KG: Sadly I still don't own Scryed so don't get your hopes up that I'm going to stop writing this thing. NONE of this is on the show it's all made up in my brain while I sat on the pot.
KG: Flames welcomed except don't call me an idiot for not following after all the characters in the show. I made them all die so that it makes Kazuma look like a psycho so get used to it haha.
Mom: You suck get a life.
KG: Thanks mom ok so what happened last time was Kazuma killed some guys and squatted one in the forest. No I'm kidding on the squatting plus he's in the plains there is no forest.
Sweat trickled down his pecs from his neck and down his back as he dragged his feet, kicking up dust with every step. His grimy hair stuck to his face from the lack of shampoo in the past few weeks, knotted and untamed. Dirt took residence in his fingernails and blisters resided among his feet. The gloves he used to own were shredded from jagged rocks that his hand slipped on and cut through. The cut was getting noticeably infected.
He stopped for a second and looked up to the sky, watching the thin the cloud that hovered over him, probably formed from the sweat that evaporated off of him in the heat. After deciding the position of the sun, it was determined that it was four in the afternoon and was about to get overwhelmingly cold as it did every night.
Without much thought, he sat down and spread his legs apart while he took out the remaining dried jerky, ate it, and drank the rest of his water. He found a knife and a strip of jerky on the two guards but was too hungry to leave the strip he found for later.
As he bit down on the jerky, he felt the sand from the air being gritted against his teeth.
"If only they weren't there…I would have taken that car," Kazuma thought to himself.
His voice was getting hoarse from the dry region. It made water difficult to drink and jerky harder to swallow. It involved continuous chewing and a lot of labor for such a small task.
Giving himself a few more moments of peace, he leaned forward and pushed himself off the ground to make sure it would only take once to stand up and not a multiple amount of times.
Before he could start his walk onward, he looked forward to see what was ahead. The heat was rising off of the ground but in the distance he could make out small structures. Kazuma wiped the sweat from his eyes and brow to see if it was really there and decided he wasn't hallucinating.
Zero-Two K woke up to see the soldiers were packing up and loading their equipment into the truck. A group of soldiers stood there talking about how some private and his teammate Brigham were missing. The leader, what Zero-Two K called Lieutenant, told them to forget about those men and that they'd leave their sorry asses behind.
Zero-Two stood up and brushed the sand from his clothes and washed his mouth out with a canteen of water then walked over to the Lieutenant.
"We leaving?" he questioned the leader.
"You shouldn't walk up to me without addressing me," he scolded Zero-Two.
"I'm not one of your men, get used to it."
"Yeah we're leaving," he finally answered.
He turned his back on the Lieutenant and sat in the back of the vehicle next to the two men that looked exactly like him. Across was a scientist who bio-engineered them. Zero-Two found out when he was born as a full-grown man that he was just a copy, expendable, and so were his brothers.
All they were assigned to do was kill a few hundred people in the city then go hunt down a man that looked exactly like them except his hair was supposedly longer. They hadn't ever seen this man personally but once they found him they would kill him, plain and simple.
He looked left to his brother Zero-One. His face was emotionless like his brother, Zero-Three. They hadn't ever developed a personality for some reason. Defected or difficulties in the procedure due to the scientist's failure. They were still competent and strong however so they were useful enough.
Zero-Two took another look at the scientist who studied furiously on his computer, typing in radically and furious strikes to the computer. Zero-Two looks down at his feet and feels the truck come to a stop.
"We just started less than ten minutes ago why are we stopping again?" he says aloud.
"Look over there!"
Zero-Two and the scientist stand up and squint at a black object lying on the ground. He pulls some binoculars out from his equipment bag and focus' them to see that its two people lying on the ground, Brigham and his partner.
The medical-unit studies them and briefs the soldiers on what appears to have happened.
