Scenebreakers 3 for POV and location change. One is for flashback.

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There was so much blood. Luckily, Shiki and Luminaria were able to hide Shindou and Archer before anyone else saw. Right now, Shindou was on the way to a hospital courtesy of Shiki. The brunette seemed unaffected by the amount of carnage but the little things like the slight quiver in her breath gave way her fear. Luminaria couldn't blame her. She felt the same, only much less restrained. After Shiki was finished with resetting and tightening of Archer's bandages to keep his ribs in proper healing order, she went over to Shindou and asked for Luminaria's help in moving the bloody mess back up to Archer's room. Preparations were painstaking and the transfer was a balance of delicacy and rough haste. They had to make sure not to jostle the wounds further but they also had to make sure that no one would see them in midday as well. It was hard but they succeeded. Shindou's wounds were cleaned and treated with the best first aid could do before Shiki took him to the hospital.

Luminaria almost felt jealous of Shiki. "I have a friend who's a doctor. He'll take care of Kengo without asking too many questions. Till I come back, please stay with Archer. He's pretty unstable even now. I won't be long.", the brunette's words echoed in Luminaria's mind.

The frightened blonde could barely stand being in the presence of Archer. She didn't know that when she gave him the device that he would use it so violently. She had given him the power to do evil while all she had hoped was for him to survive. She gripped her skirt as she silently asked herself, "Did I do the right thing? Kengo-san?".

Police sirens blared outside as men in blue swarmed the underground crime scene. The blood was left there and it wouldn't be long till questions were asked but as long as possible, Luminaria wished that no one would approach her ticking time-bomb of a charge. There was no telling when he might do something like he did awhile ago.

"Nnnrrgh", Archer groaned awake as he opened his eyes. The frightened blonde immediately went to his side in case he sat up or something. Shiki had told her not to let Archer move his ribs too much. Archer saw Luminaria reaching over and pressed his rising shoulders back down. He tried to sit-up again but the blonde held firm.

Luminaria saw Archer about to open his mouth to ask why she was holding him down and immediately answered the unspoken question, "Your ribs won't heal properly if you keep moving them. Shiki-san told me".

"I see", Archer quitted his struggle to sit upright at those words. Shiki had told him a lot of things concerning his past injuries, she was usually right about them. The fact that he overstrained his ribs during the fight was just another thing to add to the already long list. "Speaking of which, where is that brunette bimbo?", Archer looked around. "Scratch that. What happened? Last I remember, I was beating the hell out of Shindou and... Nngh", Archer raised a hand to his temple. Some kind of pressure from inside his brain made his head ache.

With what happened just minutes before fresh in her memory, Luminaria let go of his shoulders, afraid that he might go wild again or something.

'You're too angry', a voice spoke in Archer's mind.

The teen-ager was struggling with the pain. Lunamaria cowered in the corner as she watched him keep himself from thrashing about.

'Calm down', the voice commanded in Archer's mind.

"Gyaaaargh!", Archer screamed out much to Luminaria's terror.

'Quiet!', the voice overpowered all other thoughts and sensations. Immediately, Archer fell still on his futon. His breathing was quick but deep with limbs sprawled all over and tangling the sheets. His back was to his watcher, not giving her a clue to wethe r he was alright or not.

The blonde, who was currently scared out of her wits and shaking quite badly, gathered her courage and crawled cautiously over to Archer's side. "Are you okay?", she asked him unsurely. There was no reply and Luminaria rolled the teen on his back. She saw that he was asleep and tucked him back in without waking him up.

She was surprised so much, when Archer's hand shot up and grabbed her wrist, that she almost screamed. "Where's Shiki?", he asked the blonde. This time, he seemed less sore about it and a bit... concerned, though for what she couldn't tell.

"She took Shindou-san to the hospital", Luminaria replied, a bit shakily.

"That's... good", Archer dropped his hand to his side. He looked a bit pensive before locking his gaze up to the blonde and asked, "The police?".

"They're down at the parking lot, checking on the scene", Luminaria felt a bit more relaxed sensing him to be completely calm now. She saw some of Archer's stocked bottles of water and thought to ask, "Are you thirsty Archer-san?".

"A little would go a long way", Archer answered cryptically. Luminaria understood anyway and went to look for a glass under the heaps of stuff Archer had. Said teen on the other hand, was thinking deeply. 'What the hell happened back there?', he thought of when he half-killed Shindou. It felt wierd, like another force took over. Sure he was pissed that Shindou took him lightly so he gave the bastard a couple of broken ribs and jaw to remember by, but for blood to spew everywhere. He couldn't remember it all clearly but he was sure that blood was everywhere. His ribs were sending jolts of warning pain that they could no longer bear the burden he put on them, but still he continued to pound away at the bloody figure as he remembered. Why did he go so far? The fight was already pointless, there was no form of resistance or defiance, nothing worth continuing the assualt for. If Shiki hadn't screamed his name, he would've lost himself completely and killed the guy.

