There is nothing to see here. This world is destroyed. All that remains of this desolate ridden world are the sinister, otherworldly elitists who are the foundation for this monstrosity of nature. They came as quickly as they had performed the task. No one could have seen them coming. The embodiment of malevolence rose above all from a dark plane of existence, simply lying waste to life. Why, just for the thrill of the kill.
The world gathered in sync one final time to rid the world of the Khaotic Implement, aka K.I., who laid waste to their homeland in a flash. It was all in vain, they destroyed them, and they lost, but fought till the end, despite showing no match for the overpowered organization, the instrument of destruction and chaos in the flesh. Only a few remain on this planet, they live in hiding, in fear that one day their lives will be taken too. This world is apocalyptic, it is gone, and it is dead.
“Nothing could have prepared us for that day, six years ago,” Ryoku said, a cold, distant look drawn over him. It was obvious; he had already accepted his fate. He leaned against the rail of the train, the lightning cackled and burst through the background, lighting the dark world with a sapphire flash of light. He gnawed blankly on a canister lid for an empty can of greens. His pure black eyes were tireless and determined. “Even your brother would fall; to his former best friend. He was the only one who could have stopped him.”
The woman sitting across from the train looked down solemnly, her black hair bangs covering the left side of her face. She swatted it aside, looking down the tracks of the train, following the trail to its destination; nowhere. “Why are you saying this so naturally? You treat this like it’s an evolution, like this is all just part of some sick process. There’s nothing natural about this, those freaks…” she pondered out loud, not really thinking of her words after they were spoken.
“This world has recently intertwined with another dimension,” Ryoku said vaguely, folding his arms casually. “K.I. is nothing but freaks corrupted from this said dimension. All of them, at one point, were humans. They share our same weaknesses, despite their staggering power,” Ryoku said.
“What weaknesses?” Sylara’s eyes twitched at Ryoku.
“We share their same strengths,” Ryoku said, a small, quirky smile lit up on his face. “K.I. has not fully won yet. This apocalyptic world still has a small beacon of hope.” Ryoku walked toward Sylara slowly. Sylara looked up, still somewhat confused. Ryoku stared down nonchalantly.
“You however, your blood courses through The Kid’s veins. For that, you have a connection to him. You can be somewhat useful,” Ryoku said. “Or, I can just kill you now, and see how this very intriguing paradox will play out.”
Sylara’s eyes widened, she glared up at Ryoku slowly. “Ryoku, you know I don’t share the same connection to The Kid as my brother did. They were one of the same; The Kid no longer needs these connections to maintain his body. Killing me would be pointless. You’d just be doing him a favor, and adding up his own body count.”
“You misunderstand me woman,” Ryoku said grimly. “I know exactly where you’re from. You are from the year 2025.” Sylara looked back up in shock.
“How could you possibly know that?”
“You just told me,” Ryoku answered. “I’m going to have to send you back to your time.” Sylara looked, still confused. How did he know so much? “Your business does not belong in this timestream. You are needed elsewhere. I cannot tell you much, but you will need to be with Willman as the events play out,” Ryoku said, digging into his pocket, he handed Sylara a silver medallion with a large “P” engraved in the center. “Take this to him.”
“But-“
“Speak no more. For all we know K.I. may be listening in, they have Intel. You must leave immediately. If K.I. find you here they-“ Ryoku stopped, glaring at the other side of the train. His black eyes peered through the red menacing eyes of the cloaked individual walking toward them with a cocky smile. He waved his finger casually in front of his face.
“Go ahead, give me some ideas.”
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