“Ohhhh Hebi! Come out!” Mizuki called out
for the ancient man, “What is it you want?” He came
out from his bedroom. “I want to know. How am I able to
perform these weird powers like slowing down time and higher pain
tolerance?” Hebi only stared at her, “I’m not
going to simply give you the answers you want Mizuki. But I can point
you to a man who can give you information on what is inside your
programming that allows you to use these objects to their fullest.”
Hebi explained, “Is that all? Are you serious!? I just
survived a club fight a few days ago! Can’t I least get some
answers here from you!?” Mizuki asked, “Fine then…
here’s how you’re able to do it: magic!” He said
before walking away. “NOT HELPFUL!” Mizuki yelled at
him, “Send the man I just mentioned a message that you
would like some explanation. When you’re sending it be sure you
tell the hawk the name Klinkski. Got it? Good. Now let me go back to
my nap.” He said before closing the door behind him. “Fine!
Maybe I will!” Mizuki said before walking away.
In the courtyard she quickly put together a note and
called for the hawk. She tied the note around one of its ankles and
whispered into its ear, “Send this
to Klinkski.” The hawk understood
immediately and flew away. It flew past a few mountains and past a
small valley, until it flew into an Akronian Rebel Prison. The guards
outside didn’t seem to take notice and passed the hawk off as
nothing out of the ordinary. It flew down to one of the prison cell
windows. In there a buff Akronian wearing a hockey mask, bandages
around both his forearms and hands, white wife beater, and the usual
Akronian prison clothes (an orange jumpsuit) was resting on his cell
bed when the hawk came in. “Whaddya want? Has Hebi sent
another note to me?” He asked getting up and walking over to
the hawk. The bird slid the note out of its tie using its beak and
handed it to the man before flying away. When he opened it up he read
this: ‘Dear Klinkski, my name is Mizuki and Hebi said that
you had some answers about my programming. I hope you can come over
and tell me. Please visit us at any time so we can talk over some
drinks and snacks. Sincerely Mizuki.’
“So this girl needs my help huh… too bad
I’m stuck in here thanks to my good for nothing brother…”
He growled, “I wanna rip that little arrogant smile right
off of Edkrin’s face…” Klinkski sat back down.
Soon a newspaper was slid through his bars by an Akronian guard who
wore light riot gear. He didn’t want to take a look at the
headline just assuming it was hailing his brother as a savior to the
Akronians. But when he took an actual look at it he realized that it
was questioning if his brother was actually loyal to the Akronians.
“It’s about time his antics caught up to him. But it
still doesn’t excuse that he’s still somehow a general.
He stole my beloved Teatea from me and ruined my life. Along with
that he got his son sent to jail and put into solitary just because
he found out what he was doing was wrong; so Edkrin had to label him
as a rebel and get him arrested. What a great f***ing brother and
father he is…” He took one more look at the note and
then back at the article. “I wonder…” An alarm
suddenly rang and the doors opened up. “Free time you lousy
sacks of s**t!” A guard announced.
Klinkski was buffer than pretty much every other
prisoner in this Akronian prison but that didn’t mean he was
liked or respected very well. Most if not all the others avoided him
or gave him a dirty look. He was afraid he was going to start a fight
if he even bumped into one of them. The cell block Klinkski was
placed in had two hallways consisting of two floors of cells, a main
room where the indoor fitness equipment and cafeteria were located,
above it was the guard quarters next to the cafeteria, and on the
other side of the room was the solitary cells. He managed to get to
the solitary block where he opened up one of the views and looked
inside. In there was a teenager taller than him and a slightly buffer
than him. He was wearing an orange jumpsuit like him, had a bandana
on his head, and sported black biker gloves. “How’re
you doin’ sport? Still alive in there?” He asked, “Yeah
uncle. I wish I was dead though.” The prisoner replied back,
“Hang in there Ogaron. I know what to do today. It’s
a surprise.” He said, “Can’t wait to see what
it is.” The teen responded, “Hope to talk to you
later.” He said before closing the viewer and walking away from
the solitary cells.
