She was definitely nervous about this plan. She was not afraid of being killed, or hurt; no she could handle herself in that regard, she was not even afraid of having to run or hide. She was afraid, or nervous, about getting caught. When she though it over, the plan could actually succeed without her part going through flawlessly, or even at all, but it was still an immense increase of pressure.
This pressure was added on to by stress, and self-control that would be needed. Inside those doors were police officers that would shoot her sister-species for living, and she had to control herself, and then kill them.
‘Wait a sec’ She thought ‘Don’t they have metal detector- wait no no… if they did she’d think it was a phone or something… Okay… I hope.’
Rynk’s hand vibrated as she reached for the door. She only noticed this when it came into view and even then she could barely stop it without being able to feel it. So she kept it pressed against either the building walls, her side, or her pockets to keep it from moving.
The station was large and grey, with dark walls and officers going back and forth quickly. They wore black and slate-colored uniforms, suits, with stripes across their shoulders, and black pants, not to mention cuffs, badges, and utility belts. This was the first time Rynk had seen an officer not in their patrol armor in person, as they almost never took their armor off, and until now she never had a drive to come into this place.
She wanted to check the back of her head to make sure her real ears were stuffed inside the hoodie jacket well enough, but she could not risk making them loosen if they were, since she would have to rely on the feeling in her ears, not her hands, which was still very weak, hence her not knowing if they were lose. The moment of truth would come now.
“Are you looking for something” And officer asked, sighing. He sounded bored, as if he had done this sort of talk before. He was behind Rynk, which startled her. She spun around to face him. He was a tall Overlander, a human in other words, with pale blonde hair, sleek and handsome, though Rynk was not beginning to notice those features.
“I-I… it’s really stupid- I just… I really need the restroom an-“ She did not need to pretend of act nervous, which made the ploy all the more easy. The officer snapped his fingers and walked down a hallway, slowly jabbing his arm forward for her to follow. She did and was led through a couple turns, one of which went past an interrogation room and a meeting room. She saw the chief in the meeting room. He did not see her, and that was good. She did not know how good her disguise was, or how much the chief remembered about her. Was it enough to recognize her through a door form across the room?
“Hey, don’t doddle.” The Officer called, noticing Rynk’s slowing in pace, which she quickly fixed. His accent was nice. It was Scottish, nothing unique from the rest of Supreta, which explained why he had blonde hair, and pale skin, as opposed to a much more tanned color, if he were of Persian origin. Rynk knew very little about this Persia, only that it fell, it split apart, and rose up again. And then the beginning of Mobians began.
As soon as the doors to the Restroom were closed, the hybrid walked into a stall and took off her backpack, while simultaneously looking under the gaps between the doors and the floor, to see if she had company. Once the pack was off, and she saw no one in sight, Rynk felt around the back of the toilet for a good hiding spot for the explosives, but it was built against the wall.
She could simply leave it on top of the toilet and hope they did not find it, but that was too risky for her liking. But… the inside of the toilet might work. Rynk looked over at the rolls of toilet paper to see if she had enough… there was enough. She unrolled all of it, and filled up the toilet, getting the disgusting water on her hands in the process. They were damp once the paper had soaked up the water to be the C4’s bedding, but it would do, or have to do.
Rynk carefully unzipped the backpack, and pulled out the hand-sized squares. There were a lot of them, around eight to be exact. She found a few other things in the backpack as well. There were markers, ducttape, and a large piece of cardboard.
She could only assume that she was supposed to tape the cardboard to the stall’s door, and write “out of order” or something of the like on the front, with the backpack on the toilet, but she had a better idea. She put the cardboard on top of the paper, flat, then the C4 on top of that, and closed the lid. Next she wrapped the toilet up repeatedly in the tape, and wrote on the top of it “Don’t use” on the front. She thought of writing “Out of Order, but it was too late now, and if she were to scribble over it the message may look strange.
Rynk pulled out the detonator from a pocket in the pack, and stuck it in her front pocket. It had a sliding casing, and was fairly flat and small, so it would look like a phone. If they went through her pack, all they’d find would be a few markers.
Well that was it. She put the backpack back on, walked out of the stall, fixed her hat and ears via Bathroom Mirror, and walked out of the Women’s restroom.
She began making her way to the exit, calmly now that no suspicions had arisen, and casually passed by the Officer who helped her, giving him a smile and nod as they passed, with him returning the greeting. In front of her now though was an officer carrying a shipment with the End-Ga logo on the from, the name printed just below it.
“Hey, let me get that for you.” The Scottish officer offered to his ally. He sped-walked over and relieved the officer, who sighed in thanks. “What’s in this?” He asked with a grunt as they moved further into the Station. Rynk’s curiosity was beginning to get the better of her. She needed to leave as soon as she could before someone found the surprise or noticed her ears, but… just find out what’s in the box, and go. They’re dead anyway. She followed, showing no sign of hiding, and in fact moving in to balance the box for the Scottish Officer.
“I’ve got it, thanks.” He assured. “Want to see what it’s carrying?”
Rynk made a sort of disinterested look, her eyes rolling up as she leaned back a bit, pretending to think it over, then shrugged on one shoulder, squinting slightly with the simple answer of “Sure.” She walked after.
“Friend? Niece?” The other officer asked, in a scottish accent as well.
“No Mobian in my genes, Rims.” The handsome Scottish one replied, while nodding to Rynk “not that there’s anything wrong with Mobians.” Rynk nodded back, smiling a bit, this time less forcefully. The officer turned back to his co-worker, “So what’s in it?” He pressed a second time.
“More Hellborn gear, what else?” The other answered, looking almost annoyed when passing this information, even scoffing rudely.
“That’s a bad thing?” Rynk questioned.
“Well it didn’t use to be, but End-Ga, well…”
“They’re neutral Hellborn, as in they aren’t against or for em.” The handsome one continued, “So lately their tech’s been mostly just stun-rounds and such, non-lethals, when we used to get drill-rounds and light-blazers.”
Rynk vaguely remembered Light-blazers. They were laser guns that shot light beams, concentrated light beams. They hurt banshees… a lot. And End-Ga replaced them with non-lethal weapons? And since when were they neutral?
“Can you believe they actually tried to start that fund to cut off a part of the country for the things to live in ‘Without the danger of oppressors’?” The rude one questioned to his associate. He chuckled near the end, “At least it was a hoot to watch it get shot down like a… like a…”
“You’ll figure it out eventually.” The handsome officer sat down the box on a table in a meeting room. Rynk could only assume he was waiting for the chief to give him the okay to move it to armory to be loaded up to the current gear.
Now… things got confusing. End-Ga funds the Police… the people who oppress Hellborns, but at the same time what they give them is not meant to kill Banshees? They are trying to help them?? She had to get a direct answer “So they’re trying to help them?”
“The Hellborns?” The rude one guessed, “Yeah, for the past… pff- TEN years maybe.”
Rynk’s hands began to shake again, and she did not feel them doing so. ‘They help… wh-…’ Was this actually true? Why would the officers need to lie? They did not know who Rynk was, and what good would lying about that sort of thing do? She would normally think to ask Vault about this, but again, the officers had no reason to lie… but… Vault might. His life may have been ruined by End-Ga, but was he making up that they attacked Hellborns too just to get Rynk convinced that they were the enemy? What other reason could there be? She could not think of another… End-Ga was pro Hellborn… and her team was about to launch a full-out attack on them.
