was defacing public property too, chief."

The man with the scar laughed as his beast lashed out at Ka'Shard, "You know, you're right. His fists also are interfering with flight paths. And of course, foreigners must fist come to the capital and receive a grant of habitation. You were told on the trip over here, I believe?"

Ka'Shard raised his eyebrow. He had no idea what any of what they said meant. Should he admit ignorance, or should he deny it? Would he admit insanity? He felt insane. He felt his mind and soul being barricaded by a black gate that towered over his simple thoughts, and the hopes of something wonderful and new spontaneously generating were being abolished. He felt his thoughts stabbing him like a thousand frozen knives piercing his flesh with no end in sight. His yearn to learn was ever so big, but these were being diminished as a single bad experience began to sink into his head like a bloodthirsty parasite. Would it have been better if he just died after jumping off the building after he woke up. He then again, felt like he'd rather end his life now, then to go through the pain and peril that he felt would assuredly haunt him throughout his life. What had he gotten into?

The man with the scar continued on, "You still manage to keep your fists up there? Do you know what you're doing? Do you realize your fists are in the air hanging limply?" one of the beasts lashed out again at Ka'Shard. "These are Phenolanierains. These are intelligent, bloodthirsty beasts that can devise devious plans to take out their helpless prey. They were brought to this planet to be merely providers of fur, but we found a greater use for them, troublemakers. Now that the law is in our hands, we've been using these to send fear into the hearts of men. henolanierains are great devices, and will gladly bring a mangled traitorous body to their masters. They thrive on blood, and they'll feast upon yours if you don't give us a straight answer."

Ka'Shard saw the man raise his hands again with 4 fingers now standing upright, he saw shadows further along the street. This must have been some sort of backup. There was no hope for Jack, he was on his own, dead or alive. Alive? He thought dead or alive to himself. How strange it was, he didn't want to go on or yet he did. No matter he saw the bloodthirsty Phenolanierains lashing out at him with their wide yellow eyes.

The man with the scar asked, "So are you a criminal, or are you insane? It doesn't matter how you answer, you'll be in our custody anyway. Do you want to spend your days with men brooding on what they had done or what they "haven't" done, wondering how they got into such a place? Or do you want to spend your days with another group of lost souls, mystery to themselves, no sense of direction in their life because their brains have been attacked with a mutant parasite that knocks their heads about and leaving them no free will?"

Ka'Shard's hands continued to tremble and then his eyes burned in horror as he saw the men slowly letting go of the chains restraining the Phenolanierains. Hi hands couldn't stand floating any longer, he just let go. The Phenolanierains attempted to pounce on Ka'Shard when the fists dropped sending the nearby guards flying back. The heap of rubble was knocked into tiny particles which would be probably now flying somewhere into someone's unprotected nostrils. The tunnel was clear and he saw a limp figure there. He saw a limp Jack Slarter.

Ka'Shard recoiled in horror and turned around. The man with the scar was running back, he assumed the pale man to be lost in the blast. There were more men in blue trench coats coming after him. He had to face the inevitable. He saw all of them grab their pistols in unison. About 10 men with 2 guns each adds up to 20. He saw golden light spewing from the pistols. The lights were growing in abundance and wrapped around themselves in a ball. He saw the ball finally charge out of the pistol and went right across his cheek.

Ka'Shard felt his cheek burning. He put his hand up to rub it, and then he realized, a chunk of skin was gone. Another blast had gone right by his head. He weaved out of the way and another blast gave the back of his head a haircut as he ducked.

Ka'Shard stood in a pose that made him look fearless. His eyes glinting with rage and his eyebrows swooping downward like an unfinished 'V'. His feet were flat on the floor and his cape was flapping in the wind. He began to clench a fist as another blast skidded across the bottom of his cape. He launched his fist upwards and began running towards his enemies. It seemed that when he wlaked forward the floating fist would go with him. it would only fall if he jerked it back. He got near a trenchy and jerked it back to send him to sleep.

Another blast charged after Ka'Shard but he skillfully ducked. He jumped forward heroically as his cape swooshed up in the air, and punched his contender right in the face. The man dropped his pistol and put his hand in front of his face and began to fall back. Ka'Shard made sure of that by striking another blow.