An old mug was held before the long-haired teen filled halfway with water. He looked up at Luminaria questioningly, as far as he remembered, he didn't own mugs cups or whatever. The blonde only answered in a stutter of, "I-I-I f-f-found it in y-your closet". Archer nodded suspiciously and took the drink.

Archer hissed in relief as the cool liquid touched his bruised lips. That Shindou really hit him hard in the face this time. He was thinking over what he did and concluded that what's done was done, there was no need to dwell on it. The issue at hand was the authorities. After that large mess he left, Archer doubted that the police wouldn't get involved sooner or later.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

'Right on time', Archer thought boredly. He stared at the shadows dancing in the small light from the creaks under the door. "Can you get that?", Archer told his blonde watcher.

"Oh, right. Okay", Luminaria stuttered as she got up to open the door. As soon as the clicking sound of the locking mechanism being opened was heard, Luminaria was pusshed back by the sudden intrusion of a man in his early forties with the beginnings of a beard growing on him and a brown coat that identified him as a detective.

Men in blue police uniforms were with him. All in all, there were now five new faces in Archer's cramped apartment. Archer noticed this and told the detective, "Detective Fusui, how many times have I asked you not to bring an entourage into a cramped room. Last time, you tried to fit fourteen police escorts into my hospital room".

The middle-aged man frowned and signaled for his men to leave. Luminaria, who was behind the door, watched as the disgruntled policemen walked out in a sloppy and grumbling single file line. Once all of them were out, Archer and the detective broke out into huge grins. "How've you been sonny boy?", The detective gave Archer a big hug.

"Bah, not much", Archer stiffly hugged back through his injured ribs.

"Sorry 'bout that kid. The boys were looking forward to a bust. Knew it was your handiwork when I saw it. The new guys were pretty shocked with all the blood though. Got stabbed did'ya?", the detective tapped Archer's ribs.

Archer flinched and gingerly touched his wounds saying, "Close enough". "How's the scene anyway?", Archer asked the detective.

"Pretty bad, that mess'll need a couple days to scrub clean and people are talking about someone getting killed. ", the detective took out a smoke and lit it. He took a long drag before saying, "Now I can condone your fighting and stuff since I went through a pretty rough age myself, but answ er me honestly.". The detective stuck his face right in front of Archer with the question, "Did you kill anyone?".

Archer tipped his head to the side and lightly shook his head with the answer, "Don't worry, I didn't. He's almost dead but Shiki is making sure that he's gonna pull through just fine."

"Shiki?", Fusui raised an eyebrow in question. A moment later, a look of realization appeare on his face as he said, "Oh, you mean your girlfriend?".

"She's not my girlfriend old man", Archer lay on his futon grumpily, wishing he didn't have to deal with ths right now.

"Oh really?", the detective asked slyly. "She always seems to be running around you with bandages and the like af ter every scrape you get into.", detective Fusui voiced out his observations.

"Shut up", Archer pulled up his blankets over half his face to hide an oncoming blush of indignity.

"Uuum... Excuse me", a quiet voice interjected.

The middle-aged detective turned his head towards the direction of the voice and was surprised at her presence . "Why hello there!", he greeted jovially.

"Err... Yes, hello. Archer-san still needs his rest. Please finish quickly.", Luminaria asked with the memory of Shiki's instructions.

The detective turned to Archer and nudged him cheekily, saying, "You sly dog, why didn't you tell me about this cute little blonde here?".

"God old man. Shut up and go away.", Archer grumbled and tossed the covers over his head.

"Aww, don't be shy", the detective chuckled.

Archer could take it no longer and exploded in anger. He tossed his covers off and began throwing his pillows at the elder man screaming profanities of, "Get the hell out old man!".

"Oh shi... Ow! You don't have to hit me that ha- Hey! watch where you're aiming. Oi! no low blows", detective Fusui screamed out every now and then as he dodged pillow after projectile pillow.

Luminaria watched the seen unfolding before her with much trepidation and dodging of sleeping gear. Her eyes were wide in both shock and fright of what Archer could do with things as seemingly harmless as pillows.

He finally surrendered to the teen's wishes and left saying, "Fine, I'm going.". Archer listened to the door slam shut, leading to led back into his futon, muttering curses and what not about annoying detectives, their innuendos and making his wounds open up again. Luminaria was still pretty surprised about what had just happened and took a small step when the relative silence which had reigned over the apartment for 2 seconds was rippe d apart yet again. The door slammed back open and detective Fusui said, "I forgot but be careful around these parts. Just yesterday, there was a huge explosion reported around here.". With that said, the detective left the apartment alone for good.

Luminaria went and sat by Archer, remembering the fight between the ant-man and the teen. It did make a huge explosion and it would have been odd if no one had noticed it. Something weighed heavily on Luminaria's head so she asked, "Archer-san. What are you going to do from now on?".

Archer lay there and faced away from the blonde, keeping his answer to himself.

Luminaria decided not to pry further and stood up to go look for food to give Archer. She was stopped by his voice though. "I don't know", Archer declared. She looked back to him and saw nothing but his back but he continued to speak without facing her.

