The old lady Principal Cobain called was known only as Agnes. She was commonly know for her broom-carrying, witch-like dressing and laughter. Aside from that, not much was known about her. No one knew if the broom was actually useful or not nor did anyone know her real face, except Cobain, as she was always wearing a full facial mask with a sharp chin and long nose and wore a long pointy hat that conveniently covered her head.But not even Principal Cobain knew where she lived. So, if the only person she's open with did not know her abode, why should anyone else be able to figure it out. Of course, no one should be able to, but somehow, Ruthless found out.Ruthless not only did he know where she lived, he knew her real face, what powers she possessed, her daily routine and her most recent mission.When one of Ruthless' most loyal shadow workers - a group of men who specialized in gathering information - discovered who she was and reported to the boss, Ruthless, boisterous laughter sho
Ruthless stood in front of his Swordsman, looking him straight in the eyes. The Swordsman had just finished narrating everything that happened to him and now as always the boss was trying to ascertain the truthfulness through his eyes. Larry could not keep up his gaze for long. His head drooped and Ruthless smiled."It must have been tough on you." Ruthless said. "Go and rest. I want you at your best. We strike tonight."The swordsman, Larry, nodded and quietly walked away. As soon as he left, Ruthless left the living room as well and walked into his bedroom. As he was about to touch his door, he paused. Something seemed to be out of place. What was it? He could not tell. He opened his door and went through his plan all over again in his head.Was there someone he had missed out in his plan?'That's not possible! Everyone is accounted for.' He thought to himself. 'Then, the issue must be from another issue entirely.' He thought about all the people he had offend
While Larry and Ruthless fought in Ruthless' room, a different kind of mayhem ensued all over the city. People were fighting and dying in all corners of the city. The law enforcers were being attacked by a larger group of people who kept chanting and yelling 'Down with the Monarchy!' even though they most likely did not even understand the meaning. In general context, they were just a group of rebels revolting against the power and hierarchy system in the city. They were tired of being treated like shit and most of them only wanted to live simple, happy lives without having to bow down to anyone or shiver in fear when the police passed by. All because of a small number of rich, wicked people who hoarded all the power, knowledge and muscles and killed without remorse.It was a bloody day in the history of Forest City. All kinds of guts and body parts filled the streets. Houses and people, innocent or otherwise, burned. Some others were frozen, cut apart or even stomped on or
At the would-rather-not-mention-the-name's HQ, Wilson stood on the dojo mat staring down at his teammates sitting down on the bare floor by the side."Seriously? No one?" Wilson asked. The look on his face said it all. "I'm disappointed in all of you." He pointed at Dash. "Especially you! I thought we were like rivals or stuff."Dash casually waved his hand."No normal homo sapien will want to be your rival, Wills." He said.Wilson huffed."Speak for yourself." Danny spoke. Wilson smiled and cracked his knuckles. Danny immediately panicked."Hey, hey wait. I said nothing about fighting you, okay? I'm just saying that there are some homos who will gladly face you."Wilson shook his head and said. "You're a coward. Don't give excuses for it. It's infuriating."Danny stands up."Did you just call me a coward?" He asked."Yes, I did." Wilson responded.Danny stood right in front of Wilson, who stood half a head taller than him. They stared rig
They arrived a little later than they expected. Their instructor hurried them up."Move it. Your names are being called. "Danny looked at Wilson. "You hear anything?""I can't even feel my head anymore. All I know is that it's still there." Wilson responded. He had hit his head too many times while Dash held his knife and threatened to mistakenly stab every three to five seconds."Just hurry up!" Charlie shouted at them as he shoved Dash into a sprint.As they neared the crowd of spectators out in the open, surrounding the ring, they heard the announcer speaking."...if they do not available in the next ten seconds, the devourers will automatically qualify for the semifinals." The announcer said."...Ten..""Wilson!" Charlie called. Wilson did not need to be told. He bent his knees and accelerated down a narrow passage between the murmuring spectators.The countdown had reached one by the time Wilson jumped from the floor into the ring.He la
Charlie approached them alongside their instructor. Sofia clung onto him like koala.Danny was less than pleased with this."Come on! Why did they have to give up so soon? They should have fought to the last man. How am I supposed to impress the ladies now. There's no point in such..." Danny paused, his mouth wide open, prompting the rest of the team to look in the same direction as him.Fawn blinked as if she was in pain. "Please, tell me those boys aren't our next opponents?'The Instructor nodded and said; "Yup! Those are your next opponents.""Damn! How could someone be this ugly in this current age?" Charlie was surprised.Dash hurriedly closed her Sofia's eyes. He could not bear to have his sister's eyes tainted by such horrific sights."And I thought Danny was ugly." Fawn quipped.Her comment did not sit well with Danny."What?""Ignore her. She doesn't mean it." Dash said in Fawn's defense."Don't give me that crap." Danny said. He
Wilson's grip loosened. His little opponent pushed him away. He hit the ground gripping his head. Blood came out of all seven orifices. Charlie looked very worried. He stepped forward to help but the instructor pulled him back."Let him learn to deal with mental attacks.""He will die!" Charlie countered."A good fighter should know when to give up in order to survive."Charlie tapped his foot and his fingers rapidly. Danny, Fawn and Dash looked just as worried. They did not speak a word and just looked on without an idea what they could do when facing such an attack.Dash couldn't look on anymore. It was one thing to be dishing out an immense amount of hurt. It was a completely different thing to be on the receiving end. As he looked away, he saw Sofia standing, with tears in her eyes. Charlie had put her down some time ago when he wanted to disrupt the match to stop Wilson from dying.Sofia cried. It was painful to watch but she couldn't look away. Her
The next morning, Wilson and Charlie were in a hospital in Major Street, Tiger City. After the match and potion splurging, as soon as Wilson's case had stabilized, Charlie boarded a super fast hovercar that he had hired from who-knows-where and sped through the night to arrive at the most expensive hospital in the Tiger City by morning.Wilson was admitted and Charlie sat by his side, watching him while skimming through the news on his new projection wristwatch.The doorknob twisted. Charlie looked at the door, then at Wilson and finally at the time on his watch. It was not yet time for the doctor's checkup. He stood up, alarmed. A gun appeared in his left hand and a knife in his right.The door slowly opened. Charlie's finger was ready to squeeze the trigger when he saw the face of the woman that entered. Immediately, the gun and knife disappeared. His serious, slightly bloodthirsty countenance changed to that of reverence."Mrs Silvia." He greeted with a deep bow."Oh, Charleston. Y