Chapter 2. I'm still a bit unripe. But hopefully it's better than Chapter 1.

Ryaku

I had only gone ten minutes at roughly fifty miles per hour when suddenly I heard helicopter blades. I checked my mirror and saw a helicopter chasing me. "Ah, sh-" My cursing was interrupted by a loud voice yelling, "That's him, alright. Fire at will!"

Double shoot. Quite literally, because two guns opened fire on the motorcycle. In reaction, I increased my speed to try and escape the blast. The gang responded by firing a missile. I stopped, and tried to counter it by firing a lightning bolt at it.

The lightning bolt bounced right off the missile. It must have a magnetic field around it.

I'm boned. Damn.

I took out a blindfold, and tied it over my face. I don't want to see how I'm going out.

I heard the same loud voice yell, "It's the kid! Relocate missile!"

The feeling of heat subsided a little. I raised my blindfold, to see some spiky-haired kid of about fifteen dodging the missile, only to see it coming back at him, then repeating.

Amazing. I want that guy on my dodgeball team.

"Olé!" he yelled, as he deftly dodged the missile a last time, relocating it so precisely that it flew straight into the copter. It landed on its mark with a satisfying boom, leaving a gigantic explosion, pieces of burnt fabric… and automaton parts.

Moldox had sent robot Rockets against us.

Smart boy.

Except this kid here… was smarter.

I walked up to him, and yelled over to him. "That was some fancy footwork, kid."

"Oh, thank you. Those guys are after me. I saw they were after you, too."

"Yeah. Morphs and associates are a really big target. What'd you do?"

"I killed about twenty subordinates and destroyed a desert facility." He looked over to the bush. "Yo, Pat! They're gone, you can come out now."

Just then, a Sandshrew-morph of around nine or ten poked his head out from a bush, and the teen went over there to get him.

I forgot something. "Hey kid, what's your name?"

"I'm Kenji. My brother here is Patrick. You?"

"Ryaku. Diana's still back there. She's probably really shaken."

I looked over there. Diana had a blank look on her face, like she'd seen a ghost. She's always been squeamish around guns and missiles.

I went over to her. "Diana, you ok?"

"Eep…" she squealed very quietly. She probably was still shaken.

Kenji called over to me. "Hey, Ryaku. You and Diana have somewhere you gotta be?"

"Uhh…"

"I'll take that as a no. Follow me."

I did.

Kenji

After about two hours on the jeep, I snuck off with Pat to go and hunt down the rest of the scoundrels. I was going to give them a taste of their own medicine, but…

I knew it was going to take more than a day. I knew I could brave the streets a few days… but Pat? I knew I had nowhere to go. I sat down in an alley, silently crying, until a dark figure opened a steel door.

"Hey, kid. I saw you on the news."

I was on the news? "Really."

"I like your style. You in it with the Resistance?"

"The what?"

"The Moldox Resistance."

"What do they do?"

"Moldox practically rules the world. Not literally, but financially. He controls several quadrillion dollars in material, and can break anybody he wishes. We're trying to bring him down. C'mon, follow me."

We went inside the building, into a lodging room. We were told the rest of the story there.

Two hours later, he got up, and gave me some keys.

"What are these for?" I asked.

"You can have this place. It'll accommodate up to five."

"Whoa, really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Did you hear that, Pat?"

Little Pat was really excited. "We have our own room?"

"Yeah!"

We had slept in that room the day before I helped that older teen I came to know as Ryaku.

That's it here. I'm so sorry the chapters are so excruciatingly short, I kinda specialize in that kind of writing. Lemme know if there's any plot holes I need to fill up.

Thank you, and have a wonderful day.