Klinkski stared at the solitary button contemplating
is he should do it or not. ‘Just do
it! You’ve got nothing to lose anyway and this is the best time
to do it seeing how security’s scrambling after an article like
that, but what if there’s a chance that Teatea will discover
the truth? But then there’s Ogaron…’
He was soon interrupted by a guard yelling at him from across the
solitary hallway. “Hey! Prisoner 676! Quit staring at the
button and move along!” He ordered him. Klinkski decided it was
time ‘I will. I’m going to make
Edkrin pay.’ He walked towards the
button, “Didn’t you hear me!? Are you deaf!? Get away
from the button!” Klinkski didn’t listen to anything he
said and punched the button.
The first thing he could hear was the deafening sound
of the alarms blaring signaling a lockdown. The guard across the
hallway was now furious at him and ran towards him with his
electrified cane at the ready. “Why you little piece of
s**t!” He yelled. Soon though the solitary doors opened and the
guard was tackled by a familiar teenager. “Let go of me!”
The guard fought for freedom only to have a fist delivered by Ogaron
that broke through his visor and crushed his face. “You’re
the best uncle a teenager could have.” Ogaron said, “Don’t
mention it. Now let’s crack some skulls. We’re not going
to make it out of here without opposition from both the guards and
prisoners.” Klinkski said. “You’re definitely
right about the prisoners.” Ogaron said. Klinkski looked behind
him and saw the entire prison had now erupted into chaos. Prisoners
were all over the place and the guards were having severe problems
getting them under control. Ogaron had fetched a baseball bat and a
nightstick from the guard’s cubbies. “Take this. You
might need it.” He handed his uncle the nightstick. “Thanks.”
He said before taking it.
The two ran into the fray and
joined the chaos. Just like Klinkski predicted the prisoners were
both hostile towards the guards and each other. He swung the
nightstick into one carrying barbell bar smashing him to the ground.
Quickly he ripped the barbell bar from his hands and finished the
Akronian off. He then proceeded to slam the bar into another guard’s
chest crushing it. Ogaron took his baseball bat and managed to get a
prisoner carrying a metal food tray clean across the face but
unfortunately breaking the bat in the process. He scoured the floor
for anything still intact; after some searching he found a monkey
wrench. “This’ll have to do.”
He mumbled to himself. As he stood up a guard had hopped onto his
back and held on for dear life. Ogaron clawed at him to let go but
the guard was persistent to stay on. He then began to put his hands
around Ogaron’s neck, “Uncle!” Klinkski turned
around to see what was going on. “Little wimp! Is that
all-!” The guard could feel himself get smashed off by a
barbell bar. Ogaron turned around and caved the guard’s face in
with a monkey wrench. “Just in the nick of time, huh?”
Klinkski asked, “Yeah, Klink. Uh, oh. Look!” Ogaron
pointed back over to the solitary cells.
As Klinkski turned around he could see two more
prisoners coming out. One was shirtless, covered in tattoos, and
wearing black boxing gloves stained with pintoil while the other
looked normal wearing a bandana except that he was easily twice the
size of Klinkski and practically a giant. The two turned their
attention back to the fight just in time to both knockdown a prisoner
carrying a nightstick. “You deal with the boxer while I
deal with the giant.” Ogaron said, “Alright. Be
careful.” Klinkski warned before running off to deal with the
boxer. He looked around for his first victim to bully when Klinkski
came up to him to fight. “You looking for a fight? I got
one right here.” He swung the bar down aiming for the boxer’s
head only to miss. Klinkski was then knocked to the ground from a
right hook. He could tell that boxer was wearing something underneath
those boxing gloves. “I may now be in over my head this
time…” Klink looked up to see the same hawk watching the
entire riot from a comfortable vantage point. Before he could say
anything however it flew away from sight leaving the two to fight
their way out. “Goodbye…” Klink said before he
narrowly dodged a strike from the boxer’s fists.
