A man draped in a black cloak sat in a throne-like chair. He was covered by many ornate robes, and slouched in the chair, slightly like an oversized whale. He was bald, and had brown eyes. He had a sour look on his face, and a piercing glare. He stared at the door, and Cirion ran in.
'General Cirion, you are late' he said, in a deep voice.
'I am very sorry, Lord Dryak, but there has been a revelation by Major Razor' Cirion said.
'And what is it?' Dryak said, a bite of impatience in his voice.
'Well, the old woman he is holding is a prophet' Cirion said, 'and he is trying to get a prophecy out of her. Also, the annoying threesome is heading for Razor's town. Hopefully, they'll be drawn in, and Razor can kill them.'
'You underestimate them' Dryak said, 'we have the son of a legendary warrior, another powerful warrior, and?'
'Adam… sir…' Cirion said.
'You imbecile!' Dryak shouted, 'you let him escape? Do you know who he is? He is the son of Matt! Another legendary warrior! We cannot have that! First you blunder the killing of James, and now you mess this up!'
'But-'
'BE GONE!' Dryak shouted, angrily, 'if you mess up the Project, you'll become a marked man as well!'
'Which Project-'
'DO NOT ASK STUPID QUESTIONS!' Dryak shouted, throwing a bowl at Cirion, who ran out of the room.
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The trio made their way out of the desert, and sneaked into the relatively unguarded town. It was as dark and dank as the last town, but there was less activity. Many of the people seemed sad and depressed, and happiness seemed to drown out of the heroes.
'Can we get out of here?' James asked.
'What's the matter?' Andrew asked, 'scared?'
'Listen, we have to go through here to get to the tower' Spyke said, pointing to the Dryak Tower.
The three men set off down the road, and made their way towards the Tower. They frequently ducked and dodged between people and objects whenever a Dark Knight walked past, careful not to get spotted by them. The last thing all of them wanted was to raise an alarm.
A young woman, of about James and Adam's age walked out from seemingly nowhere, and bumped into James. She had long brown hair, and dark brown eyes. She wasn't depressed like the others, and had an air of mystery around her. James immediately apologised to her, and asked if she was all right.
'I'm fine' she said, 'I'm Michelle.'
'Nice to meet you, I'm James' James said, introducing himself.
'Hello,' Michelle said, 'wait, there is one thing you can do for me.'
'What's that?' James asked, as Spyke and Adam made their way over.
'My mother is being held hostage' she told James, 'can you save her for me? I'll be eternally grateful.'
James face quickly spread into a wide grin, and he agreed. James then ran off down the street, and Spyke and Adam ran after him. James then stopped in an alley, and Spyke reprimanded him.
'Why did you agree?' Spyke asked, 'you wanted to get out of here! And we'll never defeat Dryak at this rate!'
'Be quiet' James replied, 'she'd be grateful if we rescued her mom, and then…'
'You like her, I presume' Adam asked.
'She looks ugly' Andrew said to himself, 'perfect for the idiot then.'
'Yeah' James said, with a glazed look over his face.
'Idiot' Spyke said, before walking off.
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An old woman was tied up in a chair in a darkly lit room, with only one light, shining above her. A thin, muscular man was standing in front of her. He had jet-black hair, which was spiked in every direction, and a goatee. He was wearing a black suit, with a green tie on. He pulled off one of his green gloves, and slapped it across the old ladies face.
'Don't think just because you're a woman, I'll treat you differently' Razor said, slapping her again.
'What do you want?' she pleaded.
'What we want is a prophecy' Razor answered angrily.
'I told you,' she said, whimpering, 'I can only tell prophecies when it is time!'
'Wrong answer' Razor said, and he slapped her again, before putting his glove back on, 'maybe it's time to use more force.'
'Um, perhaps not!' a voice said.
Major Razor spun around, and looked at the door. Three men were standing at the door, and they all looked at Razor with slight disgust on their faces. Razor laughed and then clapped them sarcastically.
'Well, well, well!' Razor said, 'you finally arrived!'
'What?' all three blankly said.
'I've been waiting for you!' Razor said, before running at Spyke.
Spyke jumped upwards and landed behind Razor. Razor kicked Spyke in the back, and then turned around. Spyke disappeared, and reappeared behind Razor. Spyke kicked Razor in the back, and he stumbled forwards. Spyke then kicked Razor in the face, and Razor fell to the ground. James and Adam untied the old woman, and led her out of the room.
'I'll kill you!' Razor shouted at Spyke, when he realised this.
'Redundant claim' Spyke dismissed, kicking Razor into a wall, knocking him out.
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'Thank you!' Michelle said, practically screaming.
She hugged her mother and proceeded to dance happily. She then hugged Adam and Spyke, before hugging James for the longest amount of time. She then kissed him on the cheek, and then walked off, leaving James grinning, and slightly embarrassed.
'I can't thank you enough' Michelle said.
'Oh it's all right, but-' James began.
'What the hell is happening to your mom?' Adam asked suddenly.
Michelle's mother's eyes had rolled, and only the whites of her eyes could be seen. She was also drooling, and was rocking from side to side. The three heroes looked on in horror, but Michelle shrugged her shoulders.
'She's going to say some prophecy' Michelle said, 'it's usually over nonsense though.'
'One day… one day after the world was saved by the line of Saiyans, delivered from destruction from a parasite, someone would be infected… infected by something greater and more deadly than anything else in the world…' her mother droned, 'the mind and soul tortured, the broken mind will be freed… the Ultimate will be born… but everything will become less clear than before…. The Ultimate will be unstoppable for all…'
'The infection…a tortured mind?' Andrew whispered, laughing, 'say hello to the Ultimate!'