Tonight

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Not really a fanfic..but we don't have a place for basic creative works. I know my grammar sucks sometimes, and don't be surprised if this just dies.

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Chapter one: Innocence.

He fought, he fought for everything that mattered to him, for the girl, for the world itself.. He lost, and he lost hard. So, now he sat against the cold concrete as he stared at the blank wall for hours, he knew exactly where he went wrong. But that didn’t stop him wondering about what he could’ve done; how he could’ve done things better. How he could’ve saved her. In the end it didn’t matter if he realized what he should’ve done, and he wasn’t one to just stick to thinking about the past, or even the future for to long. The present was his territory. His world.

That’s when he stood up, when he brushed the dirt of himself and walked towards the solid stone wall that kept him in. It was the same on all sides, a solid stone wall. How he got in there you ask? Well to explain that we’d have to explain the nature of the world this boy lives in. It’s somewhat similar to our own little planet, but it has it’s own laws, it’s own set of rules. And even these rules are not absolute, but can be bent by certain people with a certain gift. What is that gift you ask?

It’s simple when you think about it, they can manipulate the world around them to fit their own imagination, their own perception of reality. To an extent anyway, they cannot create something that they regard as impossible.
Meaning they cannot create a block of ice that is on fire, but never melts if they perceive that as impossible. Most that are “gifted” with the ability are introduced into the military as a type of super-soldier, but as the power is rare only a small number of them are currently in active duty. The population of this world has a name for them, Bastards.

And this boy is one of the biggest bastards you’ll find, and by that I mean he’s an ass, but he’s also one of the strongest in recorded history. On the top of the ruling government’s most wanted list, the leader of a dedicated terrorist organization that’s simply referred to as PICTURE.

But back to the story, our lovely protagonist was now resting his forehead against the perfectly flat stone wall, the single candle in the room was his only light as it shared it’s light to the small stone box that this boy was caught in. Hell, it was the only thing in the room despite the boy himself.

Slowly running his hands against the flat stone it looked like he was checking for some kind of anomaly. After a few minutes of close observation and the sense of touch he found what he was looking for, a small chip in the wall in the exact middle of the wall. It was barely the size of a penny in size and depth. But it was all he needed. Pressing his index finger into it he closed his eyes.

And ta-da, the once small chip began grow, reaching the size of a doorway it formed itself in a hole. An escape created through the power of the mind, but that was just him getting out of his cell, aren’t there any guards you ask? Well of course, this boy is a terrorist after all. There were a total of four guards, and all were Bastards. They had been using their power to keep him inside by creating the walls and sustaining their current form with their power, meaning if someone drilling into the wall it would’ve regenerated. But they had underestimated the boy, it seemed to happen a lot.
Most did it because he was only sixteen, barely able to drive. One however had an irregularity in their wall, a term used to describe something that was not perfectly created, something that didn’t fit the Bastard’s idea of the object they were making. An irregularity is a weakness in most bastardizations, and our protagonist exploited that weakness, modifying it with his own power to suit his own view.

When they saw that he had gotten out they attacked, they were under orders to use lethal force if the boy got out of his cage, and that’s what they intended to do. Our protagonist had personally never killed anyone, and he always thought that he would never commit such an act. That philosophy was thrown away the moment she died, the moment they killed his friends, the moment they shattered his world. The closest one exploded into a mess of gore as the boy turned his blood into methane which was ignited by a boosted electrical signal from the brain

The second was felled by a simple concrete spike jutting from the floor and into his chest, he was dead almost instantly. That was only a few seconds into the fight, all it took was a few waves of the hand. The remaining two guards countered with a lightning bolt and a hail of gun-fire. Although they were Bastards they were military Bastards, most of their imagination had been removed in favor of obedience. This led to them being predictable, and if you can predict it, you can fight it.

The bullets seemed to fuse into a large ball of lead still speeding towards the boy with terrible force, as the bolt was near metal it was attracted and electrified it. As it neared the boy it transformed into a sphere of emerald rose petals, her favorite flower. As the electrify was still present the petals began to burn up as they spread out and floated to the ground around the boy, only to raise up back into the air and stiffen, before being flung back towards the guards at surprising speeds.
It was like someone had shot a thousands green razor blades at them, digging into their body  and leaving them resembling Swiss cheese. The once rare and beautiful emerald petals were now stained red, embedded in the walls behind the two corpses. Turning his back and simply leaving the room our once innocent protagonist had only one emotion in his eyes, it was pure killer intent.