At the temple Hebi had awoke from his nap just in
time for the hawk to arrive. “So Mizuki took my advice for
once?” Hebi said as he walked over to pet his hawk. He could
notice that the bird seemed rather angst about something, “What
is it? Would you like me to finally give you a name?” The hawk
began incessantly squawking and flapping its wings. “Is
there trouble somewhere? Does Klinkski need my help?” The hawk
nodded. “Then I must go off and assist him.” Hebi
collected his sword, opened up a portal, and quickly ran through to
aide his friend in the fight. On the other side he could see the
mayhem that had ensued. He searched frantically for the prisoner
until he saw a boxer beating up on another Akronian wearing a hockey
mask. Klinkski was losing severely to the prisoner since he didn’t
seem to be taking many injuries throughout the brawl and was
pummeling him to the ground with his powerful punches. Now the boxer
was closing in for the kill and ready to ditch the toy for a new one.
He wound up for one more devastating left hook. Klinkski closed his
eyes shut wincing at his imminent demise.
Soon Klinkski heard a cut and opened his eyes; half
of the boxer’s forearm was now on the ground spurting out
pintoil. Like a cheetah Hebi had wasted no time coming to the
prisoner’s aide when he figured out who it was. Surprised but
not shaken the boxer unleashed an uppercut with his remaining arm
only to be avoided by the mysterious man who had just entered the
prison. As he was busy fighting the new fighter, Klinkski got up and
put his hands on his knees. When he felt like he could fight again he
looked at the two duking it out with each other. He saw this as a way
to get the upper hand on the fight; he took the barbell bar and ran
to the two brawling. Hebi could feel his friend was planning
something and at the right time ducked to avoid a blow from the bar;
but for the boxer the attack came completely out of thin air. The
sheer force of the heavy bar completely destroyed the prisoner’s
chest and lower head. Pintoil leaked heavily all over the floor.
“Hebi am I glad to see you.” Klink said.
“And vice-versa. Right now is not the time to talk.”
Hebi pointed back to the giant free-for-all. Klinkski turned around
to see his nephew getting thrown into one of the tables by the giant
prisoner. “Ogaron! You okay!?” Klinkski ran up to him
and helped him up. “Y-Yeah… I’m okay…”
He responded, “He is a big guy. Isn’t he?” Hebi
said examining the giant throwing somebody into the kitchen. “Yep.
He sure is. And he hits hard.” Ogaron replied, “Good
to know. His large shape though makes him an easy target. Stay back,
allow me to weaken him.” Hebi readied himself before charging
into the fray. He weaved his way through the crowd until he reached
the giant. He swung his sword at the back of his knee causing a small
chunk of it to fall off. Completely unfazed the prisoner chased after
Hebi. He threw a punch at the samurai connecting to his back. He
screamed in agony as his aged spine was nearly shattered. “Hebi!
We need to help him.” Klinkski said before running towards the
giant. “Wait up for me!” Ogaron followed close
behind.
When they got to him Ogaron found a machete laying on
the ground next to its dead owner. Klinkski slammed the barbell bar
straight into the giant’s back bruising him severely. He fell
to his knees allowing Ogaron to drive the machete into his chest.
Surprisingly he still stood up from that attack with the blade now
stuck in his chest. Ogaron quickly dodged a blow to the head and
picked up Hebi. He supported him and asked, “You okay?”
Hebi signaled to let him go and steadied himself. “Yes.
It’s just that I’m pretty fragile due to my age. My bones
are required to have some kind of frame around them just so they can
support the body their carrying.” He explained. “Alrighty…
let’s just get back to helping my uncle with the big guy.”
Ogaron pointed to the fight between Klinkski and the giant. “Right.
See if you can weaken him in any way to leave him open for attack.”
Hebi picked up his sword. “Umm… man…”
Ogaron tapped him on the shoulder, “You can call me Hebi-
what the heck!?” He dodged a swing from a taser. He looked at
the Akronian in just his underwear attempting to attack the two. When
he jabbed at Hebi, the samurai grabbed him by the arm and caused him
to tase the giant instead. He dropped to the floor on hands and knees
allowing Klinkski to deliver a strike from the barbell bar. He swung
with all his might severely damaging his head.
