"Weakest people on this Earth, most definitely not you and I, is those who stalk on like a wolf without a pack." My brother, with not an once of blood that runs the same in our veins, whispered to a bottle that glistered brown. His eyes unfocused. It never occurred to him that his pupil was flickering from shades of crystal blue to the darkest brown that I've ever seen.
"It is because they are alone is what make them weak. Those with a company of people like a bee in a hive, are strong. They are strong because they can drop all armor we, well not me, built up in defense. They allow them self to be vulnerable to someone in hopes they can make friends or woe. A reckless move but to be reckless is to have to guts and weakest of hearts can not withstand the imbalance of certainty and ground."
Despite his only form of education was war and Shakespeare's words on paper he speaks like a man with a piece paper that is personification of his finishing of an education. Charmante Roi is his name but with correct French grammer it should be prounced as Roi Charmant, an idiot younger brother of mine. He only speaks like this when there's enough alcohol in his system to satisfied a pub filled with men and women.
"Aye, Cain. Where's Abel?" He asked after he turned his larger framed. His uniformed stretching along his lean body. "It's really weird not to see ya'll together. It's strange, so don't hang out with me until you two are together again!" He laughed, laughing like a hyena high on laughing gas.
"Shudd up!" I slurred the words. "Abel is out working and I actually have my own business to be taken care of. So I'm leaving you to drink alone."
He cocked an eyebrow as his elbow began to slide across the counter.
"Bye!" I got up and jumped off the bar stool. "Call me when your off duty again, I'll drag Abel along!"
"I bid thy fair lady a farewell! May peace will place upon thy!" He mimic the Kingdom's accent perfectly, flowing yet so thick on the sound of words. I couldn't help but to lightly kiss the cheek of the wild wolf faced brother of mine.
As the door shut behind me, thr cool winds return me a kiss on the cheeks. I pulled my black socks higher on my now goosebumped on what little thighs was revealed, yet I let my jacket act like my cape. This jacket was the gift of the goddess of amazons, a woman among women, the one and only Abel. I can not think of a word that can describe her, because not a single word can describe such perfection even then the word perfection is too flawed to be her. They only way to describe Abel, is Abel. It pains me, it slowly kills me not to be in presences of such a women but I am a soldier, a dog.
Down a few blocks, cutting corners and down a questionable alley way. I'm faced with a brick way with the words,"LONG LIVE KING NICHOLAS!" spray-painted in white with the name spiraling downwards and at the very bottom a dried hand smudge down. What an idiot, saying such a statement in the Kingdom of the United they asking for there heads to be shot. Public executions is as normal in Chevalier as breathing, and everybody go on with their war bonded lives. How this Civil War was started by the very man I am working for. I can easiy slip away like the chesire cat from his grip, but I allow him to treat me as a dog because Abel and Charm is working for him as well and to be alone other than for my work is a foreign concept. Whats not foreign to me is the passcode that I quickly typed on the cheap phone I have, its outdated but Abel got it for me. To my high expectations, the code broke the firewall and the brick wall slide to the left. Showing an elevator style entree. I stepped in throwing one of many flicker knives I have to the camera before it scan me. I groan and grunted as I replace it with another one has been hiding in my coat pocket. Its a real pain in the ass to replace it, connecting the right wiring and all this other procedures to make sure its an exact replica. However, it allows me and my fellow men and women in arms in.
"Cain," I called out clearly.
The blue light shined out and nearly blinded me. Then the machine called out in the monotone voice,"Recognize Robin. B01."
The wall enclosed leaving me in the dark as the light shifted me to another place.
I'm glad it worked. The basic functions of the machine is to work just like the machine, except the bio code is removed. So you can say any name and it will teleport you to this base of Young Superheroes but the names such as Robin, ahh... Kid Flash? I forget the names of the members. Anyway, the machine randomly chooses the a name to replace your own.
"B01 Robin,"
The only greeting I was given was darkness once again and howls of a wolf. From the darkness of what looks like a tunnel came a girl voice. A voice that sounds so perky and girly it belongs to a sitcom.
"Robin? Did something happen? Its almost eleven!"
Suddenly, light was breathes into the once lifeless cave. But the light was dim, and if I stood still. The girl wouldn't notice me.
