"Young master, please, you have to listen to me very carefully! The other familia members are coming to kill you both! Please, you need to hide yourself and Serena somewhere safe until I arrive!" Cedric's voice trembled with urgency and fear as he delivered the warning.
"Hey, what are you talking abou—" Alex's voice trailed off as the phone call abruptly ended, leaving him with a mixture of confusion, anxiety, and a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
'I can't believe this. They're making their move now. Maybe they were waiting for this moment, but first, I need to make sure that Serena is safe. I should hide her as fast as possible,' Alex thought urgently, his mind racing with thoughts of protecting his sister.
In a flurry of urgency, Alex rushed towards Serena's room, his heart pounding with worry. He flung open the door and gently shook her awake, his voice hushed but urgent.
"Serena, wake up. It can get pretty noisy with the rainstorm getting stronger. You should sleep in that room," he whispered, his tone conveying the gravity of the situation.
Serena rubbed her eyes sleepily, but upon seeing the concern etched on Alex's face, she nodded silently and followed him to the designated room. With a final reassuring smile, Alex locked the door behind her.
"Good night," he whispered through the door before turning away, his mind consumed with thoughts of keeping his sister safe amidst the looming threat.With Serena safely tucked away, Alex's mind raced with determination. "Okay, with this, she'll be safe.
Now, what should I do?" he thought, his brows furrowing in concentration. "Should I hide? No, I must do something about them. But how?" As he pondered his next move, a sudden realization struck him. "Wait, I seem to have forgotten something... Oh yeah, Tyson!"
With renewed urgency, Alex bolted towards Tyson's location, his heart pounding with a sense of purpose. There was no time to waste – he needed to ensure Tyson's safety and devise a plan to confront their adversaries head-on.When Alex reached Tyson, he called out, "Tyson, you there?"
As Tyson looked up from the large book he was engrossed in, Alex was shocked. "Oh, Alex, you're back! You took so long. By the way, this book is really interesting," Tyson exclaimed.
Regaining his focus, Alex addressed Tyson, "Listen to me very carefully, okay?" Tyson nodded attentively, and Alex proceeded to explain the situation to him in detail.
In the midst of their conversation, Tyson's voice cut through the air with a tinge of disbelief, "What? Some people are coming to kill you guys?"
Alex's response was terse but firm, "Yeah."Concern etched across his features, Tyson inquired further, "What about your sister?"
"Don't worry about her. I locked her in a soundproof room. She won't be able to hear anything from outside, she will be safe there" Alex assured him, his voice tinged with urgency.
As the weight of the situation settled upon them, Tyson turned to Alex, his expression a mix of concern and determination, "And what about you, Alex?"
With a hint of resignation, Alex replied, "I'll manage somehow."The tension in the air thickened as Tyson pressed for clarification, "What do you mean, manage? They're coming to ki—
"Before Tyson could finish his sentence, Alex cut him off abruptly, his tone urgent, "More importantly, Tyson, you should run away from here before they arrive."
Unwilling to stand idly by, Tyson clenched his fists in determination, "Then let me help you."
A note of desperation crept into Alex's voice as he rejected Tyson's offer, "No, look, Tyson, I don't want to involve you. You're a complete outsider. Just because of our personal fights, I don't want you to die in that—"
But before Alex could finish his sentence, Tyson's fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Alex shouted, his voice filled with a mixture of shock and anger.
Undeterred, Tyson stood his ground, his voice steady, "You can't even defend against my punch. How do you plan to 'manage somehow'?"
In the heavy silence, Tyson recalled Alex's father's words, ″Strength is always with Unity.'"
The mention of his father's teachings ignited a flame within Alex, stirring up memories of a past conversation. He recalled a heated argument with his father, insisting on his own self-reliance, only to be met with his father's sage advice. "No matter how capable you become, you will always need someone's help. You may not realize it now, but someday someone will punch you in the face to make you understand that," his father had said.
In that moment, as Alex gazed at Tyson, a newfound resolve washed over him. He recognized the wisdom in his father's words and felt a deep admiration for the strength of character they instilled.
Turning to Tyson, he nodded with conviction. "You admire your father. You believe in his words, right? So let's work together, Alex," Tyson declared, extending his hand in a gesture of solidarity.
With a sense of determination and humility, Alex accepted Tyson's offer of assistance, understanding that even the strongest among us need the support of others. As their hands met in a firm handshake, Alex knew that together, they could overcome any obstacle that lay ahead.