"I honestly don't know what I'll do with this power I have ... But as long as it's with me then I'll fight whatever comes against my path.", Archer replied to her earlier question without looking back. To do that he'd have to learn how to control himself, it wouldn't do to have the police swarming his place just cause he half-killed a bunch of troublemakers. The problem now was this disturbing feeling churning in his gut. He didn't know why but Archer felt that something big was happening with him smack dab in the middle of it all without him knowing.

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A young man in an acid green shirt whistled at the crowd of police. He ran his right hand through his hair, feeling the cold touch of his silver bangle. "That guy sure knows how to make a mess", he sighed. He then grinned and lazily walked away from the apartment building, his white sneakers barely making a sound as they scraped against the pavement. "I guess he won't be able to use biosouls anytime soon. Unless he wants to lose himself in an assimilation reaction.", the guy rambled on to himself. "It's rather interesting that we were the ones chosen for this war. One is still learning his powers and the other...", he paused and looked towards the direction of where he felt a large fluctuation of life energy only biosouls would be capable of. "is being quite the busy bee", he finished and disappeared into the crowd.

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The red-eyed boy from the night before stepped into an empty office building devoid of any life, not even the normal rat nor ant. It was all so dusty with the furniture covered by cloth and dust. "Perfect for a thing like you", he dusted his clothes as he glared a the creature before him. A bone white crow man with a grotesque and skeletal face and physique. It was covered in feathers that did not look soft at all and wings attatched to its arms from the shoulder to its wrists. The boy raised his hand that held a card by his finger tips and brought it to his heart. "Rider gear, activate.", the boy called out.

Circuit like lines shining in red light riddled his skin and coiled about. Slowly, armor materialized over him. The familiar wing-like visor took shape and soon formed the helmet over his head. The vest like armor covered his torso as smooth cloth like material covered his skin. light bracers snapped over his forearms as did lightly armored greaves adorn his feet. With that the transformation completed. The light in the lines shone their brightest as the transformation finished and blasted out a huge gust of wind and dust as they went out in a bright pulse.

The, now transformed, crimson eyed boy locked gazes with the crow and rushed in without warning. The crowman had barely anytime to react before he was hoisted up by an uppercut. Before the next split second could pass, he kicked the crowman right in the stomach and sent it flying into an office room.

He shook his hand to ease the numbness of the hit saying, "So those bony looking feathers really are bones.". With that information in mind, he took out the ornaments on the back of his hands and they extended out into his axe rifles. The handle hollowed out into a gun barrel while the ornament head became the axe head which held the trigger when used as a gun.

He took them both in hand and rushed into the office. He immediately spotted the monster and slashed away. He aimed for the head but missed as the monster ducked under the decapitating strike. The crowman spun behind him and he threw out his other axe in a wide arc to catch the beast. The crow man stretched its bone feathered wing to block the hit and countered with a taloned hand that sparked against the metallic plate of the teen.

It hurt but the teen didn't let it stop him from bringing down the axe that missed right into the bonehead's shoulder. This fazed the monster and the teen slashed his other axe upwards, pushing the crowman back. He flipped his axes and used them as guns, firing round after round of rapid fire into the creature's chest. Dust and smoke swirled about as the bullets resounded hit after hit against the crowman's bones. When it got to smoky to see, the teen stopped and scanned the vicinity using the enhanced vision granted by the visor on his helmet. All was silent save for his breathing and it seemed odd that there was no movement from the beast after only taking so much.

He trained his guns in various directions. Snapping to it at the slightest change of the wind. He didn't expect the roof to comecrashing down on him along with the beast though. It pinned him underneath debris and rubble. The crowman kept on top of the piece of cement pinning the wing-visored warrior down and pulled up its taloned arm. The bony wing extended and the sharp edge of it gleamed in the minute light, preparing to take the teen's head.

As if out of desperation, the red-eyed teen glared right at the beast. He switched his guns to blast shot and fired, causing an explosion which blew the crowman and the rocks off of him.

He picked himself off the ground and shook his head to clear out the confusion from the blast. When his vision seemed safe from spinning, he reverted his axes into ornaments and placed them back into the back of his hands. He grit his teeth as he saw the crowman up and staring him down. "Guess those kinds of attacks don't even faze you huh?", he put his hand up till the spot where his heart should be. "In that case then I'll have to use it", he declared. He plunged his fingers into the what should have been solid armor and pulled out a card. It was similar to the card Archer had in design but had the picture of a black raven on it instead.

The card seemed to trigger something in the beast as it stepped back in fear. The teen held out his left wrist which seemed to have a car reader embedded on it. He straightened out the card and was it about to slash it across the card reader to activate it.

The crowman wasn't about to let that happen though and fired a hail of razor sharp bone feathers at the teen. the wing-visored rider blocked them from hitting his face by raising his arms. Sparks flew from the friction on the metallic parts, which blocked his view. When the teen brought down his arms to activate the card, the crowman had already gone. "Tch, it got away", the teen cussed. He looked down at the card in his hand and said, "Sorry but I guess you're gonna have to wait for another time.".