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Chapter two: Volt.

And so our protagonist continued down the dreary hallway that seemed to go on forever, his dark brown hair slightly matted with the blood of the men he had killed not ten minutes ago. When he was younger he always through he would have something resembling a pang of regret, of sadness in his heart if he ever killed anyone. It was the reason he ran away from the government when they broke down his door and tried to catch him, killing both his Mother and Father when they tried to interfere.
He was always a fragile child and he could remember clear as day the first thing he had killed. It was on accident of course, he didn’t mean to kill the poor little woodland creature, but he had accidentally stepped on it when eh was running through a field. It was just a small little mouse, but he had cried, he cried because he had took away everything it could’ve done. He cried because he might of taken a Mother from a child, or a brother from a sister.

Even when his parents were shot and killed in front of him it only strengthened his childish vow of restraint, he lashed out of course, but he restrained himself. The soldiers were put into the hospital with serious injuries, one was paralyzed for life, but he showed mercy where he could’ve boiled their blood, turned their brain to mush, or rip them to shreds. This time they weren’t so lucky, he wasn’t a child anymore, he had been tainted with years of fighting, of running, of fear. And so he killed them, without a thought he had killed them. And instead of the expected pang of sadness he felt a thrill that only reminded him of what he had lost.

But it was a thrill that he wanted. It reminded him that they had existed, that the time they had spent together as comrades, as friends, and as Family mattered. This kept him pushing on, it kept him awake as his body felt fatigue and pain, his wounds pained him as he reached the end of the hallway, grabbing the railing as he turned to the only exit, bright white marble stairs that led up. Putting one foot in front of the other he started up and didn’t look back.

The bullet hole that marked his pale skin dripped drops of blood as the movement began to tug on the stitches that kept it closed. He knew that he had to get out of this facility before they activated the delta device, a powerful piece of technology that could even bring the boy down to his knees.  But it took a long time to get it operational, but if they did get it working before he got out of here, he’d be too busy fighting his own mind to fight the soldier placing the end of a barrel against his unconscious forehead.

Placing the end of his middle finger against the wound on his the smell of burning flesh mixed with the smell of the chemicals around him, he was burning it closed, it would keep him from bleeding out if the stitches ripped. A small cry of pain leaving his lips as he finished, even though he could kill a man with his mind he was just a boy, he could be hurt. Giving himself a few seconds to catch his breath he started back up the stairs with increased speed as he no longer worried about the stitches, it only took him a few more minutes to reach the top of the stairs.

Looking at the area around him he looked like he was confused, and he was. There were two corridors for him to take and he had no idea where he was. With an audible sigh and a shrug he turned to the corridor on the left, she had always chosen the left, and so he would as well. Walking down the stainless steel corridor he observed the area around him, it didn’t look quite right. Even they wouldn’t make an entire corridor out of stainless steel unless they had a reason to, they weren’t that flashy.

It was too late to turn back now, and he knew it so he pressed onward, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut. It was the kind of feeling you get when you’re about to walk into a shitstorm, but he continued to ignore it he looked at his reflection on the steel. And only then did he realize that he was naked, they had strip searched him, which was followed by a cavity search. Thankfully he was still sedated when they did both of those, otherwise he’d a bit weirded out every time he saw a guard. He smiled when he saw the long straight scar reaching down from his right shoulder to his left hip, he got that the firs time he met her. When she had saved him, and when he had saved her. Although in different ways, but the details didn’t matter to him, they were happy memories.

This is also when he saw a few strands of his dark hair starting to stand up on end, and that’s when he realized what he had just walked into. A corridor made completely out of a conductive material, he had gone the right way, he was heading towards the exit. But this hallway was a trap made to keep the prisoners of this facility from getting out, by funneling a large but non-lethal current into the hallway it would incapacitate anyone in the corridor. But they could most likely increase the voltage of the current to lethal levels, and that’s just what they did. Turning to face the way he came he saw of literal wall of electricity moving towards him at frightening speeds. There was so much power running through it that it was arcing from each side of the wall to the next, anything caught in that would be reduced to a charred corpse.

And so he did the only thing he could do, he fucking ran, but he doubted he would make it in time. As the wall was gaining on him quickly. That when he panicked, and did something stupid. He created a powerful force behind him to throw him down the corridor, albeit a bit too powerful. He got out of it, but only at the cost of him being thrown into a safety glass window, thankfully it didn’t break. But it did leave a nasty bruise down the length of his entire right arm.