With a mixture of surprise and amusement, Alex chuckled, "You're one crazy moron." He accepted Tyson's hand and got up with his help.
Tyson asked Alex, "So, what do you want to do? Hide, or fight back?" Alex replied with determination, "Well, I have to teach them a lesson for what would happen if they mess with me."
As they shook hands, a sense of camaraderie settled between them, and Alex spoke with resolve, "Let's take them down together."A smile tugged at Tyson's lips as he agreed, "Yeah, let's do it."
With a shared understanding, they exchanged plans and strategies, their determination unwavering."Then let's go and execute the plan," Alex suggested.
"Yeah," Tyson affirmed, and with that, they set off, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in purpose and resolve.
--
As the two cars rolled to a stop in front of the mansion, tension hung thick in the air.
One by one, the occupants of the vehicles emerged, their movements purposeful as they prepared their weapons for the impending confrontation.
Their leader, Lucius, surveyed the scene with a calculated gaze. "Hey, why are you guys preparing your guns?" he questioned, his voice sharp with authority.
"Why waste bullets on mere kids? We can just kill them with knives.""But, Commander Lucius, we can kill them easily with guns," one of his subordinates interjected, a note of uncertainty in his voice.A voice crackled through Lucius's wireless earpiece, cutting through the tension.
"Don't you think you're taking this too lightly, Lucius?" It was his boss, the head of their organization.
Lucius's expression tightened as he listened to his superior's admonition. "Oh, come on, boss," he replied defensively. "Our familia is already running out of resources, so I was just trying to save as much as possible."
"That's not what I'm talking about," his boss retorted sternly. "You're underestimating the Sun Familia. In fact, I think they've already figured out our plan. End this quickly and get out of there. If we get caught, consider it as the end for our familia."
"Okay, okay," Lucius conceded, feeling the weight of his boss's warning. He signaled to his group, and with a sense of urgency, they began to make their way towards the mansion, their footsteps echoing ominously in the stillness of the night.
--inside the mansion- -
Both Tyson and Alex observed everything from the window. "Alex, how many are there?" Tyson asked.
"Ten," Alex answered."Do you think we can take them down?" Tyson inquired.
"Yeah, if everything goes as planned," Alex replied.With determination, they each grabbed a baseball bat and put on Night vision goggles "Let's go," Alex said."Yeah," Tyson agreed.
As everyone entered the mansion, Alex pressed a button, and all the doors and windows closed shut. Lucius and his group noticed, and confusion spread among them. "What the...? How did the doors close?" some of them murmured."Don't panic. This much security is to be expected in the house of the Sun Familia's boss," Lucius reassured his group.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "Why are they closing the doors right after we entered the mansion? They could have closed them before," he pondered silently.
Suddenly, Alex cut off the generator, plunging the mansion into darkness. Panic swept through Lucius's group as they struggled to see anything. "Get torch lights!" Lucius commanded, but his group hesitated.
"We didn't bring any," they admitted."Useless Fools!" Lucius cursed under his breath. "Spread out and search."Dividing into two groups, they began to explore the mansion.
As Lucius walked, he stumbled upon a torchlight. However, his attention was diverted by the sound of his group screaming in pain.
Rushing to their aid, he discovered four of his men trapped in bear foothold traps, their feet bleeding and unable to move.
Horrified, Lucius muttered, "Bear traps?" in shock then from other direction the screams came and then Lucius rushed to find the source, Meanwhile Alex, observing everything from upstairs, mumbled to himself, "Four down, huh?"
Lucius rushed forward and found three of his men lying unconscious on the ground. He spotted Tyson knocking out another one with his baseball bat.
Before Tyson could react, Lucius charged at him, delivering a swift kick to his face. "Are you guys okay?" Lucius asked his remaining conscious man.
"I'm fine, sir," the man replied. "But four of our men are unconscious."Lucius's irritation simmered beneath the surface as he directed his attention towards Tyson, who was struggling to rise to his feet.
"Ah, you're still alive. Normally, one kick from me is enough to knock out anyone. You're quite resilient, kid," Lucius remarked with a hint of grudging respect.
He punctuated his words with another forceful kick to Tyson's stomach, causing him to collapse once again.
"Hey, kill this brat!" Lucius ordered his man, handing over his torchlight. Confused, the man asked, "But, Commander, where are you going?"
Ignoring the question, Lucius retrieved a box from his pocket and opened it, revealing contact lenses.