"Brigham's face is smashed in from the temple, he died on impact it seems. His Private Cho's eye burst in his socket somehow and was shot in the stomach, half his arm was eaten away by his own stomach acid. Their hands aren't bruised; it looks like they were attacked at their blindspot or from behind…" he concluded
"How far away do you think the culprit is?" the scientist asked.
"Could be as far as twenty miles from here walking, the acid went through bone and that would take a long time. He must have had all day to walk, we're guessing westward, since he's been walking west since he left the Lost Grounds and went onto the continent."
"So you're saying it's that Kazuma guy?" Zero-Two asked.
"He's probably the only one out here," the med replied.
Zero-Two sat back down next to his brothers, even after the news, they didn't flinch or move an inch at all. The scientist sat back down and exchanged a look with Zero-Two then focused on his work again.
After another hour of walking, he stepped foot into the town and walked into a bar that housed no doors, just a whole where they should be. Only two people occupied the bar, the bartender, and an old man who had a little amount of wrinkles but owned gray hair and a thick white beard. His lips were chapped and his hands shaky on his glass of beer.
"I've never seen you here. Who might you be?" the bartender asked.
The bartender looked like an aging man, white was forming at his temples in his black hair and thin lines of white streaked the rest of it. He had a sincere smile but his eyes were cold and blue.
"I need water," Kazuma said hoarsely.
The bartender quickly got a glass of water and handed it into Kazuma's hands. He drank it thankfully and set himself in one of the chairs, sulking down and looked at his lap.
"I'm Kenji," the bartender said.
Kazuma forced the glass forward and asked for more. Kenji took it and poured another glass for him. Kazuma drank it with one breath and set it back down. The two men looked at him awkwardly. Noticing his dirty clothes and ragged hair, also the cuts on his face from him trying to shave with a knife and without water.
"I'll get you cleaned up," Kenji said. He asked the old man for help and they took him to Kenji's home, letting Kazuma take a shower and get into some new clothes. He cleaned out his cut and put anti-bacterial ingredients on it and a bandage.
Kazuma got out and dressed. He stood in front of a mirror with the loose clothes of the bartender and walked into the living room to see both the men sitting on a couch with no seating, just wood. He walked over to a separate chair and sat himself down looking at the two men. His voice was coming back and he felt much better although most of the knots still existed in his hair. Getting them out would be hell and he decided to do it a little later.
"Sorry I never told you my name, it's Kazuma."
"Oh its fine," the old man said. His voice was surprisingly strong for an elder man.
"Yes um there is a barber down the road if you'd like to go to him," Kenji offered
"No, I'm fine I just need a comb and something to keep me from screaming."
"Let me get you one," Kenji said and left the room to get one.
"So… what's is this town?" he asked the elder man.
"Just a settlement. We never really gave it a name it's just a resting point for a city west of here. Have you been to the city?"
"No I'm trying to reach it though what's it like?"
"It's truly amazing… it's like…a magical barrier stops the plains from killing the grass that grows there. The greenest grass I've ever seen with these old eyes. Where are you from young man?" he asked
"I'm from the Lost Grounds…" Kazuma waited for a reaction but the man simply smiled and nodded.
Kenji came back in the room with a comb and handed it to Kazuma bowing politely. Kazuma exchanged the gesture and stood up.
"Excuse me I'll be back once I'm done," he told the two men.
He stepped into the second bedroom of the house and took his towel that he used after the bath. It was a dark blue but the dirt was still easily noticeable on the towel. He found a clean spot and put it in his mouth. He took the comb and ran it fast through his hair, ripping out a handful but tearing out the knots. He screamed into the towel and after a few more strokes, the knots were gone and the towel was damp with his saliva. He threw the hair away in a nearby trash can and walked back into the living room offering the comb back to Kenji.
"Thank you very much," Kazuma said with the comb in hand.
"Keep it I have no use of it with this gray hair, its going to fall out soon anyway," Kenji and the old man laughed loudly.