The giant got back up and growled at the three.
Klinkski swung once more into his chest maybe at least bruising one
of them but finally breaking the bar in the process. “Perhaps
that’s why he was put into solitary…” Klinkski
said staring at the broken barbell bar in front of him. “Just
find something else to throw at him!” Hebi demanded. Ogaron
quickly took the first thing he saw and chucked at him. The thrown
object was an apple. Hebi looked at him with a face that told Ogaron:
did you just really? And began to talk, “An apple-”
“You said throw something at him!” Ogaron retorted.
“Just hurry up and find something else!” The two
looked back over to see the giant holding Klinkski by the neck.
“Hold on!” Ogaron called out. He looked around for
something when he found a pintoiled weight lying around. He picked it
up and with all his might threw it at the giant. It hit him on his
back dropping Klinkski. Hebi took the opportunity and charged at the
prisoner.
The two watched as Hebi jumped and unleashed a slash
down the middle of the giant. He completely bisected the prisoner in
half finishing him off once and for all. “Finally, he’s
down.” Ogaron let out a sigh of relief until the one in his
underwear got back up and ran at him with the taser. He let out a
right hook to the prisoner’s face and snatched the taser from
his hand before finishing him off with said taser. “There
shouldn’t be that many people left.” Klinkski was
correct. The entire prison was coated in a nice shade of pintoil.
“Good thing too… unbelievable…” Hebi
muttered. The uncle and nephew looked around for Hebi was so
surprised about. Soon they saw it: the giant’s halves were
reattaching themselves to make him whole. He then opened his eyes and
looked around. “I didn’t know he had self-repair…”
Hebi said. He got up and huffed at the three before opening the
prison gate and leaving. “Must be returning to his family.
He was wrongly convicted of being a rebel just like us.”
Klinkski said, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US THAT BEFORE!?”
The two glared at him in fury, “Just slipped my mind while
we were fighting him. I’m guessing it also slipped his mind
since he’s normally friendly to us.” Klinkski explained,
“This is what these brawls and riots can do to you
Akronians…” Hebi said.
“True, that reminds me. Hebi, I think you’re
in due time for an upgrade.” Ogaron smiled, “What do
you mean?” Hebi looked at one of the bodies and quickly figured
out what he was talking about. “You mean give me an
Akronian body? Don’t you know how risky that could be?”
Hebi was in complete disbelief, “Yeah but your life is
slowly slipping away from you in those ancient bones of yours. It’s
either become an Akronian to continue helping in this battle against
General Edkrin or die in a few days. Even though you said you’ll
probably never get to see the day where Akronians can finally declare
independence from Aliearon; we want you see the day where Edkrin’s
reputation is permanently ruined. You can think about it on our way
out.” Klinkski said. “Guys! Let’s get going!”
The two looked over to see Ogaron already carrying a dead prison
guard and halfway out the door. “You realize I can just
open a portal and return to my temple just like that, right?”
Hebi said, “Then shouldn’t we tell the giant that-!”
Ogaron looked out to see a hole in the wall down the hallway and the
same giant getting onto an armored bus with his family and escaping.
“Never mind.” He walked back over to the two before
they felt a rumbling.
From the roof an armored Akronian about as large as
the prisoner came crashing down carrying a Minigun and electric club
knocking down Ogaron causing him to drop the body. “A Riot
Queller! Hurry!” Klinkski called out for his nephew. “Just
let me get the body and we’ll get out of here.” Ogaron
called back. He scoured the floor for the body and picked it back up.
“Coming!” Ogaron ran towards the portal jumping
through followed by Hebi and Klinkski. Back in the temple the three
had a rough landing; unfortunately for Hebi his landing caused his
frame and back to completely give out on him for good.
“AAAAAAUUUUUUUGH!” He cried out in agony. This woke
Mizuki and Fritzi from their sleep. When they came outside they could
see two prisoners carrying their master. Hebi lifted up an arm in a
weakened state only to have a familiar face come through. The Riot
Queller jumped through the portal once finding out where it led. He
closed the portal just in time to prevent anything else from coming
through. Mizuki drew her sword and ran to help them.
