A red-haired teenage male body came flailing out a door, with the entrance flying out as his back scraped against the reflective floor. Holding his chest momentarily, brushing two fingers against his stomach to feel his ribs, he widened his eyes, and flipped back onto his feet, at just half the speed of light. To counter this, there was the Reaper's foot, insole stabbed right where the ginger previously stood... devoid of any real emotion over his features.
There was this unfathomable emotion drawn over his eyes, the slightest spread of lips as he attempted to catch his breath from such a swift previous moment. The Reaper released his knees from the crouched stance he'd just assumed, black tendrils that stood protruding out his hidden bones beginning to subtract as he revealed his gloved extremities.
"You're the one who wanted to fight, remember? Unless you want to… answer me, then you don't have to get hurt any further," The Reaper's cold suggestion was served apathetically, spreading his fingers apart so he could snap the bone below the index's skinned hide.
"Like hell, you emo fuck!" Ace yelled rebelliously, blood steaming out both nostrils,
"Look who's talking," The Reaper replied with a sinister smirk painting his pink lips, but just then, all of his strands kept straight falling to his head's sides.
Ace couldn't help but instinctively unleash a gasp, even with Eternal Sight engraved into his eyes, there was nothing. The only thing that remained was the question of how this was possible. Divergence's innate physical prowess could see through such far distances limited to forward of a 500 meters, so why… WHY couldn't he sense that strong presence?!
Like the moon abruptly vanishing when slipping into a smooth slumber riddled with loud snores filling the bedroom, there remained nothing in the wake of the white-haired Reaper he'd named his enemy. It was like the split second you'd witness before a foot slid in the tiniest slit in the concrete's where you could see everything. The very reason Wilder couldn't sense the presence of the Reaper was thanks to the speeds he was moving at, equivalent to that of light.
The figure of the enemy briefly spotted in miniature spots like green lightning streaking past his eyesight, Wilder clenched his teeth and clapped his hands together, thus creating a crackling effect signature to electricity's distorting audio. Like unsticking paper from glue, bolts generated as he slid apart his palms from touching,
'Why isn't he attacking me…?'
Condensing the air around the center would ensure any intruders would get crushed the second they step foot into this invisible barrier. But, something occurred- and mere seconds away from Wilder invoking his spell to shield himself from offensive attacks, his wrist was yanked away. Sucking the air between gritted teeth, inhaling just shakily as he winced at the abruptness of such an intense pain, there the Reaper was.
Simply holding his wrist in his fingers, squeezing his bones ever so slightly, however, even the most miniature amount of pressure; gifted with the Reaper's insurmountable innate strength… needless to say, Ace wouldn't be using his right hand for a while. Maybe it had something to do with the bones dislocating from the extended arm. In shock at such an enormous display of unbelievable strength, the loudest scream possible unraveled from the inner machinations of his throat to the point of his vocals cracking.
"AGHHHHH! FUCK!"
The Reaper felt the splatter of blood droplets fly onto his features, touching the tips of his fingers against the liquid drenching his skin, wiping it away to reveal his complexion.
"I can heal the pain. Answer my question and I'll do so, Ace Wilder," Another chilling demand slipped out the Reaper's cords entered the area as Ace collapsed to his knees, holding his limp wrist in hand just barely inhaling through such pained breaths.
"Go… fuck yourself!"
Just then, a tendril ensnared the throat of the ginger, something like a snake wrapping its lengthy body around dirt to locate their destination; Ace choked on spit. Scratching at the tentacle he was chained by with bitten nails, Wilder kept moving, clawing his way through by every inch he cut through. However, it was all for naught, for every inch he'd demolished had regenerated soon after. There was nothing left for him, no escape to prolong his life span, but even here, despite his useless efforts, the human instinct to survive had innately activated.
Deep within the heart of Ace, there was the sole desire to exist further, continuously moving further to reach a future he wanted. He remembered a childhood, one where he had green eyes and brown hair at a time, standing beside a girl with snowy hair and crimson eyes. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel this tightening sensation in his chest at the sight of her face as she turned to face him… there was no doubt about it. After all this time, after trying so hard to unlock those vaulted memories, he finally remembered this girl's name.
In a last ditch effort to save himself from certain death as the Reaper's strength sunk its fangs into his very soul, a spark entered the air, desperate… maybe in the back of his mind, he'd know. That, this, too, would save not only himself but the most soul within that the Reaper's hollow shell. And so, like the soft sounds of a mother lulling a babe to a heavy sleep, the very sound of the lost name had lit ablaze… a forgotten soul back to life.