As he put them on, he muttered, "Looks like I underestimated the situation. I thought I just had to kill those kids, but how could I forget? I'm killing the son of the Sun Familia's boss. I guess I have to take this seriously.''
The lenses began to glow green, enhancing his vision. He detected a presence in a nearby room – it was Serena. "Found you," he said, heading towards the room where Serena was locked.
The tense atmosphere crackled as the man raised his knife, his resolve evident in his steely gaze. "Sorry, kid. Nothing personal," he muttered, preparing to strike.
In a flash, Alex reacted, brandishing a stun gun with swift precision. A surge of electricity filled the air, causing the man to stagger backward, his grip on the knife loosening. "Sorry, nothing personal," Alex quipped calmly, his movements calculated.
With a decisive swing of his bat, Alex delivered a powerful blow, striking the man squarely on the temple. The assailant crumpled to the ground, unconsciousness enveloping him in a swift and decisive defeat.
Checking on Tyson, Alex asked, "Hey, Tyson, are you okay?"
"Yeah, somehow," Tyson replied. "Looks like the damage from the bridge was still hitting me, which was bad enough, but that guy had to kick me in the same spot, making it worse.
"With this guy down, Alex realized there was one more left. "Where is the last one?" he asked Tyson.
"That guy went that way," Tyson pointed in the direction. Suddenly, Alex's expression changed.
"Oh no, that way leads to the room where Serena is!" With a sense of urgency, Alex rushed towards Serena's location.
"What, wait, Ale-!" Tyson began, but he knew he couldn't remain idle. "Damn it, I can't be laying around at times like this. Move, MOVE!" he urged his body, struggling to get up.
Lucius stood in front of the locked room, his gaze fixed on the door behind which he sensed a presence. His hand reached for the knob, but it resisted his attempt to turn it. "Locked, huh," he mumbled, his frustration mounting. With a determined scowl, he lifted his leg, intending to deliver a forceful kick to the door.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" A commanding voice shattered the tense silence, causing Lucius to freeze in his tracks. He turned to see Alex, standing in the dimly lit corridor, a stun gun trained on him.
"So, you finally showed up yourself, huh, Sun Familia's brat," Lucius remarked, his tone laced with contempt.
"Don't move, or else I will shoot you," Alex warned, his grip on the stun gun steady. A flicker of surprise crossed his face as he noticed the eerie glow emanating from Lucius's eyes. "How is he able to see in this darkness?" Alex wondered to himself, quickly deducing the source. "I see, hunter lenses, huh. That makes sense," he murmured, his mind racing with possibilities.
"Oh, you'll shoot me? Try if you can," Lucius taunted, his smirk evident even in the dim light. Without hesitation, he lashed out with a swift kick, knocking the stun gun from Alex's grasp.
Before Alex could react, Lucius delivered a powerful punch to his face, sending him hurtling backward.With a loud crash, Alex collided with the nearby window, shattering it into a cascade of shards.
Outside, the relentless rain and booming thunder provided a chaotic backdrop to their confrontation. Alex lay sprawled on the ground, his head spinning from the impact, struggling to regain his bearings.
"Hey, come on. You throwing in the towel now? After setting those traps and injuring my members, you think I'll spare you like that?" Lucius sneered, his tone dripping with malice. With a menacing glint in his eye, he brandished his knife, poised to deliver the final blow.
In that moment of desperation, Alex braced himself for the inevitable. "I guess this is it," he thought, a pang of regret coursing through him.
"Here I was, thinking to rule Sun Familia just like my father did."As he imagined a future where he imagined himself ruling Sun Familia alongside Tyson and Serena, their smiles lighting up his days. Regret washed over him as he lamented his failure to protect those he cared for most.
"I wish this could have been our future," he mused, his heart heavy with sorrow.But just as Lucius prepared to strike, a miraculous intervention halted his deadly blow.
Through the haze of pain and despair, Alex saw Tyson, wielding his bat like a shield, blocking Lucius's knife with unwavering resolve.Lucius glared at Tyson, his grip tightening on the knife as he advanced. "You again," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain.
On the other side, Tyson, despite his injuries, stood firm, clutching his bat tightly as they faced off."I see you finished him off. Seriously, who are you, kid? Why are you protecting him?" Lucius demanded, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"He saved my life, that's why," Tyson replied, his voice steady as he applied pressure to the bat, ready for the impending clash.