“Miss?” Three times she heard this word, but she did not focus on it till the third. She shook her head quickly and darted her head to face the Handsome Officer, who was speaking to her, and pointing at her shaking hands.
“Ah! Sorry…” She put her hands behind her back, “It’s… a kind of Down Syndrome sorta thing.” She half-lied. It could be down syndrome for all she knew in all honesty.
“You zoned out.” The other officer noted.
“Just picturing the whole End-Ga project thing is all. Can’t believe I didn’t hear about all that.” She replied. She sounded calm enough but every inch of her wanted out of that Station and screaming.
“Well we’re opening up the shipment now if you want to see what we got still.” The handsome one suggested.
“Well… alright I guess I have time.” She did not have time, but if she blew her cover, now after this kind of knowledge, things would get much worse. ‘HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID!? I never looked into any of this! I just took Vault’s word for it! And a lot of help the others gave, they never told me either! Great, I just love getting used!’
The box opened up, but the contents were completely ignored by Rynk. She did not care and even though her eyes were on the shapes, her thoughts blinded her of their existence. She said “Hm, cool, well as hinted, I’m running low on time. I gotta get headed out.” She tilted her head back to the front door, looking to the Handsome Officer “Thanks for letting me use the room.”
The officer nodded his reply and she walked out. Once the door was closed, she made a B-line for the nearest alley where she promptly rammed her fist into the ground, making a dent, and ruining the skin on her knuckles. “I have to stop the attack… some- how am… The C4!”
She ran straight back into the Station, and to the Handsome officer who was still unloading the equipment, “I’m so so sorry, my pack was open and it must have fallen out in the restroom, can I go get it, I am so sorry.” She gave her best droopy pathetic face she could, and the officer was happy to oblige.
The C4 was a bit damped, with the cardboard in the water along with the paper now, but it was still usable. She loaded it all back up, flushed the toilet, then left the station again, this time heading straight for End-Ga Inc.
Normally Rynk would be complaining about being left behind and having to get to somewhere fast, grumbling about her pick up never happening, but she was grateful for it this time. She could no longer trust Chain, or Copper… thinking that hurt. Not so much Copper, but Chain… was a sort of friend in a sense. There was also Plate, but there was less a chance that he betrayed her. His father probably tricked him too. But Chain had to have known this entire time. And she never said anything about it.
Her head began to itch from the stupid hat, so she tore it off, throwing it the side and letting her natural ears breathe again. She could hear much better now, and her eyes began to see the End-Ga SkyScraper in the distance. It was never hard to find, but very hard to miss.
The traffic was fast today, with too many cars going back and forth to run across an open street, which cut Rynk off from her destination. There were cross-walks, but she did not want attention now that the disguise was undone, and she did not know when her stripes would begin to fade back. The houses seemed tall enough to jump off of to the other side, but that might be even worse.
She still had the hoodie on, so she laid her ears back, put up the hood, zipped it up, and walked over to a crosswalk. There were groups of five or so people around every crosswalk normally, and this was no exception. This was a safety precaution. If you had a group of non-hostiles around you, there is less of a chance you will be attacked or killed. And in the same way, if there are too many people, some psychopath could hide in the crowds and attack without anyone seeing until they had struck.
Most of the other people in this crosswalk were about the same, with another hoodie-wearing person, a man off to work, another man holding a bag of groceries because he had no car, and a couple of teenagers who Rynk kept her distance from. They would have the most interest in making friends, and she wanted no attention, though she could not deny her hoodie did stick out a bit, even with another person wearing one near.
*B’ding!* the light turned white and people started to walk across. Having to walk through like this, being slow, it added to her stress. Every nerve she could still feel was twitching for her to start running, and soon she would be running, but while normally she would run, if someone were to see and chase her, it could slow down to a dangerous point.
The Skyscraper was getting closer now as they crossed, and Rynk could almost picture the top exploding from the attack, even though she remembered that not being in the plan of the End-Ga part. That made her think though, End-Ga might not be the enemy, but the police surely were. She could have left one of the explosives back there, and blown it up regardless of End-Ga… but then again, if she was not able to handle Vault and the others, she would need backup. Even if the police would still attack her, they would be ruining Vault’s plan if they did attack.
“I should call them…” She muttered.
“What’s that?” The business man asked, as he was the closest to her as they stopped at the other side of the street.
“No-noth-“ As soon as her eyes got a glimpse, a better glimpse this time, of the man, she saw that on his black business-suit-jacket, there was a name-tag, his name obviously, with the End-Ga name above it… he was an employee.
“Are you alright?” The man asked. Rynk snapped out of it, and grabbed the man by the hands, dragging him out of sight from the others. He was shocked, but barely reluctant aside from a short “HEY!”
“You need to listen,” Rynk informed, pulling the man over to face her. She would have held him by the shoulders, but well… she was short. “Something’s going to happen to the End-Ga building and it needs to be stopped.” And before the man could breathe his reply, the city went dark, the power around them was out.
Inside End-Ga…
Vault and Plate were in the elevator going to the top floor when the power went out. Once their disguises came off, they had their black suits, with weaponized-looking overalls, and of course, masks. Vault did not like this predicament. “I didn’t-“ He groaned and let go of the button on his com-link. He could not correct Chain on prematurely activating the EMP’s. Plate lost no time and had already pushed the escape-door open above them.
“Lift?” He requested. Vault knelt down and thrusted Plate out of the container by his feet. Plate did a backflip and landed on his feet, smirking a bit.
“Yes yes, you’re a circus act.” Vault rolled his eyes while Plate pulled him up. The two then began scaling the upward tunnel.
It took a minute longer than they wanted it to take, but they got out of the elevator with enough time to catch the Head of the building as he began exiting his office. “Salutations.” Vault greeted before shoving the overlander aside and slamming the door on the two security guards who were coming out as well. One could hear the crunch, then they fell.
The Head Man had quickly recovered and kicked at Vault’s side, but Plate grabbed his leg and shoved him back, making him bump into a wall behind him. Vault picked the man up by his silver and white business suit and held him close. “We have business to attend to.” Then he was taken back inside the office.
Vault threw the man on the floor once they were inside, while Plate disarmed the unconscious (or possibly deceased) guards. The man grunted in pain and backed up. “You’re not after money… if you are this isn’t the pla-“
“I’m sure you have plenty of funds that would suffice.” Vault interrupted, walking nearer to the man, “but no, Mr. Eloscin, we are not… mainly after your money. We’re actually going to level this building soon, and move on to the next, and you will be dead.”
“Why!?” Eloscin demanded, standing up, less intimidated then Vault had hoped.
“Hellborn cruelty is the more efficient reason, don’t you think? Mine is more personal though. I’m not telling you who I am, or what you did, because I think it’s crueler you die not knowing.”
“We don’t harm Hellborns! A division of ours funds the police, but we don-“ Vault shoved the man onto his front desk.
“Weapons, any weapon at all, meant to attack Hellborns. I doesn’t matter if you think they’re fine, they still hurt people, and what does your business do aside from that? Oh yes you invent war machines.”
“We ‘invent’ guard technology!” The man yelled back, raising only his head to Vault, “Almost none of our production line is lethal-“
“I don’t need to exaggerate a reason to kill you, but lying makes it wors-“
“If you had any real excuse I’d give a care!” Eloscin yelled back moving to the side to stand up again, “You’re just some terrorist wanting some justification to blame someone because you can’t be in the real wars!!”
