The sound of gunshots echoed through the ruined safe house, each shot from Ken's handgun punctuating the tension in the room. His eyes were sharp, calculating, his every movement precise, but the smoke swirling around Shane made it difficult for the bullets to land cleanly. Ken's shots were quick, and his aim was deadly—but the smoke, it blocked them, diffused their power. Each shot that missed added more pressure on Ken, his breathing becoming shallow, his fingers tightening on the gun's grip.
He hadn't seen a fight like this in years.
Shane laughed, the sound eerie and unsettling. "Is this really the best you can do, Ken? Just a gunman and a brat with shadows? You don't even know what you're up against."
Ken's jaw clenched. Brat with shadows? He didn't care about Shane's taunts, but they gnawed at him. His gun clicked empty again, forcing him to reload quickly, eyes never straying from Shane.
Across the room, Selena was locked in her own battle—dark tendrils of shadow clashing against the swirling smoke Shane conjured. Her shadows struck with incredible force, but Shane's smoke curled around them, snuffing them out like a candle's flame. He had the upper hand here—he controlled the air, the space itself—but Selena wasn't backing down.
Her eyes burned with determination. The shadows writhed around her like a storm, wrapping around her arms, her legs, every part of her as if they were an extension of herself. "Get out of my way, Shane," she hissed, her voice sharp with fury as she twisted the shadows into thick coils and thrust them forward.
The smoke wrapped around them, clashing, and the shadows sputtered out, disintegrating into thin air. Shane grinned, smug and unrelenting. "You're pathetic. My smoke will swallow your shadows, just like it swallows you."
Selena gritted her teeth, focusing. "Not today," she muttered under her breath.
Ken shot again, aiming for Shane's torso, but once more, the bullets vanished into the dense smoke without so much as a dent. This isn't working, Ken thought, his frustration mounting. He was getting slower, more frustrated. His pulse throbbed in his ears, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
He could feel Selena's strain too—her shadows were weakening, but she refused to back down. He couldn't let her fight this alone.
Ken paused. His breath came in shallow gasps, his fingers slick against the gun. If I use it… I won't have the strength to fight again. But she needs me.
His hand tightened around the silver gun resting on his thigh.
The hesitation was palpable. He had avoided using the Silver Gun for years, preferring to fight with his skill and speed, with his normal weapon. He had always felt that the Silver Gun was a crutch, a weakness—a tool that took away the need for real skill. But in this moment, in the thick of battle, with Selena struggling against the smoke and her strength faltering, he knew he had no choice.
His heart raced as he slid the gun from its holster.
"Stay with me, Selena," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else.
In a fluid motion, he spun around and aimed the Silver Gun at Shane. The weapon hummed, a strange, metallic resonance, like it was alive, ready to fire. Ken's hesitation lingered for only a moment longer, but then he pulled the trigger.
A burst of rapid fire rang out. The bullets tore through the air with unnerving speed, hitting their target. But the real power of the Silver Gun was in its tracking ability—the bullets honed in on Shane's movements, following him, locking onto his position.
The first bullet struck Shane in the shoulder. The second and third pierced his legs, forcing him to stumble back, eyes wide with shock. But it wasn't enough to take him down. Not yet.
"Not so fast, Ken," Shane sneered, raising his hand. His smoke thickened again, swirling and billowing around him in a dense, swirling cloud. He disappeared from view, the smoke filling the room like a suffocating fog.
Selena's eyes flashed, her fists clenching as she summoned her shadows. The moment Shane disappeared, she shifted her stance. She could feel the smoke—its weight, its oppressive presence—and she was not about to let him win. She reached into the very fabric of the shadows, drawing them closer, tightening them. She formed a sharp spear-like weapon of darkness and lunged forward, slashing it into the thick fog.
"Where are you hiding now?" she growled, her breath coming in controlled bursts as she fought the suffocating darkness around her. The shadows surged in a wave, pulling the smoke apart.
Ken's eyes darted around, still holding the Silver Gun. He watched Selena, her movements determined and relentless, her shadows clawing at the smoke. She was stronger than he'd given her credit for—but even with her shadows pushing back, the smoke was starting to overwhelm them. It wrapped around her, constricting, as Shane's laughter echoed through the air.
"You think you can stop me with shadows?" Shane's voice was a taunt, rising above the smoky chaos. "You can't even control the smoke, Selena. You're weak."
Ken's pulse raced again. She's not weak. She's not.
He took another step forward, a grim look on his face. The toll of using the Silver Gun was already taking effect—his muscles burned, his vision blurred slightly—but he couldn't let this go on. Not like this.
"Enough," he muttered through clenched teeth.
He raised the Silver Gun again, aiming carefully. The storm of smoke swirled around him, and Selena's shadows fought to break free from the thickening fog. But Shane was too quick—he reappeared with a burst of smoke, appearing in front of them, moving so fast it was almost a blur.
Ken fired.
And the world exploded in a burst of lightning-infused bullets, arcs of raw energy crackling through the air. The power hit Shane squarely in the chest, knocking him back with explosive force. His body jerked, twitching as the electric charge coursed through him.
Ken collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath. The toll of his powers was overwhelming, and he could feel the weakness settling in. But it had worked. The smoke dispersed, and Shane's form collapsed, knocked out cold.
Selena's eyes locked onto him, her face pale from the exertion, her energy drained. Her shadows flickered, unstable. She staggered toward Ken, her hands reaching for him as she collapsed beside him.
"Ken..." she whispered, her voice a mixture of relief and exhaustion. "You did it."