"M'gann!" Another voice called out. It was a male, and his voice husky.
"Coming Conner!" Quickly this M'gann character disappeared so did the lights.
Now with that gone, I can go on my hunt.
"It is because they are alone is what make them weak. Those with a company of people like a bee in a hive, are strong. They are strong because they can drop all armor we, well not me, built up in defense. They allow them self to be vulnerable to someone in hopes they can make friends or woe. A reckless move but to be reckless is to have to guts and weakest of hearts can not withstand the imbalance of certainty and ground."
Despite his only form of education was war and Shakespeare's words on paper he speaks like a man with a piece paper that is personification of his finishing of an education. Charmante Roi is his name but with correct French grammer it should be prounced as Roi Charmant, an idiot younger brother of mine. He only speaks like this when there's enough alcohol in his system to satisfied a pub filled with men and women.
"Aye, Cain. Where's Abel?" He asked after he turned his larger framed. His uniformed stretching along his lean body. "It's really weird not to see ya'll together. It's strange, so don't hang out with me until you two are together again!" He laughed, laughing like a hyena high on laughing gas.
"Shudd up!" I slurred the words. "Abel is out working and I actually have my own business to be taken care of. So I'm leaving you to drink alone."
He cocked an eyebrow as his elbow began to slide across the counter.
"Bye!" I got up and jumped off the bar stool. "Call me when your off duty again, I'll drag Abel along!"
"I bid thy fair lady a farewell! May peace will place upon thy!" He mimic the Kingdom's accent perfectly, flowing yet so thick on the sound of words. I couldn't help but to lightly kiss the cheek of the wild wolf faced brother of mine.
As the door shut behind me, thr cool winds return me a kiss on the cheeks. I pulled my black socks higher on my now goosebumped on what little thighs was revealed, yet I let my jacket act like my cape. This jacket was the gift of the goddess of amazons, a woman among women, the one and only Abel. I can not think of a word that can describe her, because not a single word can describe such perfection even then the word perfection is too flawed to be her. They only way to describe Abel, is Abel. It pains me, it slowly kills me not to be in presences of such a women but I am a soldier, a dog.
Down a few blocks, cutting corners and down a questionable alley way. I'm faced with a brick way with the words,"LONG LIVE KING NICHOLAS!" spray-painted in white with the name spiraling downwards and at the very bottom a dried hand smudge down. What an idiot, saying such a statement in the Kingdom of the United they asking for there heads to be shot. Public executions is as normal in Chevalier as breathing, and everybody go on with their war bonded lives. How this Civil War was started by the very man I am working for. I can easiy slip away like the chesire cat from his grip, but I allow him to treat me as a dog because Abel and Charm is working for him as well and to be alone other than for my work is a foreign concept. Whats not foreign to me is the passcode that I quickly typed on the cheap phone I have, its outdated but Abel got it for me. To my high expectations, the code broke the firewall and the brick wall slide to the left. Showing an elevator style entree. I stepped in throwing one of many flicker knives I have to the camera before it scan me. I groan and grunted as I replace it with another one has been hiding in my coat pocket. Its a real pain in the ass to replace it, connecting the right wiring and all this other procedures to make sure its an exact replica. However, it allows me and my fellow men and women in arms in.
"Cain," I called out clearly.
The blue light shined out and nearly blinded me. Then the machine called out in the monotone voice,"Recognize Robin. B01."
The wall enclosed leaving me in the dark as the light shifted me to another place.
I'm glad it worked. The basic functions of the machine is to work just like the machine, except the bio code is removed. So you can say any name and it will teleport you to this base of Young Superheroes but the names such as Robin, ahh... Kid Flash? I forget the names of the members. Anyway, the machine randomly chooses the a name to replace your own.
"B01 Robin,"
The only greeting I was given was darkness once again and howls of a wolf. From the darkness of what looks like a tunnel came a girl voice. A voice that sounds so perky and girly it belongs to a sitcom.
"Robin? Did something happen? Its almost eleven!"
Suddenly, light was breathes into the once lifeless cave. But the light was dim, and if I stood still. The girl wouldn't notice me.
"M'gann!" Another voice called out. It was a male, and his voice husky.
"Coming Conner!" Quickly this M'gann character disappeared so did the lights.
Now with that gone, I can go on my hunt.