Plate was interested in how brave this man seemed. He did not cower or offer money like Vault and he assumed. He sounded annoying, but his defiance was fascinating. But… he said nothing about it. Vault on the other hand did not find it interesting as much as he did infuriating, and promptly slapped the man’s cheek. The man tried to block it, but missed. He stumbled to the side, but regained his posture again.
“You’re a thief, and a murderer, and this city will thank me for your death.” A knocking came from behind them. People were beginning to try to enter. Plate ran to the front door, held still by the guards’ arms, and held the guns at chest height, awaiting any intruders.
“Wait a second,” The man began to recognize Vault and Plate’s posture, and appearance of costume, “you’re that gang, Heavy Metal! No wonder you’re so blind, who hired you- OOF!”
Vault lost his patience with the man. He slammed both fists against the man’s ears, then forced him to the ground, and squeezed at his neck, “You, are, dead, right, n-“
“VAULT!” Vault stopped. He thought for a moment that Plate was talking, and turned to see if it was him, but Plate looked just as confused. Vault’s hand loosened around the man’s neck slightly, so at least Eloscin could breathe a moment longer.
“Who-“
“Did you want me to be a part of this for revenge against End-Ga’s oppression, or because you just wanted a reason to have me help you feel like a revolutionary?” Rynk’s voice… above them.
Vault looked above and saw her, sticking to the roof with her feet, arms crossed and ears laid back. “What are you-… Where…” He let go of Eloscin, “What happened to the bombs!?”
Rynk held out in one hand a pack of C4, in the other, the detonator. “A friend planet the rest at our HQ, and you’re answering the question, and you are answering the question because if you don’t this will get pushed.” She jabbed at the button, barely stopping herself.
“THESE MONSTERS ARE DESTROYING EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR!!” Vault roared back. “GET DOWN FROM THERE!!!” Rynk narrowed her eyes and kicked off the roof, flipping down and slamming the heal of her foot into the ground, leaving a dent where Vault’s head was before he moved out of the way.
“These ‘monsters’ supply stund-guns, and fund projects to help Hellborns.” She retorted calmly yet very on edge. Vault saw Plate attempt to jump at her, but shook his head quickly. Plate barely had time to stop himself and fell behind Rynk. Vault did not want that button pressed.
“Who told you that!?” Vault questioned.
“The police.”
“Of co-“
“They had no reason to defend End Ga, and they weren’t. And even if they were, I saw the package, and the weapons, myself. In fact-“ She pulled out a small silver and blue pistol, “This can’t kill no matter how many rounds you shoot.” She pointed it at Vault.
“RYNK- PUT THAT DOWN!” Plate yelled. Rynk simply aimed the gun at him.
“I’m not patient, you know I’m not patient, so you know I’m pressing this button anyway.” She informed. “But, will I give you a head start before I do?”
“That thing isn’t going to work with the EMP’s effecting everything.” Vault retorted. Rynk jerked a bit, she had not thought of that… but then she smirked, “Let’s hope you’re not bluffing.” She slammed down on the button… nothing happened.
“Melee then.” Rynk tossed the items to the side and tackled Vault, using her momentum on his head to push him onto the ground. He did not expect the attack, and could not react quick enough, but he could react now, and promptly bashed at Rynk’s sides with his hands.
Rynk let out a groan from the impact, cringing, and losing her balance, falling sideways before recovering. Vault’s thumbs however were now broken from ramming into metal ribs. He did not let that stop him though, and pushed himself up regardless, groaning almost in a scream from putting pressure on them.
“Tell, me, the TRUTH!” Rynk slashed her unsheathed claws at Vault, but he backed up, grabbed her wrist and kicked her in the chest. Normally this would dislocate the joint of her elbow, but her DNA was more developed and strong. She did scream from the pain in her arm, but since only half of her arm felt it, the impact did not phase her too much.
“Both of you knock it off!” Plate urged, while Eloscin got to his feet and ran over to aid the new aid. Rynk rammed her knees one at a time into Vault’s chin, and he let go, falling backwards, but he rolled back and ended back in a standing position.
Eloscin rammed Vault in the side, but Vault stood his ground and positioned Eloscin at Rynk before shoving him at her. Rynk made a side step to the side, spinning in a 360 pattern, then jumped at Vault with a fan-kick. He was out of range, but she could not tell. He had waited till she reacted, then grabbed the back of her lower leg, and forced her to knee down to the side, and attempted to shoved her forward over her head.
Rynk instead used her free foot to kick at his face, but he ducked. His hand slipped on Eloscin’s arm though, and fell on his face. Rynk span up from the ground, just as Vault did and they resumed their brawl.
Plate did not know what had gotten into Rynk but something was wrong, with all of them. He searched around until he found the End Ga pistol, and fired repeatedly at them both. A beam of blue light hit them, causing their nerves to numb, which was meant to paralyze.
Rynk felt the effects, but her dead nerves caused the effect to reverberate, and instead of paralyze her, send her into a spasm for a moment. Vault fell to the ground paralyzed. Rynk looked over her fallen leader, then back at Plate, “Tha-“ Plate shot her again. Rynk almost vibrated, letting out a gasp. It at least hurt.
“What is wrong with you!?” He yelled, “You just tried to blow us all up!!”
Rynk stumbled before sitting down slowly before she fell, “They, aren’t, the, ene… enemy, Art.” She answered dizzily.
“I have no idea what you actually want with us.” Eloscin said, walking a ways towards Plate, though stopping before getting too close, “Could you explain what happened?”
“What happened, I-…” Plate growled, “I…” He sighed, “My dad was sent back from the war… and worked at End Ga for a couple years before you got him fired.”
“I don’t eve-“
“Twelve years ago.” Plate added, “And he lost everything. But he also found out about the plans and weapons you developed to destroy Banshees.”
“Yes, we did, but that was Eleven years ago when we made our last Anti-Banshee weapon!” Eloscin retorted, “The company has been pro Banshee for Eleven years!”
“We found shipments, and weapons, recent ones, under your company’s name!” Plate yelled, “It’s no lie.”
“Where? When?”
“Years, current years, and in Supircor. We destroyed the stashes, what we didn’t we modified.”
“I don’t know anything about that. We don’t export from this building. And if someone’s still manufacturing those weapons, it’s not official or legal.”
“Prove it!!”
“I CAN’T!!”
Plate shot Eloscin, paralyzing him as well. He walked over and prepared to fire again. Rynk bashed the gun clumsily out of Plate’s hand before collapsing on the ground. She dizzily reached for it, and grabbed it, but he could easily grab it back… he didn’t yet, “Rynk what are you doing?”
“Plate… neither of them can prove themselves right…” She mumbled, “Something’s not right…”
“Why do you trust them all of the sudden?” He asked sternly, “You overhear some cops, and that changes everything?”
“I saw it for myself.” She replied. While slowly getting up. “And right now they aren’t the ones blowing up the building…” She sighed, whispering in a mumble “I was such an idiot to go along with all of this. I’m done just following whatever someone tells me to.” She spoke aloud now, “I’m not going to stick around for this, so I guess this will be it.”
“You’re not even going to take time to think this over?”
“Vault lied to me, and I don’t know for sure, but I doubt you completely believed his bit about the Hellborns did you?” She narrowed her eyes, pointing at Vault with the pistol. “Did you?”
