Chapter 7: Clear Out And A Stressful Situation
Matt And Kristen's House:
It was 12:30PM. Both Matt and Kristen were sitting on chairs inside the kitchen of the house they currently owned. The two were getting ready to head out to the city streets of Crystal City and get more locations for the Deckers to start up in again. Matt hadn't forgotten about the area he had wanted to scope out and he wanted to see what it had to offer for space and potential.
Matt had taken the two 45 Shepherds and Kristen had taken the two D4TH Blossoms. Matt was sure that Kristen would find the twin submachine guns more useful than he did. She had been in a lot more fights than anyone could say the leader had been in.
The two of them were still wearing their non-Decker outfits in order to remain hidden still. The fact that combat might be unavoidable today would mean that they might be have to hide who they were to avoid discovery. So they had to remain in disguise and keep the vehicle in the orange colored state.
Before they know it, Matt and Kristen were already out on the road, heading for the spot Matt had noticed before they had gone to bed. That place was giving Matt a burning feeling, as if he needed to check it out. As the two traveled across town, they noticed that there wasn't as much masses of people traveling about, though there were many high class workers either walking or driving to their locations.
Matt continued to watch closely at the buildings that he was interested in as he continued to drive towards them, seeing their condition appearing a lot worse than once shown during the night. While they did look badly taken care of, they still actually appeared non-condemnable... mostly.
"That's what you saw before, Matt?" Kristen asked while staring disapprovingly at the buildings that were getting bigger as they continued to travel towards the towers.
"I admit that they might look like they're in bad condition, but they still look worthwhile for exploring. Plus if the crew is able to settle there, then we won't have any issues until we reveal ourselves to the public." Matt explains.
"If you say so..." Kristen replied skeptically.
Matt and Kristen soon arrived at the place and parked at the side of the road right next to the first building. The walls on it reminded Matt of Kinzie's warehouse, though he couldn't ever get a good view of her place.
Matt and Kristen both exited the vehicle and kept their weapons strapped or hidden in their clothing. Matt had his 45 Shepherds in two holsters on the sides of his pants. They remained hidden under the black coat he wore.
Kristen had both D4TH Blossoms strapped to her sides, but remained hidden under her blackened skirt. To avoid them shaking bellow, Kristen had them strapped by being held up on both ends of the under straps, keeping the long ends held sideways. The two Shock Hammers of hers were strapped to her back, but didn't look threatening since they remained retracted.
Matt and Kristen looked at the buildings and found a small road way that traveled between buildings that went deeper into the area where the damaged buildings were. It appeared to be very similar to the original Decker factories that Matt had owned, but more filled with mess that belonged behind an alleyway.
"Well, let's go." Matt says.
"Eh, in this place?" Kristen asks while giving some weird looks to the place. "This isn't as classy as I expected."
"That's why I've specifically decided to check this place out instead of looking at clearly inhabited places." Matt says.
"You're checking this place out?"
Both Matt and Kristen then turned around and found a man who walked up to them. He was wearing light blue jeans, a white shirt that said Gen X 89.0 on it and blonde hair with a green cap facing forward. Apparently Gen X was stretched wide enough to hit Crystal City. That was a real surprise to the Decker couple. It was fair enough for it to stretch from Stilwater to Steelport, but to Crystal City?
"Yes, why do you ask?" Matt asked.
"You don't want to check this place out. This place is crawling with crazy people and loads of dangerous obstacles. You wouldn't want to explore this place, even for a big reason." The man explained.
Matt and Kristen eyed each other with certain looks before turning back to the guy who appeared to be all out and serious about his story. Whatever was inside the zone around that area, it wasn't pretty by the guy's description.
"Whatever is on the other side, I'm sure we'll be able to handle it." Matt says.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, man." The guy says before walking away to do his own things.
Matt and Kristen continued to eyes the guy as he moved further away, questioning to themselves about what he was referring to. It was getting stranger and stranger here and this was the first actual encounter with someone strange walking up to them. The only other people that have even made contract with them was either retail business owners or two certain hospitality workers and one of them being someone that Kristen wished to rip the throat of still.
"Alright, we had best get our equipment ready. I don't want anything that guy warned up about being true, so we have to take precautions while searching the place." Matt advised.
"Of course, but I wish we had some kind of technology that could help us detect life forms. It would be a great warning display for us." Kristen says.
"It's funny to hear you mention that actually." Matt says.
"How so?" Kristen asked.
"It just so happens that I've been working on technology like that very recently." Matt says.
"Really? Then we should use it." Kristen says.
"Afraid not." Matt says regretfully. "The technology isn't complete yet and still requires further testing to make it complete. Until I have enough time to get it to work, we're gonna need to go in blind."
"Uh... great." Kristen comments with some annoyance.
Matt and Kristen then looked at the road between two buildings and decided to go down the direct path, since it was more clear. To make sure that they would be more effective during an attack, Kristen had taken the liberty of using her rollerblades to travel. A Specialist like her had many uses for her abilities.
The walk inside was a quiet one. The ground was nothing more than dirt that crunched as the two Deckers moved in deeper. As each step was made, the sound of traffic got quieter and quieter, making the walk even more silent as they went along.
The deep they seemed to get in, the dark it became. Since there were some actual skyscrapers around in that area, they were avoiding the sun from setting in on the ground. If it were night time where they were walking through, Matt would've been sure that it was lit up well, because there were street lights around the area. But that seemed unlikely either because the place didn't generate power at night, as Matt had noted when he and Kristen were on the balcony.
As soon as Matt and Kristen had gone at least maybe two hundred feet, they had spotted a door to a factory open and it appeared to be undamaged. This sparked the curiosity of Matt because of the surprise. Kristen however was more interested of the outside of the buildings, noting the spooky feelings it gave when viewing them.
Matt slowly walked inside of the room and observed the area carefully, attempting to spot whatever that guy had told Kristen and himself earlier. He said something about this place being filled with dangerous obstacles and crazy people, but all Matt saw was abandoned computers and cinderblocks laying about. The funny thing Matt had noted about the computers was that they looked more modern than old. They were a lot younger than these buildings for sure.
Kristen went in second and viewed a computer that was off of course off, and saw how advanced it was. This raised her suspicions quite a bit. Why would an abandoned building like the ones in the area have computers as advanced as these? If there was actually any danger coming here, then it would've already caught them by now.
Kristen then spotted a book nearby that was lying on the ground next to the computer. It looked somewhat new and carried an interesting look for itself. She quickly got down to her knees and picked up the book with both hands, expecting to see something interesting on the inside of it. It wasn't actually a book, but more of a booklet of a sorts with images all over it. It didn't take her too long to figure out that it was actually filled with images of the exact same place as they are currently standing in. She didn't know why there was a booklet for this place, but it seemed pretty odd.