Groaning in pain as he stood up and looked out the window he sucked in a breath, only to release it in an angry scream as he punched the window. All he saw was clouds below and clear blue sky above, and the Government only had a single facility like this. Angsten, their garbage can in the sky. Where they throw the people they want to disappear, they performed terrible human experiments‘, mostly on rogue Bastards that they catch. Hoping to understand the ability more. There was no-way in Hell he was just going to leave this place, PICTURE had always intended to break into Angsten and destroy it. And that’s what he inte- no, that’s what he was going to do. After learning where he was he understood the basics of his current location in Angsten, he had memorized the blueprints of the facility and it didn’t take long for him to figure out exactly where he was. And where he needed to go, which he ran towards without a second thought.

He understood that they would be after him soon enough, and they wouldn’t hold anything back. But neither would he this time, it was the entirety of the Government against of a single broken Bastard of a boy. It didn’t sound fair did it? They’d need more then just a government.

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Chapter three: Strings.

   Screams were all he heard as he passed by the cells of the tortured Bastards that the current Government had been experimenting on, the cells lined both sides of the long hallway leading towards his current destination. And with each step two lives were taken, his fists clenched to his sides as he took one life after another. Not letting his eyes wander from the ground in front of him.
He made the mistake when he first entered the room, and they were all the same. They could be physically healed, but what they went through would only leave them wanting to die the rest of their lives. He made the choice that it would be a greater mercy to leave them in the hands of cold death. With each step he caused another death, even though he believed it was an act of mercy tears were soon streaming down his face.

These weren’t enemies, and they were not soldiers. They had done nothing worthy of this, and with each life it took a spark went off in his heart, and by the time he reached the last two cells he knew mercy wasn’t something that he could’ve even comprehend when it came to them. They had committed atrocities under the curtain of nation security, defended by the thought that Bastards weren’t entirely human. And sadly, unbeknownst to the boy they were right. But let’s save that for a later date shall we?

Blood began to pool in the hallway behind him as the boy turned and looked over his shoulder, his tears had begun to stop but they left his eyes red. The expression on his face seemed to say. “Don’t worry; I’ll get em. I’ll get em.” He was such a confident and arrogant little thing, but that’s one of the things that made him beautiful. Even in the face of terrible, unbearable odds, he’d be the first to rush in. Not because he had some death wish, but because he thought. No, he knew they would win. Although his recklessness inspired his friends and made them one of the most wanted groups on the planet.. It also got them killed.

Even that didn’t stop him, and what made him beautiful also made him ugly, made him disgusting. The tears stopped as he turned his head back, his face rather blank as he pressed his hands against the cold metal doors of the security station. He could feel the guards behind the door, he could feel their fear, their anger, and their regret. He knew some were brothers, some were fathers, and all of them were sons. He’d be taking someone from someone else that he couldn’t ever replaced.

And he didn’t care.

Although he began to laugh he wasn’t smiling. In fact his face was a mask of hate. The laugh began to escalate from a low chuckle to a high-pitched and eerie maniacal giggle. The more intense the laugh became the heavier the air seemed to feel, the moment the guards heard the screams of the prisoners they had set up their meager defenses, most were equipped with a simple pistol and a taze-baton. They had flipped a few tables and tried to block the door with all the chairs and desks they had. Even through the fridge in front of it. Oh boy did that fridge cause so much suffering. Not directly of course, but the guards used it to keep the food they got in regular shipments in. And they sometimes used the food to tease the prisoners, holding it just out of reach, tying some to a string and pulling it away just as they reached for it, or by forcing on prisoner to kill another for a sandwich. Only to shoot the winner of the fight for ‘getting out of hand.’

Giving the doors a slight push they were sent flying, and by flying I mean they smashed through the barricade and sent some of the desks  and chairs skidding across the room, one took a guard’s legs out.. By breaking them both at the knee-caps. Following close behind the barricade now projectiles our protagonist was a killing machine. Punching a entire fist through a guard’s torso to grab the one behind him and hurl him across the room, breaking his neck against the wall.