Another blast hit the ground near his feet as he bent over to grab the fallen man's pistol. Ka'shard pushed the trigger and saw it light up with raw power. Another shot went at him and he responded by subconsciously doing a sideflip and releasing the trigger of the silver weapon. The opponent stood still and horror as he saw the ball of light hit him right between the eyes.

Ka'Shard tapped the pistol happily and saw a little shelf pop out. He saw in front of him a target symbol He turned around and around oblivious to the shots coming at him. When ever the target symbol was in front of a fleshy man it would grow larger and large leaving a green oval floating above the ground. Ka'Shard pulled the trigger and the man was dragged right into the target and disintegrated.

Ka'Shard felt another blast go by the top of his head and turned around. He saw a green oval in front of him. he rolled skillfully to the left, pushed his pistol shelf back in and took a weak but quick shot at his enemy. He then charged it up and began to strafe left and right as his enemy kept on shooting continuous shots at him. Ka'Shard finally let go and smote his enemy.

He saw 5 men in the distance with the scarred one in the front. He ran mercilessly, growling, and shooting like mad. His emotions were sending his shots off trajectory and nary a man was injured. He eventually found himself right in front of the scarred man. He didn't see all man shoot at his foot. A surge of pain went through Ka'Shard. He stepped back and then the scarred man grabbed his chin and brought him face to face. That was unfortunately over when he mercilessly punched Ka'Shard right in his skinless cheek. An orange light spewed out of Ka'Shard's mouth as his face turned to the left uncomfortably. He turned his face back only to be punched again.

Ka'Shard stepped back and quickly sent a weak fist into the air and dropped it onto the scarred man. He stepped over him with his shelved pistol creating a green oval in front of him. Ka'Shard then felt a blast hit him in the back and he fell forwards with the gun pointing at another man. The blast flew out and struck another man.

Ka'Shard turned around and knocked his once hidden enemy to the ground. He saw the scarred man and the four other man charging up their guns. He ran left and right on the black street when 5 yellow balls came straight at him. Ka'Shard jumped up and only injured his already injured foot.

A green oval now stood in front of the delirious Ka'Shard. He felt himself being dragged right to the scarred man. Right before he reached the green oval it disappeared. The scarred man grabbed his face again. "Your attempts are useless, don't you want to go the insane asylum? It's the right place for garbage like you. We're taking you out. As corny as that may have sounded, your end is near my friend. Don't even try. You can't fight us, we're too powerful, and that power will ever grow. You're just a spec in our reign of power over this land. It's over for you, might as well live with your fellow lost souls."

Ka'Shard noticed that the rain had stopped but the darkness remained and lowered his spirits slightly. He saw the man's face reddening.

"Asylum............ or death?"

Ka'Shard smiled and replied cooly, "Neither."

The scarred man punched him again in his diminishing face and held up his hand with 5 fingers raised.

The scarred man continued on, "You know, it's sad that it has to end so early on. Goodbye, my friend."

Ka'Shard was growing weary. He now saw 5 green ovals starting to glow. He charged both his fists mightily and sent them over to his contenders. The ovals dilated more and more as his fiery lay above sparking at his unreasonable enemies.

aHe sweat dripped down the side of his face and hissed once in contact with his skinless cheek. His hands trembled and he couldn't keep hold of it before. he was weakening, if he didn't let go his strength seemed to slowly decrease. Ka'Shard was in pain as the green ovals stood before their target of a limbless man with his hands high up in the air.

Ka'Shard dug through his mind and saw himself jumping off a building in a dark descent only to take the life of someone else, a small man. The small, green man, with a broken bottle. Did he wish to swap places........ or not. What was he to do? A ring of fire surrounded his enemies now.

The place was now pitch black. All he could see were the shapes of their eyes, and it somehow reminded him of the lot where the tunnel started. It reminded him of the place he was ambushed by invisible enemies. He exploded.

He couldn't stand it anymore. Sweat dripped, fists dropped, ovals dragged, and a voice behind him shouted, "Laddie!'