Then, Kristen heard noises from behind her and looked back to see a closed closet that rattled like an earthquake shattering movable objects like mad. Finding this to be questionable, Kristen took out one of her Shock Hammers and held it in a tight grip in her right wrist while drawing out her left arm and walking over to the closet. But it was so annoying with rollerblades on her footwear since the wheels were not meant for standing on.
On the other side of the room, Matt was too focused on his fascination of electronics that he didn't pay attention to what was happening behind him. His mind being clueless and racing about this place like a candy factory for the youth. Despite his swear off from ever relying on technology completely, his interest wasn't easy to pass on and change to something else.
Kristen knew of Matt's state and just sighed mentally. She didn't like that Matt was returning to his obsession again since he was... obsessed. But she couldn't blame him for it. His entire life was invoked around technology and having a lifelong interest in something was hard to give rid of. She'd have to live with that version of Matt for now. Removing him from his 'happy place' wouldn't be wise.
Suddenly as she was only five feet away from the closet, it bursts open and something charges at her at a fast speed. Normally a person wouldn't be able to react to such an encounter, but Kristen was no joke to being fast. She quickly extended her Shock Hammer and swung it at the fast moving target, hitting what appeared to be the side of a head.
Matt suddenly jolted around in panic and looked to see what the noise was about. He feared the worst when he saw blood all over the other side of the room, because Kristen was standing over there. He didn't know who's blood it was, but he sure hoped it wasn't Kristen's.
"Oh, shit!" Matt shouts looking into her back. She appeared to be taking everything that just happened in.
When Kristen looked down to the ground, she saw blood from whatever she had hit. She already knew it was a person and that person appeared to be wearing a homeless outfit and now carried a fatal hit to the side of the head. That was the reason why blood had spewed all over that side of the room. The Shock Hammer was held down to the ground, dripping blood from the tip of the lowest end and making a small puddle on the floor. There was also a blue glow at the tip of the Shock Hammer which implied that it had powered up with the hit, making the kill.
"Kristen, are you alright?" Matt asked concerned.
Kristen then turned around and looked at Matt for a moment before turning back to the dead body now lying on the floor. "I'm fine, Matt."
"I thought that was your blood for a second. Thank God I was wrong." Matt says with relief.
"That guy wasn't kidding, Matt." Kristen says. "There are some crazy people here, that's for sure."
"We should leave then." Matt says with a downed expression. He was sounding fearful about this situation and clearly was worried about Kristen, forgetting about his obsession about technology. His expression was also showing that he was saddened by the situation. "I guess we're just going to have to find us a new place to setup in."
Kristen then looked around the room and saw nothing else, but emptiness all over. This place is dangerous and it definitely had some crazy people here, but this place did have potential, if you removed the hazards around the place.
"No."
"What do you mean 'no'?"
"We're not leaving, Matt. This place might be full of insane bastards, but we're not leaving." Kristen says. "Our crew is going to need to find a new place. Since we cannot find anywhere else to setup in, we're either going to take this place, or go without."
"But there could be more dangerous people than just that one person! We might get killed!" Matt panics.
"If you wish to keep your skin safe and clean, then you return to the car." Kristen said while walking outside with her tires making crunching sounds in the dirt. Matt just watched as she move ever so persistently deeper into the area.
Matt just shakes his head as he thinks about what he had done, thinking about going here. Now she had decided to move in and he wanted to pull out. Their roles were being swapped and he hated how it was going. Suddenly he realizes that her stepping on the ground had gone very quiet, indicating that she had gone further away. Matt then realized this and went running after her.
"Kristen, wait for me!"
Steelport Highway Downtown:
The Boss was driving at a high speed on the main road, not in a good mood at all. He prove in between cars and smashed into a few when some tried to overtake to a different line. Despite all this, he kept on driving at a high speed.
As the cars continued to keep being an annoying problem for The Boss to handle right now, his rage continued to build up fast. He had received very troubling news just minutes ago and he knew he had to move fast in order to avoid an annoying situation changing into a catastrophe. He had received a phone call off Shaundi questioning Viola's loyalty when The Boss had heard a struggle on the other end of the phone and heard a female's voice. Despite it being a woman, he had been quick to assume that it was military, so he thought of it as the next possible result: STAG.
The Boss was having enough of the other life forms of Steelport and was really pissed off at STAG equally, maybe even more. He stuck his head out of the window and started cursing at the others on the main highway.
"Hey, get outta my way assholes!" The Boss shouts while smashing into other vehicles in his path. He didn't care whether it was or wasn't STAG driving about. He never gave a shit about annoying military based people before, and he wouldn't start to now.
One STAG N-Forcer was flipped by The Boss as he rammed into the back of it and it flew to the side until it fell off of the bridge in downtown. How he had managed to pull such a thing off was beyond him, but he just brushed of those since he didn't care about those kinds of things as much as anyone else did. What his main agenda was at this point was to get to Image As Designed to meet Pierce and the ex-Morningstar leader, Viola.
"Man, this is fucking bullshit!" The Boss shouts.
Suddenly STAG N-Forcers started to come out of nowhere and follow the leader of the Saints from behind. The Boss noticed this and took out all his stress on the now perusing anti-gang soldiers by pulling his 45 Shepherd out and firing at the enemies chasing after him. This was really annoying, dealing with enemies who drove around in truck armored vehicles that were clearly oversized compared to his vehicle.
The vehicle The Boss has stolen was a green Torch. A relatively small car that carried some style to its body work. It was expensive but easy to find in Steelport, which is why The Boss was able to find it in a short amount of time.
"Pull over now, Saint! We're going to take you in or we're taking you out!" The Boss heard a STAG soldier called over a speaker from one of the N-Forcers.
"Yeah, like I'm letting either of that happen..." The Boss says to himself and started to move a lot more with finesse behind the wheel. "Hope you bastards are ready for this."
As the Torch the leader of the Saints drove started to move more dramatically, the STAG drivers had done the same and sped up further in attempt to hit the car and take it down with The Boss along with it. The STAG gunners were fired at the small car
The 45 Shepherd fired continuously at the N-Forcers. A few of the bullets had managed to shattered the window of the one in the middle and managed to launch a few of them into the skulls of the driver and the passenger. The N-Forcer then began to shift to the right and crashed into the side of another one. The force was so strong that it got pushed against the edge of the highway and landed in the water. The Boss had already made it on the bridge to get to the eastern island of the city.
The STAG trucks were continuing to shoot at the leader of the Saints with their laser cannons. Each shot that the gunmen were shooting at The Boss' car just make his mind jolt more pissed off each second. This was more annoying than dealing with a gang squad chasing after him. STAG was equipped with better vehicles and weapons while gangs carried the lesser choices to use with.
"These guys thinking they're tough shit."