As they attempted to fight the Akronian with the
damaged man Mizuki jumped in front of the two, “Get him to
safety! I’ll deal with this guy.” She ordered, “Way
ahead of you.” The two carried him off to the side. Mizuki
stared down the Riot Queller with fury in her eyes. “Nobody
hurts my friends and family.” She charged him with her sword at
the ready. The Akronian however had pulled out his minigun and
charged it up before letting it loose. Ogaron and Klinkski watched in
amazement as Mizuki sped up like a bullet avoiding the Akronian’s
heated lead before slashing straight at his neck slicing it clean
off. “That… is the power of the Oni’s fury…
when it is in the possession of a spirit like hers.” Hebi
heaved through his breaths trying to remain conscious, “She
has… the program…” He continued. “Good
to know. Do you have a room where you can recover?” Klinkski
asked. Mizuki overheard this and ran to her master’s aide.
“Don’t worry. You’ll live right?
Right?” Mizuki asked deathly worried, “Unfortunately
I think he’ll have to go into slumber with that Akronium core
of his if he wants to survive.” Hebi began to cough and
sputter. “Please… be… patient…
Mizuki…” He closed his eyes and stopped breathing. “We
need to extract the core from him immediately. The spirit must have
all exit points sealed to fall into slumber.” Mizuki ripped off
Hebi’s shirt and hesitantly cut open his chest. A flurry of
various bugs and rodents came flooding out. “EWWWWWW!”
Mizuki jumped back in disgust. Klinkski dove his hand into the pile
of maggots and pulled out a silver-blue crystal. “Why would
you do that!?” Mizuki asked shocked, “Trust me, I’ve
had to stick my hands into nastier things… that we will not
mention. Just, Ogaron you take this gem and the guard’s body to
the medicine guru while I talk to Mizuki about a few things.”
He stood up and signaled Mizuki to follow.
In the living room Klinkski and Mizuki sat down in
front of each other. Klink cleared his throat and began to speak,
“My name is Klinkski and you must be Mizuki. Now that I
have seen you in action I know exactly who you are. You have that
program.” Mizuki looked confused, “What program?”
Klink rolled his eyes, “Oni.exe, did Hebi ever mention
knowing you since the day you were born?” He asked, “Yeah…?”
Mizuki replied still confused, “Well that program I made
was uploaded to your spirit by him to give him a next of kin to pass
the sword down to. He decided you were the best choice believing that
you would grow up to become a skilled swordsman. I can see he was
right.” Mizuki still had more questions, “But why do
I need this program?” “People without the Spirit of
the Oni or the program cannot do anything with the items. They’re
pretty much just a sword and headband without the spirit. But that
program you have in your head is highly sought after. Especially for
Edkrin.” Klink let out an angry huff. “But now that
I’m here with my nephew we’ll make sure that program
stays inside of you. I want Oleria to see Edkrin for who he truly
is.” Klinkski said. “Anything else?” Mizuki
asked, “That’s all I know. I don’t know what
kind of powers that grant except for a quick burst of speed or how
the items came to be.” Klinkski sighed.
“You seem to have quite a hatred towards
Edkrin. Why is that so?” Mizuki leaned in, “It’s
because he’s my brother and my nephew is his son.” Mizuki
looked at him in shock, “He got us arrested and thrown into
prison because he knew that we would get him disbarred for his
behavior and actions.” Klinkski continued bitterly, “I…
can’t believe that. I’m so sorry that happened to you
two.” Mizuki laid a hand on Klink’s shoulder causing him
to smile. “You don’t have to be. Edkrin has made the
big mistake to make us his enemies and he’s going to soon see
the consequences of his actions.” He stood up. “Now
let’s head into the wardrobe room. We need some new clothes.”
Mizuki stood up right after him. “Agreed. I’ve got
the perfect outfits for you two.” She said leading him into the
room. “Can’t wait.” Klinkski replied before
following her.
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