“… No… not completely.” He admitted, “But you don’t expect me to just leave all of this do you??”
“Why not?! What happened to that running off thing!?”
“He’s my family, my only family, Rynk! You wouldn’t understand, you never met yours, and that stinks, and I don’t envy you for it, but what I do is different from what you can do.”
“Are we at least on the same page?” She nodded towards Eloscin.
Plate growled, “… I’ll leave it alone until I have a reason not to. If I find anything about them-“
“If it turns out they do have something to do with all of that,” She interrupted, “you’ll be going against me for who gets to tear apart first. Can you promise me that you won’t… do anything like that?”
“Like that?” Plate gave her a look of obliviousness, “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Just… don’t put other people in danger because of what someone else did.”
“Like my Father did?” He asked with an air of hostility.
“YES WHAT YOUR FATHER DID!!” She hissed back, “Do you think that just because he’s your father I’m going easy on him?! Protect him if you want, but all he’s done is trick me into ruining people’s lives. I can’t believe I almost blew up that Station, I don’t care if they’re racists! I don’t care if they don’t even have families! Whatever we do is just as bad… if not worse, and Vault isn’t going to twist what I think is or will be those things anymore.”
Art was tense… but he understood what she meant. She did not word things well, she did not do that well under pressure, but he could not tell her she was wrong. And it was his own love for his father that made him blind to curiosity. Perhaps Vault hadn’t told him everything. If he did, then things were fine, but if he didn’t… then things would need fixing.
“Alright… I guess this is it then.”
Rynk nodded and turned towards the front door, “I’m so-“ She was yanked to the ground and pulled into an arm lock by Vault. She scratched at him, but he shoved her onto the ground face first, pinning her arms to the ground.
Plate yelled “DAD, STOP!” and pulled at Vault’s head as he could not get a grip on his arms. Vault shoved him out of the way, and kicked him back for good measure. He got up again, but felt a stinging sensation as his nerves went numb. Vault had shot him with the paralyzer pistol that Rynk could not hold on to while in the arm lock.
Rynk was losing air fast, and she could not tell where her arms were, though she could only assume she was wriggling them. “You’ve ruined everything, little Hellborn.” He growled. “I try to help you, but now you’re going back to that birthplace.”
Her strength was running out, and she could move nothing to stop Vault. Eloscin was still paralyzed, and Plate was no help either. Rynk collapsed, and her body went limp. Vault waited a few seconds before letting o. He picked her up by her large ears and walked towards the window.
A small whimper of a sound could be heard, as Rynk’s face began to slowly turn reddish, then finally she could not stop it, and coughed repeatedly while taking in as much air as she could. Vault staggered back, wiping his face of the saliva, but he was not on his guard. Rynk grabbed his head with both her feet… and snapped his neck. He fell, dropping her, dead.
Rynk continued to pant on the ground, and did nothing else for a good half-minute, until she was no longer dizzy from getting choked almost to death. When she did get up she examined Vault… of course he gave no signs of life because he was deceased.
The hybrid sighed, her head tilting to the ground. She could not look over to Plate, how could she after this? Everything she said about Vault rang in her head. While she was right about him… her threats were mostly empty, but now she had killed him.
She cringed, and winced… but not a tear was shed. Why? No one knows. Perhaps she was too hardened, or perhaps her emotions were too mixed to decide on what she would react with. She did though, stay still.
Many minutes passed and eventually she could see Plate’s shadow next to her. “I… I didn’t…” She looked towards his shadow, “I’m sorry, Art… I won’t blame you if you-“
“I don’t…” Art sighed. She could not tell if he was crying or not, but she did know that it was time to leave him be. She got up, and took her exit through the window.
Later on, Rynk decided to take some of the remains of the team’s money supply, she’d need it to get out of Supreta. She didn’t know what she would do from then on, but she wasn’t going to stay there… at least… she wouldn’t come back until she could make an actual difference.
The warehouse was empty of anyone aside from Rynk. She was putting the money together, in one of their bags when the door behind her opened up. Rynk heard this but simply continued stashing. The person walked closer, but Rynk did not react. She heard a clicking noise, but ignored it. If Plate was going to get revenge, she honestly did not feel up to trying to stop him… but… she smelled something odd… perfume?
Now Rynk reacted. Her large feet slammed against the person’s side, and she pinned them against the wall, banging their hand against the wall until the Hellborn-killing-gun was out of their hand. Rynk knew why she was doing this, but it still hurt… it still felt like betrayal, hypocritical betrayal. So she did not ask why instead she found herself saying to her attacker, “Not you…”
She released Chain, and stumbled over to the side. And now she teared up. Now, when it was she who was harmed tears fell, and she hated herself for it. She could not move, she could not say anything else, and she was looking for why she was hurting so much… she knew but she blinded herself. She was hurting because no matter how flawed or fake this team was… it was the closest thing she had to a family… and Chain used to be, until now, the closest thing to a mother and a sister.
“Everything is ruined, everything is…” Chain stopped. Her anger faded slowly, and instead of continuing with the kill… she found herself crying as well. Chain had no family anymore… they were killed, and she did not want to be the murderer of anyone.
Neither of them embraced the other, but neither reached for the gun. Was it because Chain was once a friend? Was it because Rynk was too young to kill? It was because they both knew that their entire team was flawed, their drive a lie, and their leader dead.
Chain rose, and handed the bag over to Rynk. “Go…” She ordered. Rynk took the bag… then dropped it and embraced Chain in a large hug. Chain kept her arms down for the first few seconds, but she hugged back soon after, and they cried again.
The thirteen-year-old hybrid left to different lands, the son of the deceased buried his father and abandoned the goals set before, Copper salvaged what he could of the team’s supplies, and joined a group of mercenaries for the Supretan Government, Nert and Bert decided to leave to support Ytaris , and Chain… put a bullet in the back of her head.
A happy ending? There was not a happy ending. But that was not because this was sad, but because this was not the end.
This pressure was added on to by stress, and self-control that would be needed. Inside those doors were police officers that would shoot her sister-species for living, and she had to control herself, and then kill them.
‘Wait a sec’ She thought ‘Don’t they have metal detector- wait no no… if they did she’d think it was a phone or something… Okay… I hope.’
Rynk’s hand vibrated as she reached for the door. She only noticed this when it came into view and even then she could barely stop it without being able to feel it. So she kept it pressed against either the building walls, her side, or her pockets to keep it from moving.
The station was large and grey, with dark walls and officers going back and forth quickly. They wore black and slate-colored uniforms, suits, with stripes across their shoulders, and black pants, not to mention cuffs, badges, and utility belts. This was the first time Rynk had seen an officer not in their patrol armor in person, as they almost never took their armor off, and until now she never had a drive to come into this place.
She wanted to check the back of her head to make sure her real ears were stuffed inside the hoodie jacket well enough, but she could not risk making them loosen if they were, since she would have to rely on the feeling in her ears, not her hands, which was still very weak, hence her not knowing if they were lose. The moment of truth would come now.
“Are you looking for something” And officer asked, sighing. He sounded bored, as if he had done this sort of talk before. He was behind Rynk, which startled her. She spun around to face him. He was a tall Overlander, a human in other words, with pale blonde hair, sleek and handsome, though Rynk was not beginning to notice those features.