The Boss might've seen the STAG soldiers as thinking they're tough stuff, but he had more potential in combat than what those soldiers could. They may be more advanced in technology than the other gangs, but the Saints would only treat them like another gang they've fought before. At least The Boss would. Every challenge that was presented to him was nothing but a mere 'yawn' of a dog with a bark but no bite. These STAG soldiers wanted to give The Boss a challenge, so he was going to respond with one of his own.
The Boss observed up ahead and saw a STAG roadblock sitting up ahead with two N-Forcers parked sideways with a few STAG soldiers standing there with their Viper Laser rifles firing at the Torch heading their way. The Boss didn't slow down and just made the car rev louder and louder, giving the STAG soldiers a chance to realize their mistake and make an attempt to move out of the way.
Some of the STAG soldiers had realized their mistakes while others just held their ground like over confident fools. The scared STAG soldiers scrambled to the side of the highway lane while the non-afraid ones just held their ground at the roadblock, firing their rifles at the Torch still.
The Boss noticed this and leaned forward a bit while putting his game face on. These soldiers were given enough warnings to realize their mistake, so The Boss was going to show them why they should've considered their choices more wisely. The brave and stupid men and women would not see the bitter end of this.
"Right, I gave you assholes enough warnings, so now you're all going to see why you should think with your heads instead of your dumbass weapons."
The engine to the car rose a lot higher as it came near the roadblock of the STAG soldiers. It was looking pretty clear that the leader of the Saints wasn't just the butcher of Stilwater, but he was also insane.
In the two seated car, The Boss reached for one of his grenades and pulled off the pin as he moved close to the blockade being forced against him. This was such a foolish move to him that he thought he was being generous by killing them now and not saving them for later.
Suddenly, the Torch had hit the barriers piled onto the road with his car, and managed to fly into the air by using them as a jump. How he had managed to do such a thing was beyond anyone. The walls of the barriers were too steep to use as a basic jump.
As The Boss had managed to jump into the air, he lodged the grenade from his left hand and threw it behind the car and making it the back of the barriers, but avoiding the soldiers from seeing to too. They were too busy focusing on the vehicle coming at them that all they were worried about was getting hit by a moving target.
The next few N-Forcers then stopped at the barriers and the crew members watched The Boss make a getaway to where he needed to go. They had thought that they were going to get a serious punishment from Cyrus for letting him get away from them. Until...
BOOM!
The grenade exploded into shrapnel and took everything around it out. The STAG soldiers who were on the edge of the bridge were sent flying and falling towards the water. Those survivors would have to swim to land to avoid drowning. The highway was littered with melted and burning metal, along with burned and mangled bodies that laid on the highway.
The Boss looked into the rearview mirror and chuckled as he saw the success of his grenade's effects. No one would be able to track him if the final STAG soldiers after him were dealt with. While no one was tracking him, it always seemed like as if the enemy just knew where to find him wherever he went.
Matt And Kristen:
The two Goth teens walked further and further into the area they were walking through. The ground continued to crunch as the rocks kept being stepped on. Throughout this part of the city, everything just seemed too messy and unappreciated.
Matt and Kristen continued to look around the corners of the place as they moved along, since they were worried about more people arriving and trying to kill them. Kristen was skilled enough to take down anyone giving a surprise attack, but she couldn't pull off such a move each and every time.
"Kristen, are you sure you still want to continue this trek of ours? It might be a better choice to wait for the crew to come to town and clear this place out." Matt says.
"We know that's too risky, Matt." Kristen says. "If we don't try, then we're going to be in a worse shape."
"Cleaning this place out with our gang is too dangerous?" Matt asked. "Doing this ourselves is what is truly dangerous!"
"Please, would you rather deal with this when we're out in the open amongst the other gangs, or would you rather do this here and now to make sure we can settle in right?" Kristen scoffed.
"Well..." Matt starts while trying to make a choice.
What Kristen had chosen both sounded risky in both ways. The first one made the gang appearing in the open a dangerous situation, since enemy gangs always walked around the streets of the city. If one of the gangs in the city was to spot the Decker roaming about, it wouldn't be long before everyone knew what was going on. The second suggestion was an instant plan, but extremely dangerous for Kristen and Matt since it was them two against the most crazy people in the city. It was a hard choice, but Matt had to accept that there wasn't time for choices. They were already in the middle of the second choice, so it wasn't really the best choice right now to make new ideas.
"Good, now keep following me and we'll get through this in no time." Kristen says while rubbing her right hand on Matt's face, which he didn't expect when she moved ahead.
Matt sighs loudly and followed again. He still wasn't going to let her out of plain sight.
Roughly about fifty feet ahead, Matt and Kristen wondered into another path that expanded. There was something surprising about the gravel around here. It no longer was covered in rocks or dirt, but instead it was a regular cement road. However it all had a lot of cracks and there were some muddy puddles around the corners of other buildings in the area.
"Well, everything seems to get a bit cleaner around here." Matt comments.
"Indeed. Just think about what we could do with this space, Matt." Kristen says. "The Deckers haven't ever gotten anything this big before. Just look at the buildings around here."
Matt looked all around and saw the buildings around them. The side buildings were pretty short and enacted like old factory businesses judging by the appearances that they were giving. One was clearly an old vehicle business, because there was a sign on the top front on the building titled 'Rim Jobs'. It came as a surprise that there was once a business here, because it seemed as if the path to getting here was a difficult thing to travel on. Of course Matt and Kristen had taken the middle path, and the others weren't accounted for yet.
On the left, there was a building that appeared to be an old factory that made clothing. This one clothing factory have the title 'Gothic Topic' on it. This was a puzzling thing, because Matt was sure that a business like that wouldn't have any abandoned businesses in the same city they were located in. Perhaps there was something bad about this part of the city that he and Kristen didn't know about at all. They were basically tourists in this city, since it was a lot different than Steelport and they had only been there for two days.
Suddenly an unnerving feeling started to wave over Matt as they were in the middle of the buildings and on the path. It was as if they weren't alone and someone was watching from a short distance. It was as if a sniper was watching over them and they had a very good view of the Deckers.
Kristen felt the unnerving feeling too, but she didn't let it wash over her with fear. Instead she kept her senses up and used her mind as her vision to be more aware of the area and what was going on. Her hearing perception was also increased a lot further. Apparently it was acting well, because she could hear a few breaths coming from behind. She had had enough of this weird feeling already.
Kristen quickly turned around and spotted six bums standing at least thirty feet from the back of the track they had walked up from. Their facial expressions looked as if they had been up all night doing drugs, which appeared pretty obvious that they did.
Matt had also turned to face them and felt a lot of uneasiness at the six bums standing on their path they had taken to get where they were standing. This place was getting creepier and weirder by the second. The main problem however was how the direct path they had taken was now infested with the homeless crazies of the abandoned part of the city. Each one of them was carrying baseball bats with mold clearly covering them on many of the fractions, and also appeared to have been damaged by termites. This wouldn't be much of a fight... to Kristen at least.