Kazuma looked at them and couldn't help but let out a smile. The two men shortened their laughing and slowly came to a big smile while Kazuma slipped the comb into his pocket next to the knife.
"Where's that barber I still need a shave," he said smiling at the two men.
"Down the road you'll know it when you see it. The only one with doors," the elder man said.
"If you want to talk again or stay the night just come back to the bar alright?" Kenji asked?
"Yes of course thank you very much again."
He walked to the entrance and looked to his right. While walking down the road he saw a few kids playing with a ball. Kazuma glanced over and the children stopped and watched him pass. Again, he felt rejection and a sense of being an outsider just like in the city. A short while later, he saw the wooden double doors to the barber. He opened them and saw the only two seats in the small building.
"Sit right down please," a young woman said to him.
Kazuma saw the striking beauty of her and walked peacefully to the chair and took a seat.
"What do you need sir? Haircut, shave…" she was about to continue when Kazuma replied
"Shave please."
"Okay Mr…"
"The name is Kazuma," he said, embarrassed that his voice was a little hoarse and shaky. She didn't seem to notice or care and opened a drawer with shaving cream and a blade. After a few minutes, he was clean-shaven and washed up.
"I don't have any money so I can't pay you…but I'll make it up to you I'll help around if you want," he insisted.
"Oh it's no problem honest," she said
"Well…if you ever need help just ask me okay miss…"
"Kasumi," she said for him
"Well Kasumi thank you," and he left
He made his way back to the bar but before he could he saw a whirlwind of dust spinning from the eastern horizon. A truck was making its way here. He ran to the house the man stayed at and got into his clothes that the man washed for him, taking the comb and knife out of the pockets of the pants and putting it in his own. The clothes were still wet and were drying but he didn't mind.
Making his way out of the door he heard the vehicle stop and park. He peeked outside to see what was going on and saw that the town had gathered to see what was going on.
"We're looking for a man," a tall man in a soldier uniform said loudly. "We think he came through here," he continued
"Nobody came through here that we know of," Kenji shouted to the man.
A movement from the back of the truck hopped out after a signal from the tall man. The man looked just like him in almost every way except his hair was short and his face emotionless, hardened. He reached for Kasumi, grabbing her by the neck and took out a pistol, aiming it at the temple of her head.
"If you're hiding him, she dies."
"No please don't hurt her we aren't hiding anybody!" a woman cried out.
The tall man snapped and the look-a-like pushed her forward. Kazuma felt relieved for a second until he saw the man raise the pistol and shoot her in the back of the head, watching her brains splatter on the dusty ground in front of the feet of the children.
Kazuma felt an overwhelming feeling flow through his entire body. Hatred built up inside of him, a feeling he hadn't felt since Kanami was killed. His right arm felt lighter and felt himself turn into his alter form.
"Exterminating First Bullet!" he cried out as her ran towards the truck. His arm cocked back ready to punch.
The man looked at him in a stupor and froze, in shock that the man was charging at him.
From the back, Zero-Two heard the roar from the man. He ran out of the truck and dived forward, feeling the truck's explosion push him forward. After a few rolls on the ground, he was lying next to the other two trucks that followed.
Kazuma felt his knuckles press firmly against the grill of the truck and watched it ripple at the strike to the truck. It then ignited while Kazuma watched the tall man combust on top of it. The truck then folded over and killed the people in back but he saw one man jump out and fall unconsciously on the ground.
He then thrust his head to the right to see the look-a-like still facing in the same position he had been when he killed Kasumi. Kazuma then put his fist to the man's skull, feeling it shatter and spraying him in the face. The body fell to the ground where Kazuma pummeled the man's chest, smashing his ribs and collarbones. Only after he saw the bones protrude from the skin, he stopped and got up
KG: What a turn of events. I felt bad killing Kasumi but it's a tragedy story and it won't be long until Kenji and the old man and the children die too. Poor Kazuma…