“I-I… it’s really stupid- I just… I really need the restroom an-“ She did not need to pretend of act nervous, which made the ploy all the more easy. The officer snapped his fingers and walked down a hallway, slowly jabbing his arm forward for her to follow. She did and was led through a couple turns, one of which went past an interrogation room and a meeting room. She saw the chief in the meeting room. He did not see her, and that was good. She did not know how good her disguise was, or how much the chief remembered about her. Was it enough to recognize her through a door form across the room?
“Hey, don’t doddle.” The Officer called, noticing Rynk’s slowing in pace, which she quickly fixed. His accent was nice. It was Scottish, nothing unique from the rest of Supreta, which explained why he had blonde hair, and pale skin, as opposed to a much more tanned color, if he were of Persian origin. Rynk knew very little about this Persia, only that it fell, it split apart, and rose up again. And then the beginning of Mobians began.
As soon as the doors to the Restroom were closed, the hybrid walked into a stall and took off her backpack, while simultaneously looking under the gaps between the doors and the floor, to see if she had company. Once the pack was off, and she saw no one in sight, Rynk felt around the back of the toilet for a good hiding spot for the explosives, but it was built against the wall.
She could simply leave it on top of the toilet and hope they did not find it, but that was too risky for her liking. But… the inside of the toilet might work. Rynk looked over at the rolls of toilet paper to see if she had enough… there was enough. She unrolled all of it, and filled up the toilet, getting the disgusting water on her hands in the process. They were damp once the paper had soaked up the water to be the C4’s bedding, but it would do, or have to do.
Rynk carefully unzipped the backpack, and pulled out the hand-sized squares. There were a lot of them, around eight to be exact. She found a few other things in the backpack as well. There were markers, ducttape, and a large piece of cardboard.
She could only assume that she was supposed to tape the cardboard to the stall’s door, and write “out of order” or something of the like on the front, with the backpack on the toilet, but she had a better idea. She put the cardboard on top of the paper, flat, then the C4 on top of that, and closed the lid. Next she wrapped the toilet up repeatedly in the tape, and wrote on the top of it “Don’t use” on the front. She thought of writing “Out of Order, but it was too late now, and if she were to scribble over it the message may look strange.
Rynk pulled out the detonator from a pocket in the pack, and stuck it in her front pocket. It had a sliding casing, and was fairly flat and small, so it would look like a phone. If they went through her pack, all they’d find would be a few markers.
Well that was it. She put the backpack back on, walked out of the stall, fixed her hat and ears via Bathroom Mirror, and walked out of the Women’s restroom.
She began making her way to the exit, calmly now that no suspicions had arisen, and casually passed by the Officer who helped her, giving him a smile and nod as they passed, with him returning the greeting. In front of her now though was an officer carrying a shipment with the End-Ga logo on the from, the name printed just below it.
“Hey, let me get that for you.” The Scottish officer offered to his ally. He sped-walked over and relieved the officer, who sighed in thanks. “What’s in this?” He asked with a grunt as they moved further into the Station. Rynk’s curiosity was beginning to get the better of her. She needed to leave as soon as she could before someone found the surprise or noticed her ears, but… just find out what’s in the box, and go. They’re dead anyway. She followed, showing no sign of hiding, and in fact moving in to balance the box for the Scottish Officer.
“I’ve got it, thanks.” He assured. “Want to see what it’s carrying?”
Rynk made a sort of disinterested look, her eyes rolling up as she leaned back a bit, pretending to think it over, then shrugged on one shoulder, squinting slightly with the simple answer of “Sure.” She walked after.
“Friend? Niece?” The other officer asked, in a scottish accent as well.
“No Mobian in my genes, Rims.” The handsome Scottish one replied, while nodding to Rynk “not that there’s anything wrong with Mobians.” Rynk nodded back, smiling a bit, this time less forcefully. The officer turned back to his co-worker, “So what’s in it?” He pressed a second time.
“More Hellborn gear, what else?” The other answered, looking almost annoyed when passing this information, even scoffing rudely.
“That’s a bad thing?” Rynk questioned.
“Well it didn’t use to be, but End-Ga, well…”
“They’re neutral Hellborn, as in they aren’t against or for em.” The handsome one continued, “So lately their tech’s been mostly just stun-rounds and such, non-lethals, when we used to get drill-rounds and light-blazers.”
Rynk vaguely remembered Light-blazers. They were laser guns that shot light beams, concentrated light beams. They hurt banshees… a lot. And End-Ga replaced them with non-lethal weapons? And since when were they neutral?
“Can you believe they actually tried to start that fund to cut off a part of the country for the things to live in ‘Without the danger of oppressors’?” The rude one questioned to his associate. He chuckled near the end, “At least it was a hoot to watch it get shot down like a… like a…”
“You’ll figure it out eventually.” The handsome officer sat down the box on a table in a meeting room. Rynk could only assume he was waiting for the chief to give him the okay to move it to armory to be loaded up to the current gear.
Now… things got confusing. End-Ga funds the Police… the people who oppress Hellborns, but at the same time what they give them is not meant to kill Banshees? They are trying to help them?? She had to get a direct answer “So they’re trying to help them?”
“The Hellborns?” The rude one guessed, “Yeah, for the past… pff- TEN years maybe.”
Rynk’s hands began to shake again, and she did not feel them doing so. ‘They help… wh-…’ Was this actually true? Why would the officers need to lie? They did not know who Rynk was, and what good would lying about that sort of thing do? She would normally think to ask Vault about this, but again, the officers had no reason to lie… but… Vault might. His life may have been ruined by End-Ga, but was he making up that they attacked Hellborns too just to get Rynk convinced that they were the enemy? What other reason could there be? She could not think of another… End-Ga was pro Hellborn… and her team was about to launch a full-out attack on them.
“Miss?” Three times she heard this word, but she did not focus on it till the third. She shook her head quickly and darted her head to face the Handsome Officer, who was speaking to her, and pointing at her shaking hands.
“Ah! Sorry…” She put her hands behind her back, “It’s… a kind of Down Syndrome sorta thing.” She half-lied. It could be down syndrome for all she knew in all honesty.
“You zoned out.” The other officer noted.
“Just picturing the whole End-Ga project thing is all. Can’t believe I didn’t hear about all that.” She replied. She sounded calm enough but every inch of her wanted out of that Station and screaming.
“Well we’re opening up the shipment now if you want to see what we got still.” The handsome one suggested.
“Well… alright I guess I have time.” She did not have time, but if she blew her cover, now after this kind of knowledge, things would get much worse. ‘HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID!? I never looked into any of this! I just took Vault’s word for it! And a lot of help the others gave, they never told me either! Great, I just love getting used!’
The box opened up, but the contents were completely ignored by Rynk. She did not care and even though her eyes were on the shapes, her thoughts blinded her of their existence. She said “Hm, cool, well as hinted, I’m running low on time. I gotta get headed out.” She tilted her head back to the front door, looking to the Handsome Officer “Thanks for letting me use the room.”
The officer nodded his reply and she walked out. Once the door was closed, she made a B-line for the nearest alley where she promptly rammed her fist into the ground, making a dent, and ruining the skin on her knuckles. “I have to stop the attack… some- how am… The C4!”
She ran straight back into the Station, and to the Handsome officer who was still unloading the equipment, “I’m so so sorry, my pack was open and it must have fallen out in the restroom, can I go get it, I am so sorry.” She gave her best droopy pathetic face she could, and the officer was happy to oblige.