The bums then started to charge at the Goth couple with their bats waving threatening in the air and giving strange bloody hurdling yells as they ran, surprising Kristen as she observed their actions. For people who appeared to be homeless and crazy, they sure had a lot of speed and energy. So then she used her Shock Hammer again by slamming it into the ground against the approaching bums and sent them flying back, along with the rocky and dirt gravel on their path. Each bum had landed with heavy thuds and pools of blood drenched from their head areas, assuming they were killed by the shockwave that had inflicted against them.
"Jesus Christ, that was shocking!" Matt shrieks in fear.
Kristen then sighed and put her Shock Hammer back on to her own back, assuming that there wouldn't be any more surprises left to face with as of yet. She would be kicking ass when it came to fighting off hordes of people, even though they were only few compared to an entire wave.
"I wonder how many of them are left around here. We might be here for some time." Kristen says.
"But..." Matt starts, only to go silent again.
"Relax, Matt. We'll be fine as long as we remain calm. Worrying about the situation isn't going to do us any good." Kristen says.
"We could always go back. It isn't too late to-" Matt starts, only to be cut off by another yell behind him.
When Matt had turned around, a pair of hands grabbed him by the shoulders and started to drag him away. This situation was drawing more of Matt's anxiety out and he could barely doing anything to change the situation. He had left his guard down. The guy was obviously on some drugs which influenced his actions, making Matt an easy target to deal with. Kristen was proven to be the muscle and foot worker of the two Goths.
"Matt!" Kristen shrieks with concern for her boyfriend and went after the bum.
As Kristen charged for the bum dragging Matt away, doors to the sides of the path Kristen followed started to burst open and even more waves of bums came out. She cursed quietly as she saw the enemies coming at her with more baseball bats... and one particular item that greatly resembled a penetrator, except it was more like a flexible poll. God knows the hell it even was supposed to be. The closest bum was too close for Kristen to even get a chance to grab at her weapons, so she activated her special ability and zoomed back ten steps to gain a chance for better weapons to use.
By moving back, Kristen had been able to quickly calculate the number of enemies coming at her. At least twenty had blasted from the doors and decided to use her as the main target. There was too much to even consider using one type of weapon for, so she did a combination attack. She pulled out her D4TH Blossom from the straps under the left side of her skirt and picked her main Shock Hammer from her right part of her back.
The first thing she did was swarm rapid fire at the approaching crowed coming to her at a fast speed, but appeared to be a useless choice for getting them all down. When about twelve of the homeless men were almost at her, she used her right hand to hold the Shock Hammer above herself high and quickly slammed down at the flat ground that she stood on, sending the twelve bums back again and killing most of them. Two thirds of the wave was dead, while the remaining four were still resisting ferociously by getting back up again and charging at her with bleeding arms and legs, almost as if they were like the living impaired.
The four bums then attempted to lunge at the elite Decker Specialist by jumping in mid-air, only for her to zoom out of the way and let the bums fall flat on their faces. Kristen then quickly aimed her D4TH Blossom at the fallen bums and fired some blue glowing led into their backs, ending their lives for good.
Kristen's mind then went back to the task at hand and went after the one bum that had taken Matt away from her. No matter what they would do, she would find them and she would kill them.
As Kristen went on and turned left around a corner, she spotted an open door that appeared to lead into an important area. In all honesty, nothing here looked that important to begin with, since there wasn't anything that looked valuable to begin with. Maybe the computers were worth something, but not much else. The only thing she encountered as important about this spot was that she knew Matt was inside, but didn't know whether or not that she was too late to avoid anything that was happening. She hoped that Matt would be okay until then.
Meanwhile with Matt...
"Stop it! Where in God's name are you taking me?!" Matt demanded loudly.
The bum just ignored the pleas for the truth and kept on going. The male Goth had been blind folded since he had entered the building but didn't exactly know the tracks well enough to read what was happening. The part the was worrying him more though was that he easily could tell that he had been dragged down a few rows of stairs. Of course Matt was being escorted down and his 45 Shepherds had been confiscated by the locals of this place. He didn't know what to expect once they had arrived at their destination, but he could tell that things were going to get freaky, which easily bugged him at the thought of being killed or decapitated. Issues like this forced Matt to want to stay inside.
"For God's sack, where are we going?!" Matt kept on demanding.
"Shut it, brat!" The bum blurted out to the teen and nudged his back as he got forced down lower again.
But while that nudge did force Matt to move, his blindfold also got knocked off in the incident to make him go down. Matt then tripped over and looked back to the bum who escorted him, who looked really pissed off for what just happened. Matt didn't know what to do at this point. The drug crazed guy appeared to be venting things silently and his anger levels were clearly far from dropping. It was almost as if he had been doing a certain addictive drug in particular, but Matt couldn't define which one would be causing this sudden reaction. Matt would've done anything he could to avoid this guy, but he knew too well that he had the 45 Shepherds now, and that he could still use them against the teenager if he wanted to. Apparently that answer was left unknown for now.
"Get the hell up!" The bum demanded threateningly and pulling out one of Matt's pistols. Apparently the alternative to defying him was death, but what was taking the low road worth?
"A-alright." Matt replied while his voice started to crack. He was scared, very scared. And there was nothing he could do in this position. The tables were turned against him.
Matt got up and continued onto the supposed track that he was meant to be following on. If he screws this up, he will die. No doubt about it.
Matt walked down another row of stairs and kept on thinking about what would happen to him once he got to the lowest part of the place. These stair cases reminded Matt of those kinds that looped around in circles to ascend or descend like in a hotel. The thing that was noticeable however was that it didn't extend as far as a hotel's stairs, but much rather like a small skyscraper going down into the ground.
Suddenly as Matt was walking, the Goth teen had heard a sudden drop from behind him and then a shot from his 45 Shepherd went off, making a bullet fly and hit something metal, which started to bounce against everything inside. Matt's first reaction to this was to get onto the ground and duck with both hands around his head, not wanting to experience a gunshot wound to his body so soon.
"Fuck!" The bum shouted as he leaned down to pick up the pistol and overlooked the silver piece with his right hand back on the handle. The pistol appeared undamaged and needed a wipe down to make clean again. Apparently only one bullet had fired from the gun. The bum was so high that he hadn't held the gun well enough to keep it in his own hand.
Matt continued to cower on the ground and desperately wanted to get out of this situation as soon as possible, but that wouldn't happen with this drugged bum carrying all the guns.
"Get up you little shit!" The bum demanded as he kicked Matt's back, making the teen flip over and unlocked his hands from his own head. Noticing the gun now being aimed at him, Matt quickly knew to do and scooped himself up off the dirty metal floor.
"Now, keep moving asshole." The bum demanded.
"O-of course, sir. I-"
"Shut the fuck up!" The bum shouted before shooting right behind Matt's feet and making the Decker leader jump in fear. He then started to shift further down, thinking that if he didn't move now, the next shot would be impaling his back.