Lucius hesitated for a moment, his expression shifting from anger to contemplation. "Look, kid, I don't have anything against you, but you hurt my comrades. So I have no choice but to kill you," he explained, his tone tinged with regret.
With a sudden surge of determination, Lucius charged towards Tyson, brandishing his knife. He lunged forward with a swift strike, but Tyson managed to evade the attack with a deft sidestep. However, before he could react, Lucius landed a powerful punch to Tyson's stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
But Tyson refused to yield. With a swift movement, he grabbed Lucius's arm, catching him off guard. "Take this!" Tyson exclaimed, swiftly pulling Alex's stun gun from his pocket and firing it at Lucius.
Caught off guard by the sudden shock, Lucius staggered backward, his mind racing with disbelief. "When did he picked it?" he thought, his thoughts interrupted by the searing pain coursing through his body.
Writhing in agony, he struggled to regain his footing.Meanwhile, seizing the opportunity presented by Lucius's momentary vulnerability, Tyson sprang into action. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily upon him, he summoned all his remaining strength and focused it into a single, powerful swing of his bat. The air whistled as the bat arced through the air, aimed squarely at his adversary.
The bat connected with a resounding thud, striking Lucius squarely in the face. With a groan, he thought, "I guess we should have brought the gun." Before he could react further, Lucius collapsed to the ground, rendered unconscious by the force of the blow.
Tyson breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his brow as he surveyed the scene. "Finally, that was a close call," he muttered to himself before rushing to Alex's side."Hey, Alex, you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he checked on his friend's condition.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I just... got this cut," Alex replied weakly, gesturing to the wound on his arm."Where's the first aid box?" Tyson inquired, scanning the room frantically.
Alex pointed to a shelf in the corner, and Tyson wasted no time retrieving it. With steady hands, he tended to Alex's wound, applying the necessary treatment to stop the bleeding.
"I guess that should do," Tyson remarked with a sense of relief after treating Alex's injured arm, the tension in the room easing slightly."Thanks, Tyson, but why go this far, one wrong move and you could have died you know?" Alex inquired, genuine curiosity coloring his voice.Tyson, worn out and sprawled on the floor, looked up at the ceiling with a weary smile.
"Alex, why did you save me from falling off that bridge?" he countered, his eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and contemplation.
Before Alex could respond, Tyson interjected, "That's my answer." A chuckle escaped his lips, breaking the momentary silence. "Looks like our plan got messed up."
"Yeah, but in the end, we managed to save your sister, right?" Tyson shifted, pushing himself up and extending his fist towards Alex.
Alex met Tyson's fist with his own, completing the fist bump. "Yeah," he affirmed with a nod.
The sound of approaching vehicles outside caught their attention, prompting Alex to glance out the window. Observing Cedric and the Sun Familia members geared up for what seemed like a confrontation, Alex muttered, "Finally, he comes, huh?" He waved at Cedric before the group made their way inside the mansion.
Cedric, armed and visibly concerned, hurried towards Alex upon entering. "Young master, are you okay?" he inquired urgently, his voice thick with worry."Yeah, I'm completely fine. So is Serena, so don't worry, Cedric," Alex reassured him, a sense of calm in his demeanor.
Cedric let out a sigh of relief, his emotions momentarily overcoming him before he regained control. "Thank goodness," he muttered under his breath.However, Cedric's attention soon shifted to Tyson, he pointed his gun on him.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his gaze unwavering.Stepping in front of Tyson protectively, Alex raised his hand. "Lower your gun, Cedric. You're mistaken.He's the one who saved me. If he wasn't there, both Serena and I would have been killed by now," Alex clarified firmly with a serious face.
Cedric hesitated before reluctantly lowering his gun. "I see. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding," he admitted, acknowledging his error.
"More importantly, Cedric, can you take care of those guys?" Alex gestured towards Lucius and his group. "If Serena sees this, she'll panic."
Cedric nodded solemnly. "Understood," he replied before instructing his group to handle Lucius's group, efficiently managing the situation with authoritative commands.
As Cedric's team tended to the injured and tied up Lucius's crew, Cedric effortlessly lifted Lucius with one hand, using a tin chain. Tyson was astonished. "He's carrying him like he weighs nothing," he muttered in disbelief, marveling at Cedric's strength.
Alex turned to Tyson with a serious expression. "I need to ask you some questions. Are you ready to answer them?"
Tyson nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I also have lots of questions for you," he admitted, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
"Then how about we both play chess?" Alex suggested with a smile.
To be continued