The C4 was a bit damped, with the cardboard in the water along with the paper now, but it was still usable. She loaded it all back up, flushed the toilet, then left the station again, this time heading straight for End-Ga Inc.
Normally Rynk would be complaining about being left behind and having to get to somewhere fast, grumbling about her pick up never happening, but she was grateful for it this time. She could no longer trust Chain, or Copper… thinking that hurt. Not so much Copper, but Chain… was a sort of friend in a sense. There was also Plate, but there was less a chance that he betrayed her. His father probably tricked him too. But Chain had to have known this entire time. And she never said anything about it.
Her head began to itch from the stupid hat, so she tore it off, throwing it the side and letting her natural ears breathe again. She could hear much better now, and her eyes began to see the End-Ga SkyScraper in the distance. It was never hard to find, but very hard to miss.
The traffic was fast today, with too many cars going back and forth to run across an open street, which cut Rynk off from her destination. There were cross-walks, but she did not want attention now that the disguise was undone, and she did not know when her stripes would begin to fade back. The houses seemed tall enough to jump off of to the other side, but that might be even worse.
She still had the hoodie on, so she laid her ears back, put up the hood, zipped it up, and walked over to a crosswalk. There were groups of five or so people around every crosswalk normally, and this was no exception. This was a safety precaution. If you had a group of non-hostiles around you, there is less of a chance you will be attacked or killed. And in the same way, if there are too many people, some psychopath could hide in the crowds and attack without anyone seeing until they had struck.
Most of the other people in this crosswalk were about the same, with another hoodie-wearing person, a man off to work, another man holding a bag of groceries because he had no car, and a couple of teenagers who Rynk kept her distance from. They would have the most interest in making friends, and she wanted no attention, though she could not deny her hoodie did stick out a bit, even with another person wearing one near.
*B’ding!* the light turned white and people started to walk across. Having to walk through like this, being slow, it added to her stress. Every nerve she could still feel was twitching for her to start running, and soon she would be running, but while normally she would run, if someone were to see and chase her, it could slow down to a dangerous point.
The Skyscraper was getting closer now as they crossed, and Rynk could almost picture the top exploding from the attack, even though she remembered that not being in the plan of the End-Ga part. That made her think though, End-Ga might not be the enemy, but the police surely were. She could have left one of the explosives back there, and blown it up regardless of End-Ga… but then again, if she was not able to handle Vault and the others, she would need backup. Even if the police would still attack her, they would be ruining Vault’s plan if they did attack.
“I should call them…” She muttered.
“What’s that?” The business man asked, as he was the closest to her as they stopped at the other side of the street.
“No-noth-“ As soon as her eyes got a glimpse, a better glimpse this time, of the man, she saw that on his black business-suit-jacket, there was a name-tag, his name obviously, with the End-Ga name above it… he was an employee.
“Are you alright?” The man asked. Rynk snapped out of it, and grabbed the man by the hands, dragging him out of sight from the others. He was shocked, but barely reluctant aside from a short “HEY!”
“You need to listen,” Rynk informed, pulling the man over to face her. She would have held him by the shoulders, but well… she was short. “Something’s going to happen to the End-Ga building and it needs to be stopped.” And before the man could breathe his reply, the city went dark, the power around them was out.
Inside End-Ga…
Vault and Plate were in the elevator going to the top floor when the power went out. Once their disguises came off, they had their black suits, with weaponized-looking overalls, and of course, masks. Vault did not like this predicament. “I didn’t-“ He groaned and let go of the button on his com-link. He could not correct Chain on prematurely activating the EMP’s. Plate lost no time and had already pushed the escape-door open above them.
“Lift?” He requested. Vault knelt down and thrusted Plate out of the container by his feet. Plate did a backflip and landed on his feet, smirking a bit.
“Yes yes, you’re a circus act.” Vault rolled his eyes while Plate pulled him up. The two then began scaling the upward tunnel.
It took a minute longer than they wanted it to take, but they got out of the elevator with enough time to catch the Head of the building as he began exiting his office. “Salutations.” Vault greeted before shoving the overlander aside and slamming the door on the two security guards who were coming out as well. One could hear the crunch, then they fell.
The Head Man had quickly recovered and kicked at Vault’s side, but Plate grabbed his leg and shoved him back, making him bump into a wall behind him. Vault picked the man up by his silver and white business suit and held him close. “We have business to attend to.” Then he was taken back inside the office.
Vault threw the man on the floor once they were inside, while Plate disarmed the unconscious (or possibly deceased) guards. The man grunted in pain and backed up. “You’re not after money… if you are this isn’t the pla-“
“I’m sure you have plenty of funds that would suffice.” Vault interrupted, walking nearer to the man, “but no, Mr. Eloscin, we are not… mainly after your money. We’re actually going to level this building soon, and move on to the next, and you will be dead.”
“Why!?” Eloscin demanded, standing up, less intimidated then Vault had hoped.
“Hellborn cruelty is the more efficient reason, don’t you think? Mine is more personal though. I’m not telling you who I am, or what you did, because I think it’s crueler you die not knowing.”
“We don’t harm Hellborns! A division of ours funds the police, but we don-“ Vault shoved the man onto his front desk.
“Weapons, any weapon at all, meant to attack Hellborns. I doesn’t matter if you think they’re fine, they still hurt people, and what does your business do aside from that? Oh yes you invent war machines.”
“We ‘invent’ guard technology!” The man yelled back, raising only his head to Vault, “Almost none of our production line is lethal-“
“I don’t need to exaggerate a reason to kill you, but lying makes it wors-“
“If you had any real excuse I’d give a care!” Eloscin yelled back moving to the side to stand up again, “You’re just some terrorist wanting some justification to blame someone because you can’t be in the real wars!!”
Plate was interested in how brave this man seemed. He did not cower or offer money like Vault and he assumed. He sounded annoying, but his defiance was fascinating. But… he said nothing about it. Vault on the other hand did not find it interesting as much as he did infuriating, and promptly slapped the man’s cheek. The man tried to block it, but missed. He stumbled to the side, but regained his posture again.
“You’re a thief, and a murderer, and this city will thank me for your death.” A knocking came from behind them. People were beginning to try to enter. Plate ran to the front door, held still by the guards’ arms, and held the guns at chest height, awaiting any intruders.
“Wait a second,” The man began to recognize Vault and Plate’s posture, and appearance of costume, “you’re that gang, Heavy Metal! No wonder you’re so blind, who hired you- OOF!”
Vault lost his patience with the man. He slammed both fists against the man’s ears, then forced him to the ground, and squeezed at his neck, “You, are, dead, right, n-“
“VAULT!” Vault stopped. He thought for a moment that Plate was talking, and turned to see if it was him, but Plate looked just as confused. Vault’s hand loosened around the man’s neck slightly, so at least Eloscin could breathe a moment longer.
“Who-“
“Did you want me to be a part of this for revenge against End-Ga’s oppression, or because you just wanted a reason to have me help you feel like a revolutionary?” Rynk’s voice… above them.
Vault looked above and saw her, sticking to the roof with her feet, arms crossed and ears laid back. “What are you-… Where…” He let go of Eloscin, “What happened to the bombs!?”
Rynk held out in one hand a pack of C4, in the other, the detonator. “A friend planet the rest at our HQ, and you’re answering the question, and you are answering the question because if you don’t this will get pushed.” She jabbed at the button, barely stopping herself.