As Matt started to walk, the bum was about to as well, but had some complications.
"Oh fuck!" The bum shouted while turning around to face something, only to be punched in the face and snatched of the 45 Shepherd from his own hand. He was then pushed along the silver rail right next to him and tried to gain a good grip on it, expecting to recuperate his balance, only for the rails to snap off and make him fall down three more rows of stair.
"Oh shit, I'm coming doooowwwww-" The bum cried, before his voice was silence when a loud thud was heard and a big splash of water had been heard.
Matt slowly turned around, hoping for nothing worse to come his way. The last thing he needed was a drug overdosed bum holding him hostage with the Decker leader's own pistols, what more could happen that he wouldn't want? Matt's expression changed from fearful to questioning, to happiness as he saw what he wanted to see.
"Kristen!" Matt shouted and jumped at his girlfriend with his arms rapping around here hard, almost making her almost lose her entire breath.
"Matt, I can't believe you let one drug crazed homeless guy take you down like that." Kristen says while trying to avoid letting the air out of her lungs. "I thought you were the leader of a gang, not a damsel in distress..." The last line Kristen said seemed to be more of a mockery to him rather than a lecture.
"I uh..." Matt started, but couldn't find the words to explain it. His face turned to a blush as he couldn't say anything else, which made Kristen begin to laugh at the Decker leader. His face only turned more red as he looked away with embarrassment.
"Matt." Kristen says as she giggled.
Matt frowned and dropped his arms from Kristen's body. He didn't like how it sounded. Matt Miller, leader of the Deckers taken hostage by a drugged homeless man who could barely keep his balance.
"Please don't tell anyone about this. Especially the other Deckers. I couldn't handle being laughed at for something like this, and I don't want everyone to think I'm a bad leader." Matt pleads.
"Oh, Matt." Kristen says as she finally wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's body and held on tightly. She went in and hugged him as she smiled, thinking about Matt's plea for not telling anyone about his little situation. "Don't worry, Matt. I won't say anything."
"Thank you, Kristen." Matt says hugging back again.
The two remained together for many moments, making the dangerous area seem less of a disturbing one. Once the two were done with their support for each other, Matt broke the silence once again.
"Are you ready to leave yet?"
"What are you talking about? Are you not at all curious why that guy was dragging you down here in the first place?" Kristen asks.
"What do you think? Of course I'm NOT curious about this place, especially after what just happened to me just now!" Matt bursts out.
"Well, if you want to leave Matt, then you can go right ahead. But I'm going to get to the bottom of this. At least I would be putting in more work for the Deckers. And for you." Kristen says.
Matt stood there in silence as he locked his eyes into Kristen's finding it hard to resist those pretty blue orbs. They acted like a successful guilt trip wrapped along with desire to make Matt do anything, which even meant helping his girlfriend.
"Oh, fine..." Matt sighs loudly. "Let's get to the bottom of this."
"Just what I wanted to hear from you, Matt." Kristen says pleasantly as she turn around and went to continue on the path deeper into the building. "Now come on, we need to move."
"Alright then..." Matt says without any energy then proceeded to follow his girl, but realized something he had just noticed about Kristen. "Hey, Kristen..?"
"Yeah, Matt?"
"You're speaking completely in an American accent." Matt points out.
Kristen analyzed her accent during her small lecture with Matt and figured that he wasn't wrong. She had completely abandoned her British accent and assumed to keep carrying the American one she used a percentage of the time. "Look, uh Matt?"
"Yes?" Matt answered.
"I can't really control how my accent works at times." Kristen confessed while returning to her British accent, sounding saddened.
"Why not? I would've thought that living with Mister Loren would mean not being involved with Americans as much." Matt says.
"He spent a lot of time with many contacts over the world, but his biggest asset was the country America, where anything is possible." Kristen explained. "I adapted to the accent too well that I literally am forcing the British accent out." She then looked away in fear and shame. "I'm so sorry."
There was a certain law of code in the Deckers where the members were to only be of British relation and it also included carrying the accent as well. That was a law Matt had impounded on the crew, but he didn't think it would affect Kristen that much. She respected that code, because she kept her accent in line when everyone else was around, but when it came to Matt, it was a bigger challenge since she only wanted to be herself, but the gang kept on making that a pressure.
"It's really that much of a pain, isn't it?" Matt asks.
"More than you can imagine." Kristen replied.
Matt looked at her with a guilt riddled expression. His strict rules kept her from speaking easily when she tried to communicate. She had spent most of her years in Steelport among Americans since Phillipe was in charge. She had picked up the accent during her years and even within the Deckers, she still carried it pretty strong. He didn't want to see her in this sort of position and it was clearly unfair. He had to do what he could to support her.
"Kristen, I'm sorry you're under this stress." Matt says and gave her a supporting kiss on her right cheek. "The Deckers are going to learn to accept you for who you are."
"You really mean that, Matt?" Kristen asked hopefully.
"Yes I do, and I'll make them accept you if I have to." Matt says.
"Thank you, Matt." Kristen says back and kissed Matt right on the lips in appreciation.
"Now let's go." Matt says with a smile and offering his hand to his girlfriend. She gladly took at with a small smile and the two moved on forward. "We're going to take this place, for the Deckers."
Kristen looked at Matt with a thankful smile, knowing his words were hard to let out since rules were always followed in the Deckers. She was glad that Matt never snapped at her for using the American accent, but now it seemed too good to be true since he has fully accepted it. It was with pleasure that she took Matt's hand into hers. "That's right, for the Deckers."
The two then continued onto their path down to where the dead bum was taking them. Surprisingly this place went down pretty deep, considering its entry point was at the top of the stairs. It was a wonder as to what this place was built for.
Once Matt and Kristen had made it to the lower ground, they got off the metal walkway and started moving on the wet surface. The issue with the surface being wet was that bad that the water actually covered about five inches in height, which quickly made Matt get wet feet and wet shoes.
Matt moaned in annoyance to this situation and continued to walk around the lower point, until the Goth had realized that he needed to do something. Matt softly released his hand from Kristen's and advanced to the dead bum's body, which laid face down in the mucky water and left remains of blood spreading out around his body, mostly due to the face getting impacted hard by the fall into the water.
"Shit..." Matt cursed in annoyance.
"What's wrong, Matt?" Kristen asked while walking up to Matt's left shoulder.
"This dead moron took both my pistols before, and he still has my other one in his pocket." Matt explained.
"And what's the problem aside it being inside the clothes of his body?" Kristen questioned.
"What, aside being in that state? There's blood all around the dead body and I don't want to get my hands all messy with a guy's blood." Matt explained clearly annoyed at not being able to recover his pistol.