Ken's breath was shallow, his body trembling from the strain. He didn't have the strength to respond, but he managed a tired smile. "We... did it," he muttered, leaning against the ground.
But before either could fully process the victory, a low, menacing growl echoed from darkness.
And then, a voice, one they hadn't expected.
"Did you really think it would be that easy?"
The shadows in the room shifted, swirling violently. A figure emerged from the smoke, towering and cloaked, an aura of power radiating from them. It wasn't Shane anymore. The real threat was standing before them.
Ken's heart skipped a beat, adrenaline surging even as his body betrayed him.
They weren't done yet.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of blood and smoke, swirling in chaotic currents. Ken's body felt heavy, his muscles sore and trembling from the brutal assault. Every breath was a struggle. His gun—still in his grip—was barely staying steady in his hand as his vision began to blur.
The fight had dragged on too long. His body was failing him.
The enemy was unlike anything he had faced before. The figure looming before them was a hulking silhouette of raw power. His presence alone sent a chill through Ken's bones. His every movement was precise, deliberate, a terrifying showcase of his strength. There was no mercy in his eyes—just cold, calculating malice.
Ken's pulse raced, his hand slipping on his gun's grip. He could feel the darkness closing in, the weight of exhaustion threatening to take him under.
"Ken…" Selena's voice broke through the chaos, but she was weak. Her energy was nearly spent, her shadows flickering uncertainly around her like dying embers. "I won't let you die."
Ken's eyes snapped to her as she staggered beside him, her breath coming in sharp bursts. She wasn't much better than him—she was on the brink too. They had fought as long as they could. But they couldn't lose now.
The opponent took a step forward, a sick grin spreading across his face. "You're pathetic," he sneered, advancing slowly. "You think you can stop me with the likes of this? Weak."
Ken's heart thudded in his chest as he felt the adrenaline rush through his veins. "Selena," he whispered, barely able to keep his voice steady. "You've gotta... get out of here. I'll hold him off."
Selena shook her head, her dark eyes blazing. "I'm not leaving you."
But as the man lunged toward them, there was no time for another exchange. The fight had reached its breaking point.
Ken's vision swam, his gun lifted weakly in his hand, but he didn't have the strength to pull the trigger. He could see the opponent's fist coming at him, ready to end the battle once and for all.
Selena's eyes locked onto him. Her shadows began to swirl violently around her, coiling, writhing as if they were alive. Her voice was hoarse, trembling, but resolute.
"Take it," she gasped.
Her shadows surged, coiling like serpents, and shot toward Ken. In an instant, the power of the shadows ripped into him, flooding his body with their dark energy. It was violent, overwhelming, a surge of raw force that made his body jerk as if struck by lightning.
Ken gasped, his hands clutching at his chest as the shadows poured into his veins. The sensation was indescribable—an endless surge of power, like a tidal wave crashing against his consciousness. It was force. It was speed. It was strength. It felt like every muscle in his body was electrified, like his very blood was pulsing with unrelenting energy.
For a fleeting moment, Ken felt unstoppable.
He felt like he could do anything.
His body moved faster than his mind could process, the Silver Gun now an extension of his will. His eyes burned with newfound intensity as he turned toward the opponent, who had thought he was the apex predator.
The man's grin faltered.
Ken raised his arm, the gun steady in his hand. This was no longer the same Heinzeln Ken. His fingers tightened on the trigger.
The gunfire was deafening.
But this time, each bullet wasn't just a projectile. It was infused with the power of the shadows—the pure force of the darkness Selena had entrusted to him. The air vibrated with every shot, the bullets traveling with supernatural speed, each one tearing through the space between them with deadly precision.
The opponent tried to dodge, but the bullets tracked him, as if the gun itself was alive. One by one, they struck, each shot finding its mark. The man grunted in pain as the bullets tore through his flesh, but he didn't fall. He was still alive—still a threat.
Ken's pulse pounded in his ears, but his body was no longer his own. It was a vessel for the shadows now, his every movement a blur of lightning-fast precision.
The opponent moved to strike, but Ken was already there—faster than he had ever moved before. He slammed his shoulder into the enemy's chest, sending him crashing into the nearby wall. The force of the blow was like a freight train, knocking the wind out of the man as he crumpled to the ground.
Ken didn't hesitate. He wasn't thinking anymore. He was reacting, moving on pure instinct. His hands gripped the gun again, and he emptied the clip in a wild, frantic blaze of gunfire.
The last bullet struck the opponent square in the chest.
The man howled in agony, his body convulsing violently as the power of the shot coursed through him. His chest exploded with force, and with a final scream, he collapsed to the ground in a heap, motionless.
Ken stood over him, panting, his breath ragged as he surveyed the carnage. His body trembled with the aftershock of the battle, the rush of power slowly ebbing from him. But the shadows inside him—Selena's shadows—still roared, burning through him with a hunger that was foreign to his body.
And then, the energy began to take its toll.
Ken staggered, his legs buckling as the power surged inside him, overwhelming his senses. His body was not built to handle the darkness—it wasn't meant to carry the weight of another's strength.
"Ken…" Selena's voice was weak. He turned to see her on the ground, her energy drained, her body struggling to stay conscious.
But before Ken could reach her, his legs gave way. The shadows inside him—the energy that was once a surge of power—began to turn against him. He felt it creeping up from his veins, choking him from the inside out. His chest heaved, and the world around him spun.
"Selena…" His voice was a rasp, desperate, but his body wasn't responding.
He collapsed beside her, the weight of the power—her Shadow—dragging him down into unconsciousness. The last thing he saw before everything went black was her face, pale and strained, staring back at him.
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