“THESE MONSTERS ARE DESTROYING EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR!!” Vault roared back. “GET DOWN FROM THERE!!!” Rynk narrowed her eyes and kicked off the roof, flipping down and slamming the heal of her foot into the ground, leaving a dent where Vault’s head was before he moved out of the way.
“These ‘monsters’ supply stund-guns, and fund projects to help Hellborns.” She retorted calmly yet very on edge. Vault saw Plate attempt to jump at her, but shook his head quickly. Plate barely had time to stop himself and fell behind Rynk. Vault did not want that button pressed.
“Who told you that!?” Vault questioned.
“The police.”
“Of co-“
“They had no reason to defend End Ga, and they weren’t. And even if they were, I saw the package, and the weapons, myself. In fact-“ She pulled out a small silver and blue pistol, “This can’t kill no matter how many rounds you shoot.” She pointed it at Vault.
“RYNK- PUT THAT DOWN!” Plate yelled. Rynk simply aimed the gun at him.
“I’m not patient, you know I’m not patient, so you know I’m pressing this button anyway.” She informed. “But, will I give you a head start before I do?”
“That thing isn’t going to work with the EMP’s effecting everything.” Vault retorted. Rynk jerked a bit, she had not thought of that… but then she smirked, “Let’s hope you’re not bluffing.” She slammed down on the button… nothing happened.
“Melee then.” Rynk tossed the items to the side and tackled Vault, using her momentum on his head to push him onto the ground. He did not expect the attack, and could not react quick enough, but he could react now, and promptly bashed at Rynk’s sides with his hands.
Rynk let out a groan from the impact, cringing, and losing her balance, falling sideways before recovering. Vault’s thumbs however were now broken from ramming into metal ribs. He did not let that stop him though, and pushed himself up regardless, groaning almost in a scream from putting pressure on them.
“Tell, me, the TRUTH!” Rynk slashed her unsheathed claws at Vault, but he backed up, grabbed her wrist and kicked her in the chest. Normally this would dislocate the joint of her elbow, but her DNA was more developed and strong. She did scream from the pain in her arm, but since only half of her arm felt it, the impact did not phase her too much.
“Both of you knock it off!” Plate urged, while Eloscin got to his feet and ran over to aid the new aid. Rynk rammed her knees one at a time into Vault’s chin, and he let go, falling backwards, but he rolled back and ended back in a standing position.
Eloscin rammed Vault in the side, but Vault stood his ground and positioned Eloscin at Rynk before shoving him at her. Rynk made a side step to the side, spinning in a 360 pattern, then jumped at Vault with a fan-kick. He was out of range, but she could not tell. He had waited till she reacted, then grabbed the back of her lower leg, and forced her to knee down to the side, and attempted to shoved her forward over her head.
Rynk instead used her free foot to kick at his face, but he ducked. His hand slipped on Eloscin’s arm though, and fell on his face. Rynk span up from the ground, just as Vault did and they resumed their brawl.
Plate did not know what had gotten into Rynk but something was wrong, with all of them. He searched around until he found the End Ga pistol, and fired repeatedly at them both. A beam of blue light hit them, causing their nerves to numb, which was meant to paralyze.
Rynk felt the effects, but her dead nerves caused the effect to reverberate, and instead of paralyze her, send her into a spasm for a moment. Vault fell to the ground paralyzed. Rynk looked over her fallen leader, then back at Plate, “Tha-“ Plate shot her again. Rynk almost vibrated, letting out a gasp. It at least hurt.
“What is wrong with you!?” He yelled, “You just tried to blow us all up!!”
Rynk stumbled before sitting down slowly before she fell, “They, aren’t, the, ene… enemy, Art.” She answered dizzily.
“I have no idea what you actually want with us.” Eloscin said, walking a ways towards Plate, though stopping before getting too close, “Could you explain what happened?”
“What happened, I-…” Plate growled, “I…” He sighed, “My dad was sent back from the war… and worked at End Ga for a couple years before you got him fired.”
“I don’t eve-“
“Twelve years ago.” Plate added, “And he lost everything. But he also found out about the plans and weapons you developed to destroy Banshees.”
“Yes, we did, but that was Eleven years ago when we made our last Anti-Banshee weapon!” Eloscin retorted, “The company has been pro Banshee for Eleven years!”
“We found shipments, and weapons, recent ones, under your company’s name!” Plate yelled, “It’s no lie.”
“Where? When?”
“Years, current years, and in Supircor. We destroyed the stashes, what we didn’t we modified.”
“I don’t know anything about that. We don’t export from this building. And if someone’s still manufacturing those weapons, it’s not official or legal.”
“Prove it!!”
“I CAN’T!!”
Plate shot Eloscin, paralyzing him as well. He walked over and prepared to fire again. Rynk bashed the gun clumsily out of Plate’s hand before collapsing on the ground. She dizzily reached for it, and grabbed it, but he could easily grab it back… he didn’t yet, “Rynk what are you doing?”
“Plate… neither of them can prove themselves right…” She mumbled, “Something’s not right…”
“Why do you trust them all of the sudden?” He asked sternly, “You overhear some cops, and that changes everything?”
“I saw it for myself.” She replied. While slowly getting up. “And right now they aren’t the ones blowing up the building…” She sighed, whispering in a mumble “I was such an idiot to go along with all of this. I’m done just following whatever someone tells me to.” She spoke aloud now, “I’m not going to stick around for this, so I guess this will be it.”
“You’re not even going to take time to think this over?”
“Vault lied to me, and I don’t know for sure, but I doubt you completely believed his bit about the Hellborns did you?” She narrowed her eyes, pointing at Vault with the pistol. “Did you?”
“… No… not completely.” He admitted, “But you don’t expect me to just leave all of this do you??”
“Why not?! What happened to that running off thing!?”
“He’s my family, my only family, Rynk! You wouldn’t understand, you never met yours, and that stinks, and I don’t envy you for it, but what I do is different from what you can do.”
“Are we at least on the same page?” She nodded towards Eloscin.
Plate growled, “… I’ll leave it alone until I have a reason not to. If I find anything about them-“
“If it turns out they do have something to do with all of that,” She interrupted, “you’ll be going against me for who gets to tear apart first. Can you promise me that you won’t… do anything like that?”
“Like that?” Plate gave her a look of obliviousness, “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Just… don’t put other people in danger because of what someone else did.”
“Like my Father did?” He asked with an air of hostility.
“YES WHAT YOUR FATHER DID!!” She hissed back, “Do you think that just because he’s your father I’m going easy on him?! Protect him if you want, but all he’s done is trick me into ruining people’s lives. I can’t believe I almost blew up that Station, I don’t care if they’re racists! I don’t care if they don’t even have families! Whatever we do is just as bad… if not worse, and Vault isn’t going to twist what I think is or will be those things anymore.”
Art was tense… but he understood what she meant. She did not word things well, she did not do that well under pressure, but he could not tell her she was wrong. And it was his own love for his father that made him blind to curiosity. Perhaps Vault hadn’t told him everything. If he did, then things were fine, but if he didn’t… then things would need fixing.
“Alright… I guess this is it then.”
Rynk nodded and turned towards the front door, “I’m so-“ She was yanked to the ground and pulled into an arm lock by Vault. She scratched at him, but he shoved her onto the ground face first, pinning her arms to the ground.
Plate yelled “DAD, STOP!” and pulled at Vault’s head as he could not get a grip on his arms. Vault shoved him out of the way, and kicked him back for good measure. He got up again, but felt a stinging sensation as his nerves went numb. Vault had shot him with the paralyzer pistol that Rynk could not hold on to while in the arm lock.