Kristen stared at the body and focused on it intensely, clearly noting how Matt was very annoyed by the sight presented to him. As a gang leader, death was a natural thing for him to face every day. He had experienced it with each man and woman killed in the Deckers, and some weren't even legally adults yet, judging by American standards. Matt never once got into a fight, nor has he ever killed anyone without a computer. Dealing with blood was a foreign step to him, so this was to be expected. Computers and phones didn't bleed, so he has yet to gain experience with it.
"Sometimes in order to survive Matt, we must do things we don't ever want to do." Kristen says before she moved closer to the bum's body and squats down right next to it. She then put her hand on the dirty back of the dead bum and flipped him over, revealing the damage done to the front of his torso and head. In response to the serious damage done to the dead man, Matt make a gagging sound and just turned away disgusted.
"Oh, that's disgusting!" Matt exclaimed while facing away.
Kristen just ignored him and went for one of the front pockets on the bottom left and felt the inside of it, feeling nothing but emptiness, assuming that she had dug inside the wrong one. Then the bottom right one suddenly shifted open and the 45 Shepherd slipped out, right into the dirty and bloody water.
Kristen sighed in annoyance to the weapon falling in the water. Despite the unspeakable smell directed from the dead bum, the blood actually looked a lot worse... and possibly even infected from the lack of healthy treatment. "Oh, of course..." She said silently and hesitated as she dipped her hand into the floor of water drenched with blood and reached for the 45 Shepherd that had sunken down. Kristen almost gagged herself as she felt the blood go around her hand. It was warm, but rapidly cooling down as she searched for the silver pistol.
Matt then turned around and looked at the back of Kristen who had risen up from the wet floor and keep staring in that direction with her hand in front of her. He didn't know what she had done, but he knew it wasn't something he would've done.
"Kristen, what did you..?"
Kristen then turned around to face Matt and held the second 45 Shepherd with her right hand. Both the silver pistol and her light skin were clearly mixed with blood all over them. The sight made Matt want to vomit, but apparently all he could do was stare strangely at the hand and gun.
"Oh God, what in the right mind even possessed you to do something like this?" Matt asked.
"Survival." Kristen replied simply. "If we're going to clear this place out, we're going to need all the weapons we can get, no matter what state they're in."
"But, picking a weapon out of bloody water?" Matt asks.
"It's necessary." Kristen says while offer the pistol back to Matt, which refused pretty fast to take it back. Kristen just sighed and held the weapon in her right hand. "Let's move on and see what else there is explore down here."
"Alright. Let's go then." Matt says.
As the Goths started to move, Kristen gave one more look at the dead body and focused more on the eyes. Despite the face appearing violently brutalized by the ground, the eyes appeared intact as they remained open. But while remaining undamaged from the fall, there was something very odd about the eyes. They appeared to not be white like normal people's eyes, but it was more like they were yellow. Like very, very yellow. It wasn't a yellow that would appear with a normal rapid and deadly disease, but they appeared to be worse than that. They were even more yellow than cheese and even more darker, which was defiantly not normal for a human being and definitely not in the family genetics either.
The female Goth slowly turned away from the dead body and moved her vision towards a hallway that moved away from the stairs, which went at least sixty feet across to another room, which appeared to be extensively large.
Both Matt and Kristen then decided to go down the path, expecting to find the answers to where Matt was being taken and where possibly more danger might lie. Kristen was more than certain that it was more than true, since her senses picked up on that.
The area was pretty silent and multiple areas made sounds of dripping water, either from leaking pipes or other points that weren't noticeable. There were also a few echoes of rats squeaking in the distance while the movement from the two Deckers were heard, assuming that they were screaming in terror from the recent noises made.
The water that the Goth couple were walking through started to get a bit deeper, indicating that the floor was getting a bit lower. For Matt, it couldn't really get any worse, and the water was hitting up to his ankles at this point. Kristen's footwear however was still pretty dry, if you didn't count the wheels of the rollerblades that she wore.
The walk through the hallway was continuously silent as the two walked onward, everything seemed very strange with the silence.
Finally, the two had made it to the end of the tunnel and they stopped directly on the spot. They viewed around the area with their heads rotating while they looked. The room was extremely dark and there were only small amounts of light emitting from the ceiling, assuming that there was interior damage located up there.
Suddenly, everything started to burst from the walls on many of the sides of the room, coming from either other discovered halls, or from damaged closets that were also located down here. It was hard to see the entire room from where they were standing since there was something giant standing in the center of the room.
Matt simply started to panic silently as he heard the sounds, knowing that the threats could be more bums with drug addictions charging out to fight the teens again. Matt's experience with the last one was making him hesitate pretty hard. While he had agreed to follow Kristen down here, he didn't agree to engaging in any form of combat. All Matt had was the one 45 Shepherd that he still held. Kristen contained the other one, along with her set of weapons. She had five all up while Matt just carried the one.
The answer to the noise was another group of homeless people that seemed to spawn from each side of the room. This time however, there were a lot more and they seemed to act less like the bums they were, judging by the instincts they were laying out. They were more like people with lower energy yet managed to speed up pretty fast to make the reaction of Kristen a bit delayed.
A group of three bums had managed to tackle the elite Decker Specialist and make her fall back first into the dirty underground water. She quickly attempted to climb back up, but got trampled on again by the three bums.
Matt could barely react and only shouted in concern for his girlfriend.
"Kristen!"
Matt was starting aim his 45 Shepherd at the three bums but couldn't get the hang of attempting to shoot. While the pistol was upgraded to the fullest extent of its body, it was too powerful of a blast to even hit the dirty scumbags without harming Kristen. It wasn't only that, but it was also his fear for violence and especially the blood of people and death. His thoughts about taking action were suddenly knocked away as he got belted in the face by a bum who had a strong fist. The impact had gotten Matt directly in the face and sent the leader of the Deckers flying back and leaving his face in pain as well. His silver pistol had also been knocked out of his right hand and landed five feet away from where has pushed back.
Kristen might've been too busy with her own problems, but she clearly saw Matt who needed some help badly.
"Matt!"
The Decker then did what she could and abandoned the 45 Shepherd of hers and reached for her other D4TH Blossom that hadn't been removed just yet. Amazingly it didn't fall from under her skirt when she had been tackled, so it proved to be held on reliably. She managed to use all her strength to hold the bums away with her left arm and focus on getting the submachine gun with her right. The annoying thing about where the weapon was located was that it was in an awkward place to reach at. She needed to lift up her black skirt and remove the straps to get the weapon to dismount, but she had to compete with the weight being drawn onto her body.
Despite her focusing on the gun she was grabbing at from her mini-skirt, she had noticed the looks in these three bums eyes too. They also carried the same yellow shade like that once that had fallen to his death when the rails had snapped. Apparently this was contracted among the homeless people of this area, which meant that it had spread all about the abandoned part of the city if not further.