"Ce… Celine…"
There existed a forgotten time where happiness was normal, where the idea of hybrids was nothing but a fantasy. One where the concepts of superhumans was something out of movies, for in an unaware world, they were prowling around with insurmountable ostrength. Despite this, however, they still remained human, and this is more evident than ever in the form of a love story between two people. Celine Pierce, a lonely girl who didn't have any parents to go to, and August Rivera, the prodigy of a lineage destined for greatness thanks to a father's innovation and wealth.
That coupling, that one in a million chance of them meeting in the Old World, little did that man know, when he was but a youngling- that relationship with the girl who would've been his mother: would save his future son. A sting had erupted from his mind's core, bleeding profusely out his nostrils, he screamed out in terror as he scratched at his white hair.
Digging his nails into his tanned head so streaks of flesh could reveal themselves, skin chunks hitting the ground, crying out at such a sudden surge of agony hitting his head. What was this feeling? The mission he'd been given at the start, where had it gone? A programming had been overridden by the forgotten host abruptly reawakening, and a sudden declaration as a kick dug into the side of the bed intruding programming courtesy of the true host.
'I'll sing a requiem for you, imposter… I'm done dreaming.'
And with that declaration from the Requiem to the imposter immediately torn apart by his reawakening, there was but one thing that remained certain: August Rivera had returned.
The presence was pressured by the depths of the ocean's infinite supply of water, somehow, just simply the distance from the prison floating to the Evolutionary Capital was enough. Just enough for someone to move about her daily life without worrying of her father's old soul returning to his current body, for there was something else she'd been dealing with. Currently asleep from the long plane ride, Katie's snores weee that of a child shedding the tiredness off themselves, blanket covering her curves just up to her neck.
The sun started to set on this day, remnants of light, children of the sun, peeking in through the window above the door just to shine against her white face. Chin resting against interlocked fingers, eyes closed, the sounds exiting her mouth were hums in accordance to the beat of the music her ears were absorbing.
The Hawk's Nest had closed for the day, with all residents in their rooms, her job was done. Enjoying the quiet of the loosening hours of the dwindling sun, signaling the end of the day. The earbuds were wireless, the tone of the song seemed to be that of 'Fireflies' by Owl City, it sent a wave of nostalgia over her body. Like she was back being a little kid in the 2010s with her parents buying her a pretzel, holding her dad's hand as they led the way to their trip to the Smithsonian. Yes… a time when everything was so much better than it was now.
When she was surrounded by the warmth of love, but even that, especially now, the desire to be wanted and embraced by someone you love- but a distant memory. At times when you remember the fondness of a recollection, you'd smile, and chuckle, but remembering those times. Sitting in the dead of the summer's mild heat in a club room surrounded by people she loved as opposed to only one, asleep.
There was something- there had to be. Everyone had fled to places where they'd to develop themselves. Her brother dedicated himself to honing his body for the sake of his goal, as did her cousin, as she declared that she be free of any debt… and now Kima. Being stuck to the chains of friends, of relationships and others, were they truly so binding that she couldn't find anything to aid her?
The desire to live and locate something to live for. Had she not wanted something like that, did a time like that not exist? After all, she desires her brother to be here, the same as her cousin… their mentor. Were those not as valid as the others' desires?
The next thing she knew, a breeze hit her face, the sun had vanished over the horizon, with her white strands moving with the flow of the wind. A calm exhalation into the cold air, purple eyes blending with the darker environment, shadowy patterns below her eyelids glowed to the edges as she searched around. The tapping of shoes as they brushes against concrete was all she needed to know… for this rooftop was surrounded by skyscrapers, and as grey clouds crackled a blue illumination, she could smell it in the air. A prelude to a reign of continuous nature, the declaration of a grey shade that would persist until the morning as the sun's golden luminescence would meekly attempt to peer through the clouds.
Turning her head with one hand in her hoodie's pocket, Kima's fingers around the joint in between her lips pulled it back, letting the smoke secrete out her nostrils.
"I knew you'd trace me eventually. Tell me- wanna hit… June?"
There she was, the emerald tint signatory to Convergence's infinite potential staggering the veil of black so she could be alerted. June shook her head from side to side, and exhaled ever so gently, maybe a few seconds after Kim's inquiry, she thought to herself and shrugged the worry off her shoulders.
"Yeah… why not?"
To Be Continued.