He was still giggling as he ripped a guard stupid enough to attack him with a baton literally in two. It was quite obvious by now that our “innocent” little Bastard had lost himself in the bloodlust, covered nearly head-to-toe in blood as he grabbed  the now half-a-guard’s pistol before shooting it’s entire clip into the chest of the last combat capable guard.  It had only lasted a few minutes, our boy had killed enough men to earn him the death penalty in only a few minutes. It was a macabre thing. But even though it was a bloody disturbing scene, it had it’s own brand of beauty.

“Please don’t hurt me, please! I have a daughter! Please!” A voice called out to the boy from the floor, the guard he had taken out with the desk as now crawling away. “And those prisoners in there had a daughter,” The boy replied, walking towards the guard, dropping the pistol as he got close. “They had a mother, a father, a brother, a sister, and..a lover.” Our Bastard continued as he got closer, his voice carrying venom as he leaned down and looked the man in the face.

“What makes you ..so special?”

I’ll not go into what happened next, it’s quite an unsavory scene. When reinforcements arrived, following the boy’s trail of blood they found a man stripped naked, skinned, and left hanging from the ceiling by what seemed to by strings. Both his legs were broken, he had only three days left before leave, before his daughter’s seventh birthday.

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Chapter four: Fall

   Walking around in the daze of bloodlust our protagonist’s fingertips slid against the wall as he walked, holding them as if he wanted to feel something. The blood that covered his pale skin was beginning to dry and get all sticky, but he knew he was close to the guard’s showers. He could easily take a shower, but that would mean he would have to sacrifice some time. And he really didn’t want them to get the Delta Device operational while he was still aboard.

He was currently heading towards the core of the Angsten, it was powered by system of solar panels, but nearly eighty-percent of it’s power came from it’s quad-fade field. Discovered nearly two centuries ago Fade technology turned the Government into a super-power, within a decade they had conquered the entirety of the world. It was around this time that the Bastards started to be born more rapidly. Before the discovery of Fade energy Bastards were a one-in-a-trillion chance of occurrence. Now it’s a one-in-a-million chance of being born a Bastard.

The Government never revealed Vortex technology for public knowledge, to learn about it you had to be in the military or a high-ranking politician. It was the secret weapon of that tyrannical man for just under two centuries. Just one man you ask? Yes, the Government in control of this boy’s world has a head. And that same head has been in place since the discovery of Fade energy. How? No one knows, even though he’s speculated to be over two-hundred years old he barely scratches fifty in physical appearance.

It was the boy’s dream to make sure that man was either dead, or somehow rendered powerless. It was under his rule of course that his parents were murdered, and that his comrades were killed. It was the boy’s current dream to avenge every single person that he been hurt because of that man, Bastard or not. And he intended to make sure to use every last ounce of his determination to make sure it came to fruition, even if it killed him.

He was nearing it now, he could tell my the sick feeling he was getting in his stomach, the fuzzy feeling he was feeling in his head. Fade radiation is known to somehow overcharge a Bastard’s ability, but it also had a side-effect. That side effect would be what most Bastards refer to as the “Burns”. It’s a almost always lethal physical and mental symptoms. First would obviously come the intense fever, and by intense I mean intense. The Fade radiation temporarily bolsters the effected body’s endurance only to break it down with the fever. The initial fever can reach around one-hundred and sixty degrees Fahrenheit, this is followed by a mental break in which it’s reported that the effect loses control of their ability, followed by sever delirium. This all happens within nine-hours of the exposure to the energy.

What happens next is the frightening part of the Burns, the physical changes. After a total of sixteen hours after the exposure the effected begins to undergo extreme physical metamorphosis, what they change into varies and is almost always inhuman. This is usually when the effected dies, unable to cope with the terrible stress induced by the change. The Government tried for years to find a way to safely harness Fade energy to boost their brainwashed Bastard’s powers, only to lose more and more subjects.

The boy understood that he would be exposed to the Fade energy when he entered the core, only humans were allowed into the room for just that reason. They were entirely unaffected by Fade radiation. At least in the amounts found when working with the core, Bastards however would succumb to the Burns.

Stopping in front of the massive steel doors with a radiation symbol plastered on it the bloody boy sighed and pulled his first back before throwing a punch that seemed to be only strong enough to break a nose. Instead it sent the right door flying. “Holy shit! It’s him, it’s Ho-” A nearby scientist screamed, only to be cut off as our boy broke his neck in his hands. He was feeling far stronger then normal and he knew it was due to the massive Fade radiation in the room, he was hoping that there wouldn’t be that many guards in the room but his hopes were dashed as an entire squad of six heavily armed soldiers opened fire from various points of in the room.