Once Kristen had gotten the weapon and fiddled around with the straps, she felt it release itself and without hesitation she made the gun face up and fired at the stomachs of the bums while she held them up. From right to left she had killed all three men and made their bodies go limp. She then pushed them away and flipped over to get a view of Matt, who appeared to have been grouped by the rest of the bums. Without any hesitations, Kristen started to fire her rapid-fire submachine gun at the bums while proceeding to get a hold of her second one.
The bums started to drop around Matt like monkeys in a barrel. The leader of the Decker suddenly became unpopular again and the bums went to Kristen who had regained her dual weapons. In response to her hostile attacks, the bum hissed at her like snakes. That sudden move wasn't what a normal human being would do and it only raised questions as she fought them.
They were either seriously diseased people or they were just even more crazy than once thought. The twin D4TH Blossoms fired at the approaching bums and sent burning blue led through their bodies. The thing to love about the attachments Matt had brought were that they made the twin guns pack more than a fair punch. The only thing to dislike was the rapid progress of losing the bullets she fired. The guns weren't reliable enough to keep the ammo stocks from being empty long enough and that made bullets run out a lot faster.
Once all of the bums were dead, the room became silent again. Kristen had gotten back on her feet and so did Matt. Despite the wetness of their clothes, they were pretty lucky to be alive right now.
Matt quickly regrouped with Kristen who appeared to have lost a bit of breath after her sudden struggle of the skirmish she had been involved in just then. Matt didn't do much to help, but that wasn't something to be surprised about.
"Kristen, are you alright?" Matt asks.
Kristen lets out a few breaths to regain her energy and then gave her reply. "Yeah, I'm fine, Matt."
Suddenly a sound was heard from all over the room. Matt and Kristen looked around and focused on where each spot was contracting the sound. It was strange, as if there was a person doing a mocking laugh all around the place. What, it was laughter... crazy laughter.
"What the hell is happening?" Matt asked with concern.
"I see you've made it this far into my lair!" A voice mocked.
"Who are you?" Kristen demands.
"I am many things... a business man, a scientist, a creator, a leader... a revolutionist..." The voice comments.
"That all sounds like crap. I don't know what you're doing down here, but I'm pretty damn sure you're just as insane as these people we've taken down." Kristen commented, leaving the lack of kills from Matt unmentioned.
"Oh, people? You think that these things you've killed are 'people'?" The voice questioned before it gave another mocking laugh to the teens. The most annoying thing about the voice was that it sounded like an old hermit who kidnaps people and uses them. "Oh no, those things you've killed are not people, but much rather one of my many projects I've started. These are just the first."
A camera then revealed itself on the right side of the teens and a red flashing dot make its presence easy to notice.
On the other side of the camera, a man sat on a leather chair with both hands to the sides and a cigar between his lips, puffing smoke out with calm breaths. His hair style was identical to Cyrus Temple's and his body shape was the same bulky side you'd normally see from him too. In fact, this guy was also wearing a STAG uniform that bared resemblance to Temple's besides the obvious clue that this one was warn and the words stag scratched off in all places it was originally.
His face was between two screens. One that had the view of Matt and Kristen standing in the underground room with the flooded water and one on a news report about the STAG aircraft carrier that had just been destroyed. The man gave a sadistic smile as he watched the STAG boat burning in the sea and the VTOLs along with it. He then directed his attention to the two Goths in his 'lair' again.
"As you have witnessed, my minions are of one of my vast alterations to man. They're more faster to react and are the first of having the honor of adapting to what man as desperately tried to ascend for many years." The man explained.
On Matt and Kristen's side everything seemed unbelievable to them. They were more than certain that this guy was more than crazy, if not stupid. There did appear to be different effects from the bums as he had mentioned. Matt couldn't believe what he was hearing, but Kristen was analyzing what she had experienced and witnessed during the encounters with the four bums with yellow eyes. There was something more to them than what she had observed. Not everything was as open by the looks as they seemed. Everything that the bums were doing wasn't normal for human actions, but it meant that the issue was genetic.
"So, you're messing with human DNA." Kristen concluded. "You're taking what you can use on human beings and aggravating their violent genes to make them threatening."
"Clever girl..." The man replied while zooming in a camera at her.
"What are you talking about? You actually decided to mess with humans and their minds?" Matt asked the man.
"Correct, Mister Miller." The man replied, earning a surprised glance from the male Goth, but leaving Kristen with the emotionless face she carried.
"How do you know my name?" Matt asks.
"Oh, my resources are more than enough to discover information about certain organizations and their leaders." The man replied. "If I am not mistaken, you are the leader of the now disorganized Deckers, am I wrong?"
"Yes, but I doubt we're down to disorganization. We've fallen upon hard times since our unexpected defeat, but what hasn't killed us just makes us stronger, am I right?" Matt says.
Kristen just stood there with an annoyed expression on her face. Matt's sudden talk of strength seemed to make her feel nothing but sympathy for his defense. It carried meaning full words to abide by, but not a strong person to stand with.
"Considering you were the reason for your gang's defeat, I suppose it is you who deserves the full blame of the incident." The man says.
Matt then turned his head down and went silent, knowing that it was his failure to defeat The Boss that had made the gang completely plummet from Steelport, disgracing his signature position. Kristen looked back at Matt with a small shard of guilt, but knew he deserved the retort. It wasn't like he had charged at the heard when all of his members were getting pushed away. But anyone in his position with a deadly force known as the 3rd Street Saints heading right for then would see it as a good idea to just to run from the force instead of engaging it, so Kristen had to consider that as one excuse.
"Hey, he may have not picked the best option, but it certainly was one up from the worst." Kristen says.
"Oh, and how could it have gone better?" The man asked, curious for an answer. But he knew she would remain silent since it was an instantly asked question.
Kristen couldn't think of anything and remained silent while she looked directly into the camera eye, fearless of anything he would say. This guy wasn't really appearing to be menacingly to her, so it just seemed like a case of a guy who thinks he could have it his way.
"Just as I thought."
"Are you going to show yourself or what?" Kristen asked getting annoyed with all the suspense she and Matt were facing.
"Oh, don't worry little girl. I promise not to bore you with all the details." The man replied. "Though I won't being showing myself to you, I will offer you this warn: everything about my new pets will be perfect one day, so the next few that play with you will be... inferior."
Suddenly, a set of doors started to open that came from the ceiling, revealing the daylight of outside. The two Goths may have felt the air becoming more easy to breath in, but it didn't seem right the way everything was done here. Why did the guy open up the ceiling?
Suddenly, figures appeared at the corners of the opening and let out a blood hurdling roar that would make the normal kind of person wet themselves. The man appeared to have revealed his latest pets and from the height they were at, Kristen would have enough time to prep up her defenses.
"They're a bit far from intercepting us. I really doubt they're going to be more than a challenge than the others we've fought." Kristen says.
