Chapter 2
"Ah, man, I wanted some of that!" one of the six watchmen whined as they gazed upon their fellow soldiers encircling Eureka from their post on Darnell Hill.
"Quit your cryin' and keep an eye out for any rescue attempts!" said the guard in charge of the overseers. "Besides," he added with a hungry grin, "we'll get even better once we capture the entire Gekko. From what I heard, there're some luscious babes aboard."
"And from what I see, you won't get to meet them…any of you!" purred a soft baritone voice from behind.
Almost right after the guards turned to face the speaker they momentarily lost themselves in a fit of roaring laughter at the sight of a twelvish-looking boy with shoulder-length aqua blue hair, triangular bangs, determined yellow eyes, a gunmetal gray vest, a thick and vast cape matching the vest in color, a creamy yellow under-tunic, baggy crimson pants, and gray combat boots. Hanging from the boy's relaxed grip was a jagged-looking sword.
So they're laughing, Locus thought to himself, much amused by the soldiers' outbursts. Well, I'll consider it a good thing. At least they get to make their last laugh a good one.
"Heh! That's cute! Very cute!" chuckled the lead guard while wiping tears from his eyes. "Nice outfit, sonny, but we'd rather you go play hero somewhere else. I mean, if that's your sister or your girlfriend down there, then sorry, but she violated military guidelines, and, well, it's up to us to make sure she's punished properly." The guard on his left nudged him as if to say, "Seriously."
"She did, did she?" the boy retorted with a sly grin. "Well it seems that you, the military, have violated certain guidelines by responding to this girl's violating yours."
"Hey, hey, no need for riddles kid," spoke up one of the guards on the end. "Look, we get the idea. She's your girlfriend, you don't wanna lose her because she's the best thing that's ever happened to ya', and now you're gonna 'cause she broke the rules. We get it!"
"Now you get this!" asserted the commanding overseer. "We're the military. You can't handle us. Now we suggest that you leave now, or we'll be forced to take you out."
"Pfft! You're all so hopeless!" spat the boy as he hacked through the air with a single-handed swing of his blade. "How about you leave-"-he shot up off of the ground, launched himself into a rapid somersault, and landed in front of the lead guard, the blade held beneath his throat-"-or regret doing otherwise!"
Two guards began running for the group down below in a state of alarm and panic as the remaining four, including the encountered trooper, went for their guns.
A reflexive slice through the jugular and the leader was down. Soon, showers of bullets emitted from all sides came raining down upon the boy. But a blinding vortex of flips and spins, with the blade held tightly up against the boy's chin, deflected all lines of fire, taking out one guard in the process.
Don't even need my sword for this one, thought Locus as he summoned with his eyes two gigantic spires that materialized in midair from scattered gravel and pockets of tightly-packed dirt and crushed the remaining guards surrounding him.
"As for the escapees," muttered Locus as he shifted his gaze to the sudden drop in elevation, where there accumulated mounds of granite to from an enormous boulder that splattered the last of the overseers.
The girl's bone-chilling screams urged Locus to hurry on down.
Up next, the iffy Chapter 3, where Eureka, after an…interesting attack…meets Locus.