Chapter 1.2

CHAPTER 1.2 :

THE CHASE

As the rebel trio and the exile fight against eachother. A single person stood atop the highest building in the city.

He looked down below while sipping on his drink, a loosely worn bathrobe and a knee long shorts was all wore.

Fair skin and chiseled face, he was cold like a statue as if having being made.

"Those vermins never give up do?" He said nonchalantly and took another sip.

Then a blurry shadow appeared behind, only to reveal it's true face to be of a butler.

"They are as pretentious as some frauds who dream of nothing but a false success. Shall I go end then master?"

"Hmmm.. Do it, maybe the next rebels will have some better action for my entertainment."

"As you wish. Master Haze."

Having said what he wanted, the man turned to his pool where many other people swam in leasure.

The butler on the other hand, left the scene just like the blur he was. His mission already in view as he moved forward for his work.

Haze Citron, Fifth heir to EWV's owner and the only son that's lives.

Meanwhile inside Glaive's room,

Swan struggled, his mind blinded by darkness but he showed no fear.

His brain churned, his body shifting as he redirected the energy banks and sent a jolt throughout his body.

His nerves were overloaded, his body twitching madly as he endured a shower of pain and came back to his senses.

He opened his eyes, his hands gripping the gun that almost fell from his grip as he stared down at the person who came at him flying through the air.

Glaive watched Swan break out of his mental attack and couldn't help but smile.

"A WORTHY PUNCHING BAG!"

Glaive landed where Swan recently stood, his landing breaking away the floor as the entire room collapsed to the room below.

Swan on the other hand was sweating buckets as he dodged, his heart pumping blood as he watched with a horrifying realisation.

'A veteran!?! How the hell di–"

However his thoughts were interrupted as the figure of Glaive appeared in front of him again.

Swan ducked as Glaive spun, barely dodging the heavy punch that blasted away the wall, but his luck ran out as he was hit by elbow and sent flying towards the streets.

The two fighters landed, one with grace as he slide across the floor and the other one that crashed into the ground.

"Oi Oi. Stand up already! I haven't had my full yet!" Glaive said like a maniac with his bloodlust drowning Swan to the puts of despair.

He laughed like a serial killer, walking forward as he giggled like a child about to recieve a gift.

Then with strength of lightning bolt, he brought his hand down for a finishing blow.

"Forgive me, Everyone."

The finishing strike stopped, Glaive's hand froze and the strength behind it vanishing into the air and the momentum turning around.

His eyes burst open, the pupil colours reverting to green as shifting the direction of his attack and hit himself in the face.

"I lost control again... I don't this mess is salvageable this time." He said with blood flowing down his nose and looked down at the Swan from above.

He walked forward again but the hostility was all gone as he gazed at the half concious man with conflicting thoughts.

Then Glaive heard a voice, a voice similar to his own that ringed in his mind.

«why didn't you kill him? He attacked you first.»

'he could have shot me when i entered the room or maybe blown us up but they first chose punching.'

«The three rules of rebels eh? The bulls*** code of morals.»

'Anyway the big guys will probably hunt me down so. *Lifts Swan out of the impact hole* running with them is the only choice.'

« I don't mind, maybe we will get some people to talk to after years.»

'As if you like talking you. You battle hungry psycho.'

«Big words, Mr. Betrayed.»

Mocking eachother with insults, Glaive kept arguing with the voice in his head and returned to his room with Swan hoisted on his shoulders.

Entering the room, he was greeted by a animalistic glare and a massive gun barrel that was a meter long.

"Put that toy down missy, that thing ain't gonna hurt me. Let's talk."

"Put him down first!"

"As you wish," Glaive calmly agreed and tossed Swan towards the sniper, only to reach her first and pin her down by the neck, "Let's talk now shall we?"

Having said what he wanted, Glaive kicks away the sniper and distances himself to a corner where he sat in a chair with the sniper.

With a weapon in hand, The deep-laying hobby of weapon maintenance came back and subconsciously Glaive begins a full inspection of the gun.

'A railgun prototype, sniper model. This garbage is a three century old at minimum... They modified it , removing the limiter and shoving a extra charge slot is maniac work.'

However looking at the gun, Glaive showed nothing but disappointment and insults for the maker of such weapon.

He raised his eyes, his gaze locking onto the women who was tending to both of her allies with some makeshift medicine.

Opening his mouth, he asked "This weapon are too pathetic for even the Rebels, did you raid some collector to get this antique?"

"RRG- 88 model-7, the only gun whose blueprint we found."

Swan wakes up from his quick nap as he looked around, his eyes were lifeless and cold as if belonging to a dead man.

"Go ahead and shoot." He said nonchantly and pointed at his head, "just make it quick."

Then he closed his eyes and prepared to hear the last sound of a railgun but,

"Why would I?"

For a few seconds there was a confusion in the room as both parties looked at eachother with a awkward silence.

Glaive was the first to break the silence.

"You morons broke my house so I am coming with you to your base."

'YOU WERE THE ONE TO DO IT!!' Swan wanted to scream but he knew better than to start a fight.

But the words that came out of glaive's mouth did nothing more than to baffled the two people still awake.

"With us? Aren't you a hidden spy or something?"

"Spy!?"

Glaive's face twisted, his calmness replaced by a underlying fury as he almost tried to attack in rage.

He gritted his teeth, pulling himself back. He decided to give a explanation, neither short nor big.

"I am a exile. A former spy that was betrayed and thrown away.. now choose,"

He aimed the sniper at the rebels.

"Take me with you or die here before the army comes."

The scene was comical to say the least, the rebels have always been people who are avoiding but here was someone threatening them to come along with them.

Swan felt overwhelmed by the randomness but he still didn't mind a new ally. So he nodded his neck, walking forward for a handshake.

However-

BOOM

The room wall explodes and smoke filled filled the room as only a single voice broke through the chaos.

"Shall we begin the chase? My little rats."