"You should learn to review your enemies more closely, dear Kristen." The guy's voice echoed. "These ones above you may be imperfect, but they do have a special talent that makes them differ from the average people of humanity. See?"
Kristen looked at the figures above and directed her vision to their movements, as well as trading her D4TH Blossoms for her dual Shock Hammers. If she was correct, things would start getting more interesting to experience in the next few seconds.
With surprise, the figures on the top leaped from their ground and went right down the hatch that only just opened. The guess Kristen had made silently was correct. Apparently these bums were immune to falling damage, or at least didn't take the effects as badly as a person would.
Knowing the danger that this would attract, Kristen turned to Matt and demanded for him to move away. "Matt, ran!"
Kristen looked at falling people again and they seemed to be getting faster as they fell. They looked somehow different though.
"No, I need-" Matt started but couldn't get all the words out of his mouth as a large shockwave had hit his feet and sent him flying back down the tunnel that the two had traveled down before.
It was surprising that it had happened to the Decker leader, as no one had the ability to do such a thing to him. Well, no one but...
"Sorry, Matt..." Kristen says with guilt.
Kristen had leveled her right Shock Hammer to the ground just seconds ago in order to make Matt sway away from the dangers of the altered humans. He was going to have to accept it: he is not a front lines type of guy. He didn't carry the body or the mind for a street fight. The best thing he could do was lead behind a computer and know his way into systems. She should've realized his true place from the beginning. It was foolish to think that he was worthy to lead battles. Then again, it wasn't her fault that he had come down here. He wanted to make the challenge of taking this area and making a new hang out for the Deckers to own. But he was so easily intimidated by the strength of others that it seemed stereotypical of a gang leader to lack the strength for fighting.
Kristen raised her right Shock Hammer off of the ground and smashed it into the first face of the closest altered human and sent him flying into the giant metal object in the middle of the room and got killed upon impact.
The others then landed on the ground around Kristen. She was about to strike at the rest of the people, but also noticed the looks they shared. She hesitated for a moment, not understanding what was happening. They all weren't bums at all. Instead, everyone there wasn't of that low class but instead appeared to be workers that appeared to be a part of corporations. There were men and women who had even stronger and intense yellow eyes to follow along with their appearance.
Kristen then realized her foolish hesitation and struck at the ground that a few were standing on, killing at least three when some were caught in the blast and impaled against a wall. That was only three of nine that had landed on the ground. The other six had jumped and instantly went to land on Kristen who jumped out of the way and did a flip in the process. The six had smashed into each other and half of the numbers were cut down when three of the altered humans had suddenly raged at their foolish counterparts and ripped them to pieces. Apparently finger nails were altered besides their jumping and landing as well.
"Wait, what? What the actual fuck?!" Kristen asked with horror.
"They're much more dormant than regular people, dear Kristen. They're more effective when it comes to clearing their competition away." The man explained.
"That's just sick..." Kristen replied.
She then struck both her Shock Hammers down to the ground and expected all three of them to fly away when the blasts hit their feet. Instead, only two flew away and the one in the middle of the group just struck its claws into to the ground, which somehow enacted as a barricade to her attacks. The defense it had made caught her off guard.
"What? No way..." Kristen says while stepping back with shock. "How could they beat my Shock Hammers?!"
"My pets have amazing abilities. They're able to adapt to one's abilities. Now watch as my pet decides to pull the next strike." The man says.
The altered human then let out a roar that sounded more beast than man and jumped into the air with its claws extending and arms outstretched. The speed it was using against her was a just as fast a simple Decker Specialist could pull off. Kristen would've dodged them, but she didn't know what could've gotten in the way of her path to make things worse. Her arms were not fast enough to attack the target so she was sure this would be it.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Gunshots were heard and the final altered human dropped limp to the ground with all intended moves of engagement shattered. The body then landed at Kristen's feet and made a big splash that got her lower legs wet. The body had smoke burns in five points of the body and continued to burn.
Kristen looked in the direction of the shooter and saw none other than who she didn't expect.
"Matt!"
Matt Miller, the person who spent most of his life learning and attacking with machines, who hadn't taken any violent actions against anyone in real life, had gotten his first kill. His hands held his one 45 Shepherd and marked that he was the reason for the final kill.
"The mockery of this!" The man shouted sounding angry. "But I suppose you had an advantage to win today. After all, these are my imperfect experiments, and this is only a small base compared to where my real one is."
"What? This isn't your main location this place?" Kristen asked clearly annoyed.
"I'm sorry to say Miss Kristen..." The man says sounding almost regretful, but then. "...but yes! My real location is in a much better, much secured area than here. This place is nothing but a peck of my greatness. Just wait till the future sets in motion and you'll know what I mean. Until then... welcome to your new base."
Then the camera lost its feed and the place became silent. Everything was like it was with the silence before, but a little less corpse filled before.
Matt and Kristen then regrouped together and the two locked eyes at each other. Matt appeared to have been affected a lot more than she was. He was looking at her and trying his best not to turn away from her face to look at the dead person he had killed.
"Matt, are you alright?" Kristen asked softly.
"I... I killed someone." Matt says silently.
"Are you alright?" Kristen asked again.
Matt remained silent as he reflected her question throughout his head. This was difficult to explain and only his lips implied that he needed to say something.
Kristen then knew of the question that would make Matt respond. Either with a positive answer or even a negative one. "How did it make you feel, Matt?"
"I feel..." Matt starts. "I feel..."
"Yes..?" Kristen asks.
"... I feel alive." Matt says raising his head and opening his eyes a lot further. "I'm feeling this surge of energy bolt through my mind and body. It's like the world envoys my life greatly. I cannot express all of it, but it feels... great!"
Kristen then smiled as he explained his experience with the first kill of his life. He was taking this pretty well, but it was no doubt shaking to imagine his first kill by himself. Maybe Kristen was wrong to believe he wasn't worthy for fighting. Maybe Matt just needed a calling card to set things straight for him to adapt to the real world. The first thing Kristen would need to do is to make sure Matt becomes much stronger in body and mind to adapt.
"Matt, I think you and I are going to head to a GYM." Kristen announces.
"What?" Matt asked with confusion.
"I think you might just have what it takes to become a fighter after all. No joke." Kristen says.
"Really?" Matt asks.
"Yeah, now let's go. The smell of the dead bodies are setting in and I don't want to be cursed with it." Kristen says.
"Alright. I'll make sure the other Deckers deal with the bodies when they arrive then." Matt says.
The two Goths then started to walk back the way they had traveled and went to leave the area, hoping to not be forced back here again before the rest of the Deckers arrive to do the clean up job. First the two would get cleaned up and then they would start with the intense training. The thoughts of what they had experienced however would simply not just go away quickly. That man was crazy, but he appeared to be a mastermind of human altering. Without a doubt, he was going to impact their future in ways they couldn't possibly imagine. It will only get weirder for her on.
To Be Continued. . .