Chapter 3
The cameras were constantly following her. Alley knew it too, no matter where she went. They trailed her. She knew if she were to make or create anything, it would have to be done in the utmost secret. She had a plan for Metal Knight, but now she needs to find a way of making it. Perhaps the best solution was to go to her room and try and forge it from there.
"Oh, I don't believe I met you before."
Alley paused to the voice. She turned and came face to face with Sweet Mask himself. Yet, the moment he looked into her eyes, he was taken aback. "Wait… no… she didn't!" he protested.
"Who or what are you talking about?" she demanded.
"Your mother… your mother is Melee Brawler isn't it?" he questioned. Alley nodded her head, Sweet Mask's face began to drain of color. "She… she did it… ugh!" he appeared sick to realization.
"If you are referring to the fact that my mother slept with my father and were intimate with each other, then yes. That's how babies are made!" she said sarcastically. "I'm barely 2 and I already know that!"
Sweet Mask was confused. "Wait… two? You're two!?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "We grew up fast."
"WE!?"
"Is he bothering you sis?"
Sweet Mask went a lighter shade of white as he slowly turned. He came face to face with Pac and Hunter who stared at him with great confusion. "Hm, this is the guy women go crazy about? I'm not impressed." Said Pac.
Sweet Mask forced a smile. "I see your father's arrogance is hereditary as well."
It was so quick, not even Mask knew what hit him. He felt a hand around his throat, he was suddenly lifted off his feet and pinned to the wall. Pac held him there, his eyes glowing red when he said. "Do not speak poorly of my father!" he warned. "We have lost him and my mother. My brother, sister and I are in NO MOOD for anyone's smark comments about our parents. This is your only warning" he dropped him shortly after.
Sweet Mask held his throat, but was surprised. "They're dead?"
Alley wept, Hunter looked away, Pac, tried to stay strong. "Yes," he whispered. "Not that it matters to you."
The three walked off, Pac wrapped his arms around his siblings in comfort, yet Sweet Mask appeared devastated. "Melee…" he muttered.
The triplets made their way to their quarters. As soon as the door closed they inspected the rooms, top to bottom looking for bugs or anything, yet, to be safe than sorry, Pac used his third eye to speak with his siblings.
'He's watching us from every angle. This whole place is bugged. Every piece of technology belongs to him, he has access to it!' said Pac.
'For now he does, I need to find a place where I won't be watched. I know I can beat him at his own game!' thought Alley.
'Either way, whatever we do we have to be careful. Everyone, watch yourselves' commented Hunter.
His third eye closed, Pac gave a nod to his siblings and moved on. He will take in more of the association, perhaps finding a place where Alley could work in quiet, but he doubt he would be anywhere in the building Metal Knight constructed.
Pac walked past the dojo room once more, he and Hunter trained well today. He was surprise as to how much his brother wanted to learn and how hard he was willing to work. Today alone Pac corrected his stance, posture and movement for fist of flowing water. Despite knowing OF the technique, Hunter can't quite execute it to it's fullest power. He has no doubt it will take little time for his brother to prefect it. After he will move on to the more complex material.
Peering in, Pac saw Kamikaze… also known as Atomic Samurai. He was training his disciples in the room when Pac looked in. But they were quick to notice him. "Hey, stay out of here! We don't want you spying on us you little freak!"
Pac pushed the door open, they all nearly dropped their swords in shock. "I'm not so little anymore."
Atomic sneered. "Look, kid, sorry about your parents. No disrespect to you, but I don't trust you or anything that came from… that." he said.
"That… my father… figures you would close your mind to him. Not like it matters anymore."
Pac turned to leave, but heard Samurai call out to him. "Tell you what, I won't say another bad thing about your dad if you show me how you slice an apple. If I determine it to be good, I'll shut up about him."
The challenged intrigued him. "You will? How do you want me to slice the apple?" he asked.
Atomic smirked. "Show me what you got."
In an instant, the apple was thrown right at him. Atomic never specified as to how the apple needed to be sliced. No one saw Pac's hands move just before the apple reached his hand. Instead it merely appeared as if he caught it and threw it right back to Atomic out of disinterest. Yet as it did, it split into 4 sections, one for each disciple and one of Atomic. They all caught their piece, Pac displayed one other in his hand before saying. "Thanks for the apple," and walked away.
He just took a bite of it when he felt his presence. "Wait… come back… how did you do it!" called Atomic.
Pac turned. "Does it matter?"
Atomic appeared rather confused to it all. Still, no one saw Pac's hands move as he sliced the apple. He finished his sliver before walking away. A small smirk came over him though; Atomic can no longer speak poorly of his father.