Rynk was losing air fast, and she could not tell where her arms were, though she could only assume she was wriggling them. “You’ve ruined everything, little Hellborn.” He growled. “I try to help you, but now you’re going back to that birthplace.”
Her strength was running out, and she could move nothing to stop Vault. Eloscin was still paralyzed, and Plate was no help either. Rynk collapsed, and her body went limp. Vault waited a few seconds before letting o. He picked her up by her large ears and walked towards the window.
A small whimper of a sound could be heard, as Rynk’s face began to slowly turn reddish, then finally she could not stop it, and coughed repeatedly while taking in as much air as she could. Vault staggered back, wiping his face of the saliva, but he was not on his guard. Rynk grabbed his head with both her feet… and snapped his neck. He fell, dropping her, dead.
Rynk continued to pant on the ground, and did nothing else for a good half-minute, until she was no longer dizzy from getting choked almost to death. When she did get up she examined Vault… of course he gave no signs of life because he was deceased.
The hybrid sighed, her head tilting to the ground. She could not look over to Plate, how could she after this? Everything she said about Vault rang in her head. While she was right about him… her threats were mostly empty, but now she had killed him.
She cringed, and winced… but not a tear was shed. Why? No one knows. Perhaps she was too hardened, or perhaps her emotions were too mixed to decide on what she would react with. She did though, stay still.
Many minutes passed and eventually she could see Plate’s shadow next to her. “I… I didn’t…” She looked towards his shadow, “I’m sorry, Art… I won’t blame you if you-“
“I don’t…” Art sighed. She could not tell if he was crying or not, but she did know that it was time to leave him be. She got up, and took her exit through the window.
Later on, Rynk decided to take some of the remains of the team’s money supply, she’d need it to get out of Supreta. She didn’t know what she would do from then on, but she wasn’t going to stay there… at least… she wouldn’t come back until she could make an actual difference.
The warehouse was empty of anyone aside from Rynk. She was putting the money together, in one of their bags when the door behind her opened up. Rynk heard this but simply continued stashing. The person walked closer, but Rynk did not react. She heard a clicking noise, but ignored it. If Plate was going to get revenge, she honestly did not feel up to trying to stop him… but… she smelled something odd… perfume?
Now Rynk reacted. Her large feet slammed against the person’s side, and she pinned them against the wall, banging their hand against the wall until the Hellborn-killing-gun was out of their hand. Rynk knew why she was doing this, but it still hurt… it still felt like betrayal, hypocritical betrayal. So she did not ask why instead she found herself saying to her attacker, “Not you…”
She released Chain, and stumbled over to the side. And now she teared up. Now, when it was she who was harmed tears fell, and she hated herself for it. She could not move, she could not say anything else, and she was looking for why she was hurting so much… she knew but she blinded herself. She was hurting because no matter how flawed or fake this team was… it was the closest thing she had to a family… and Chain used to be, until now, the closest thing to a mother and a sister.
“Everything is ruined, everything is…” Chain stopped. Her anger faded slowly, and instead of continuing with the kill… she found herself crying as well. Chain had no family anymore… they were killed, and she did not want to be the murderer of anyone.
Neither of them embraced the other, but neither reached for the gun. Was it because Chain was once a friend? Was it because Rynk was too young to kill? It was because they both knew that their entire team was flawed, their drive a lie, and their leader dead.
Chain rose, and handed the bag over to Rynk. “Go…” She ordered. Rynk took the bag… then dropped it and embraced Chain in a large hug. Chain kept her arms down for the first few seconds, but she hugged back soon after, and they cried again.
The thirteen-year-old hybrid left to different lands, the son of the deceased buried his father and abandoned the goals set before, Copper salvaged what he could of the team’s supplies, and joined a group of mercenaries for the Supretan Government, Nert and Bert decided to leave to support Ytaris , and Chain… put a bullet in the back of her head.
A happy ending? There was not a happy ending. But that was not because this was sad, but because this was not the end.
This is basically just a list of all of the Acid-Monsters in existence as of this very moment. I have this here just in case my computer crashes. (I'm super paranoid about that.) And before you say something like "This isn't part of this fanbase!" Yes it is, and if you do say that, you weren't around when Yxari Sadaris first came out as a character. Acid-Monsters originated as a Mobian species.
So, as of today:
Full-Bloods--
Paris Blake
Almodea Blake
Albus Anguis (Owned by TheTacoMan)
Jakob Enu
Milo Smalls
Melik (owned by TakTheFox)
Ryker (owned by MephilesTheDark)
Yxari Sadaris
Yukari Nale
Ana-Luisa Oliviera
(Ana-Lysa and Sayofrick-- deceased.)
[You can only make a full-blood if I like you and you get my approval.]
Half-Bloods--
Fox (soon to be a full-blood)
Nazareth Runner
Rynk (Owned by TakTheFox)
[Room for discussion as to making a half-blood...]
So, as of today:
Full-Bloods--
Paris Blake
Almodea Blake
Albus Anguis (Owned by TheTacoMan)
Jakob Enu
Milo Smalls
Melik (owned by TakTheFox)
Ryker (owned by MephilesTheDark)
Yxari Sadaris
Yukari Nale
Ana-Luisa Oliviera
(Ana-Lysa and Sayofrick-- deceased.)
[You can only make a full-blood if I like you and you get my approval.]
Half-Bloods--
Fox (soon to be a full-blood)
Nazareth Runner
Rynk (Owned by TakTheFox)
[Room for discussion as to making a half-blood...]
Hi. I'm Shade2145. It appears a load of you are Mary-sues. I am here to help. Unlike someother FC guides. I give advice in the best (and shortest) way possible.I don't try and offend you,this is just here to help.
So here we go!
Chapter One
Mary Sueing is when you bassically God Mod.
Don't know what God Modding is? It's when your Invincible,not being able to die. Thats wat Mary sueing is. Let's take an example from a RP.
N00b133!!!: I shoot you then telport you inside then kill you!! N00B! N00B pro!!!!
Mephilesthedark: Mary suer
N00B133!!!: LOLOLOLOLOLN00B YOU JUST MADE UP AN WORD
See what i mean? This will turn into something like this
N00B133!!!: I kill u
N00B134: Oh no you never.
Now. This is the terrible thing of Mary sueing. If we show ourselves to weak and don't stop Marysueing,this Commuity of 2,257. Will disapearr and be absorbed into MarySuering.
Do you want that? No.
Chapter 2.
Never Mary sue.
That is all.
So here we go!
Chapter One
Mary Sueing is when you bassically God Mod.
Don't know what God Modding is? It's when your Invincible,not being able to die. Thats wat Mary sueing is. Let's take an example from a RP.
N00b133!!!: I shoot you then telport you inside then kill you!! N00B! N00B pro!!!!
Mephilesthedark: Mary suer
N00B133!!!: LOLOLOLOLOLN00B YOU JUST MADE UP AN WORD
See what i mean? This will turn into something like this
N00B133!!!: I kill u
N00B134: Oh no you never.
Now. This is the terrible thing of Mary sueing. If we show ourselves to weak and don't stop Marysueing,this Commuity of 2,257. Will disapearr and be absorbed into MarySuering.
Do you want that? No.
Chapter 2.
Never Mary sue.
That is all.