CHAPTER 2.2

CHAPTER 2.2:

Welcome To The Rebels

-Unknown amount of time later-

As he lay down in a empty room, Glaive sleeps with his body covered in bandages.

He is plastered on all limbs, his entire body is covered with tubes and pipes. 

Suddenly, his body begins twitching, his breathing grew heavier and soon, he begins twitching likes rusty robot.

Glaive awakens, his eyes opening wide open as he tries to stand up only to be unable to muster any strength in his arms. Weak and filled with pain, he grits his teeth and look around.

He was in a room, possibly underground as there was no window or opening in sight. The room was narrow, barely wide enough for 3 people to walk side-by-side and was filled with only cabinets filled with lines of medicine and other medical items.

Glaive stood up to his feets, his gaze lingering in the door as he walked forward.

'this must be the rebel base. Looks like I made it in on-'. Glaive was thinking as he suddenly coughs blood and fell to his knees. "Looks like I still need rest."

"That's right. You need rest."

The door opens and a skinny looking old man walked in with a pair of syringes and medicine bottles.

The man looked like a mad scientist, with a white apron on his body that was smeared in blood and guts and wore a iron mask that was stuck to his skin.

"So our little guest finally awakens? Well less for me." The old man said calmly as he tossed the syringes back to his pockets.

Glaive was exhausted, he needed answers. So he moved forward and grabbed onto the doctor's shoulder.

"Where are we?"

"Outlands zone-6, Cacolipse dead mountains."

"The unguarded zone!?", Glaive was confused as to his knowledge no being could live a place that could crumbled any second. "Don't tell me the rebels base in within the mounta-"

"It's not." The doctor interrupts, " It's at the border."

Glaive sighed at the answer, his tension greatly lessened as he took a breath of relief and raised his head to the doctor again. However-

"Where did he go!?"

The doctor has vanished, possibly slipping away when Glaive has let down his guard but Glaive couldn't even sense him leaving.

"He is a expert."

«Damn right he is. He is a veteran as well, a Reflexer and accelerator one.»

"Good grief."

Having recieved confirmation from his alter ego, Glaive realised his position in the rebels because no way such a person would tend to everybody.

So Glaive returned to his bed, his body still needed recovery and he knew exactly to do.

*Burp* "Finally some good food." Glaive says with joy as he keeps stuffing his mouth with food one after another.

Energy bars, his breakfast, fruits from a basket near his bed and even some sweets.

There was nothing left in the room by the time he was done but Glaive regretted nothing, however he was a little embarrassed by how much he ate.

At this moment Glaive sat cross-legged and begins focusing. His focus was his stomach, or rather his intestines as he felt he gulped down move in his body.

His muscles twitched, his body's blood flow shifted as he placed most of his current stamina into a increasing his metabolism.

The food was dissolved, leaving not even a single bit of waste as even the seeds were broken down to nutrients and then transported across the body.

Crack Pop

Energy filled glaive's body. His muscles and injuries recovering instantly to their former levels as he felt himself regain his strength.

He stood up, moving his joints and muscles as he stretched and felt every part of his body bustling with energy.

"Now that's better. This feeling of euphoria is one i trained on the enhancer path for!"

«you mean what I trained for? All you trained was that lousy illusion b.s.»

"We are both the same guy anyway, I never forbid from using my illusioner abilities did i? Beside we would have been thrown away if I didn't have it."

The two personality continued their arguments, none wanted to back away or coincide as a the loser.

Suddenly the door knob moves as the door was opened and a single person walked in to find Glaive doing a handstand.

"How have you been?" Swan asked with a fake smile that Glaive could see through from a mile away.

The two stare at each other, three if you count the alter ego. They were expressionless and calm, cold and calculative.

→⁠_⁠→ ←⁠_⁠← ( these are faces)

"Was fine until you came."

"Oh really? I guess I am the problem then."

"You are a problem. Now tell why you came here."

Swan smirked, his hands going to his pockets as he brought out a phone and showed it to Glaive.

"It's the news about you.. nice isn't it?"

[ Small artist of outskirts turned out to be Rebel. The Army has started a mass identification spree after the incident.]

"They have gone mad. I doubt they will find anything." Glaive scoffed and turned his focus to his stretching instead. "Hidden Evolvers don't grow on tree, much less veteran rank ones."

"Well that's true, it was our luck we bumped into you.", Swan nodded in agreement as he tossed Glaive the phone.

"A military phone. Where did you steal it from?"

"Steal it? I made that."

"No s**t. You look more like a scammer than a engineer."

"Believe what you want. The phone has the map and schedule, come meet us in the evening."

Having said his mind, Swan left the room and headed outside. While Glaive turned his attention to the map and the schedule.

"5 floors. 1st one the docking bay, the 2nd is the armory, 3rd one is the infirmary, 4th one is the dorms and it seems the fifth is the treasury and the research lab... Neat."

Glaive memorised the map, not even leaving the vent system out as he drilled it into his mind like a soldier.

Time passed and evening arrived, time for the meeting has come and the commanders were on their move.

However Glaive was facing a bigger problem that he didn't account for and he didn't have anybody to ask for help.

Glaive rummages through the room, trying find any thing to wear.

The rebels forgot to send him clothes