They had time to build fortifications and find the best places to get a shot at him, this was going to be as easy as our boy had hoped. As a dark blue beam of light missed his head by and inch he moved, and he moved fast. The Fade radiation was increasing both his mental and physical strength, but it would come at the cost of the Burns, he was gambling on the idea that he would get out fast enough to avoid taking a lethal dose of Fade. One of the soldiers was equipped with a Fade rifle and it could do some serious damage, capable of burning through titanium alloy as if it was paper. If he got hit by one of those..he would be done for.

Throwing a cowering scientist at the closest guard he smiled as the nerd hit him with the force of a semi. Both were rather dead, or at least unconscious on the floor. Hurling a simple ball of fire towards another his smile widened as he caught the sweet scent of burning human, it wasn’t entirely just a simple ball of fire. He had conjured a perfect sphere of oil and had ignited it within seconds. Most were equipped with a standard automatic rifle that had the recoil of a kicking mule, he had fired one in the past and knew that aiming with it should be left to the professionals. And by god he was hoping this men were rookies.

As the burning man screamed the protagonist our this story moved towards the next enemy, everything looked like it was moving slowly, so it was rather easy to pry the gun from his hands and get him on the ground, his friends couldn’t cover him due to wall the boy had created. The leader of the squad flinched when he heard the gun-fire, blood began to pool around the small wall the Bastard had made. He couldn’t fire his rifle as it required a total of ten-seconds between each shot to recharge. “Fire! God damn it fire!” He yelled out in a voice of a thirty-year smoker.

His remaining two troops began to fire everything they had at the wall, it was made of nothing more then rock and was beginning to break down faster then they had hoped. They had hope that they were going to win this fight..only for it to be dashed when they realized that the only one left behind the wall as a dead guard, a massive hole in his chest were the boy had unloaded at entire clip in him.

“Where is he! Find him now!” Their leader cried out as they desperately looked around, one was quickly chosen to go out as a recon.. Or in his mind, bait. And our boy took the bait, falling from what appeared the ceiling he grab the neck of the man three times his size and lifted him into the air with ease. “Kill him, don’t let hi-” The bait cried out as the boy squeezed down his hand and basically sheared his head off. Although the last two fired, the leader had given up on his laser and was now firing a pistol, they couldn’t get a shot in. The boy had turned and started using the man’s body as a shield, reinforcing it with his own power to make sure no bullet went all the way through.

Hurling the headless body at the remaining peon it exploded like a hand grenade, the boy moving quickly behind it hoping he could get the drop on the leader. Only to get a laser to the chest as he got close, he was thrown backwards fifteen feet and ended up on his back. The point where the laser had hit him was smoking like hell and the leader couldn’t see if it had killed him or not.

Hesitantly walking forward he gasped loudly as the boy slowly got to his feet, the place were the laser had hit him was slightly red. As if he had gotten a sunburn. “What the hell are you!? This should’ve killed you! Even if you’re a Bastard!” The Leader cried out as the boy walked towards him, frantically pulling the trigger over and over again only to hear a ‘bzzz’ noise as the laser wasn’t recharged. Looking at the name-tag on his uniform he grinned as he saw his rank. Captain.

Not speaking a word our black haired Bastard shoved his hand full-force through the Captain’s chest, piercing the heart. “Lets go see the core, shall we?” He asked mockingly as he dragged the dead body of the man. Looking down into the dark swirling vortex of Fade energy he scoffed, dropping the dead body of the Captain into the core only for the body to explode violently, within moments the core seemed to destabilize and basically turn off.

The boy stood their smiling as he felt Angsten shudder and turn into a nose-dive, the mountains below would destroy it upon impact, most likely killing anyone on board. He slowly turned and began to run out of the core room, towards the closest window and out it, shattering the safety glass with his power.

He was slowly losing consciousness as he fell from the great height, the combined forces of the radiation and the fall would probably kill him. He was falling face first into a cloud as he laughed hysterically on his way down, the moment he exited the cloud he laughed even harder. There was a lake under him. Not many people know this but our boy couldn’t swim, and so he laughed harder. Even if by some fluke he survived the fall he would just drown.

His eyes closed five seconds before he hit the water, curled into a ball screaming his head off.

He was still a boy after all.