Kazimov: Great Warrior

The New Beginning

The boy was born in the month of November on the fourth in the year of 1999. His name given by his earth mother Timothy. His life wasn't too bad nor too good never any serious health issues well not yet. Really the one problem with the boy was ability to fit in with the crowd and actually have someone to call friend. The bullies came soon after into his life. First five grades being used by fakers under the term friend. And three more by straight out dicks.
Building up inside was the rage, hate, and ever growing state to break out of his human form. One day without knowing, this boy would become another one of the Great Glacian Warriors for told by his bloodline. The boy now age of fourteen and in his last year of middle school. Another day arised and the boy had to get ready for another day of his hell school. "Awwww shit, I got up today unluckily. Well fuck I got school woopdie fucking doo."
He left his room took a shower and thence tried to get ready and look as best as he could. Maybe then he would be called shithead that same day. He left to go to his school once again. On his way to school he had a conversation with the voices in his head as he usually did. The sun was out that day but not shining as bright as it usually did. The school was a far walk away but he did make it to school after another torture session by the voices. He walked into the school and entered the cafeteria. Found a seat all concealed on the back of the room. He wore his black hoodie, black jeans, and black shirt. He pulled out his phone and his ear buds and played a song as he always done alone. With 30 minutes till first bell which 30 minutes to get through his playlist. Eventually the first bell rang and that meant Tim had English class."Shit Mr. C that means one hour of a boring ass class."
He headed up to his classroom and as usual taking the back right stairwell which no one took. He headed up into the gymnasium and as soon as he entered one dick Justin spotted him across the room and said "Hey guys look its Timothy."
"Haha what a freak said another kid right by him".
"Great...."
He entered the hallway and proceeded to his classroom. Where he was greeted by his teacher "Hey Tim." "Morning Mr. C."
Tim sat down at his table with his classmates at the table closest to the smart board at the front. Few minutes till class and Tim took out his book and pen ready for and for last time he said to himself "I hate everything..."

Mr. C walked the the middle of the classroom and said "Morning class today we are continue our reading on Romeo and Juliet turn your pages..."

His sentence cut off by a crash in the wall. In the dust cloud surrounding the rubble were two silhouettes of men. As the dust uncovered the room filled with students take a glace at these men. One was about five feet six inches long was very broad and muscular. His face resembled a humans but with azure blue eyes, pointed ears, and short dark auburn hair. The second man was five feet flat being very slim and looked quick on his feet he had emerald green eyes, no facial hair, and long flowing blue mullet. The tall man asked "Where is Kazimov we are looking for him?"

The shorter man scans the room with his the eye scanner on his right eye and looks at all across the room until facing Tim. The scanner read Glacian life form. "Its that scrawny shit over there" said the shorter man.
The classroom was silent and watched with complete awe. The taller man walks over to Tim and grabs him saying "We finally got cha, you little shit."

Tim had the rage built up from all those many years before and right before the man could do anything else Tim kick the man into the wall which completely submerged his head through. As soon as he realized what he had done the other solider subdued him by tackling Tim straight to the floor and beam cuffing him. "Your lucky I didn't kill you right then and there runt, you'll get what's coming."

Said the solider as he walked out the shattered classroom with Tim in one hand and just flew up back to one flying space cruiser marked with a black and red mark reading Kortex. As they left one student made a remark "Holy shit, Tim handed ass." "Shut up Mclewis" said Mr. C as he wondered where the hell this mysterious man was taking Tim.

Tim was brought up into a Korton ship which was the name of the army which the fleet was controlled by. He was brought into a fully empty room with white walls with shining reflections. He was beam cuffed to the floor and was left in that room. A few minutes ticked away and then rapidly a man walks into the room. He seems to be wearing a black vest and a black standard fleet vest which looks like a buffed up bullet proof vest. The man was tall and very silm, his face had no hair at all but his ears were just a tad pointed and his eyes were a shaded red expressing his emotions without any facial change. He walks straight up to Tim and says "Kazimov nice to finally meet you."
"Umm are you talking to me my name is Tim."

"Hahaha you don't know who are or where you come from do you. What a poor child."
"Poor child? What are you talking about how do you know me what the hell is going on!?"
"Well Kazimov which is real name given by your real parents which come from your real planet in your real dimension."
"Wait I'm an alien?"
"Your a Glacian from the planet Glacia a planet we took over a killed all off its inhabitants. You are a target and valuable to us Kortans."
"Why is that."
"Well Kaz your past bloodline is known for its power and strength and your name symbolizes the strongest one, The first Kazimov. Now to explain the planet and dimension mix up. There are many possibly infinite dimensions containing there own solar systems and own life and planets. Glacia and my planet Kortex both come from dimension four. You were only brought to this earth on dimension one by your father Heresy the bastard wouldn't tell us where you were so we killed him along with your mother. Kazimov you are our greatest enemy to make a long story short."
"Well... Shit that is amazing and sad but only one more question, what are you going to do with me?"
The man got up and walked around Tim replying "Kaz Tim whatever it is my name Derucon and the only sensible option is to dispose of you as we did the other Glacians. You see we've locked you up in beam cuffs which are similar to Earth's handcuffs only that we use energy rays to hold the cuffs together basically impossible to break out of."
Derucon after speaking walks around and holds a mech six shooter to Kazimov's head. "Any last words Kaz?"
Kazimov felt another burst of energy and with it he took out the ships energy source for a split second. That second giving him the chance to break free of the cuffs. Kaz jumped up and bolted straight to the first door he could find. Running as fast as he can he barged into a room, The control station of the ship with all Kortan soldiers ready for battle. Kazimov froze knowing his life could soon be over. Derucon soon entered screaming "Kill him all of you!"
Kaz being backed up by Soldiers left and right felt another burst in power. This time stronger than the last two his ancient power struck a power given to great warrior bloodline, when in great need they obtain the power of their ancestors. Kazimov's power soared he began to levitate and a white arua formed around his body with air pulsing inward until he let out a scream. The arua broke and the air bursted outward stunning everything in the room with Kazimov buying him more time. He looked around the room in panic the men were getting back up until he read a sign stating cargo ship doc ready to deploy. Kaz didn't have time to ponder about it as once again he bolted straight into the hatch. As soon he entered the cargo ship he closes the door as fast as possible. All the Kortans ran but to no prevail, as soon as Kaz got in the ship it took off abandoning the ship and whole Korton fleet over Earth.
"Shit shit shit! You let a fucking child slip away! We worked so fucking hard and look what happens!" Derucon complained.
The stolen ship now blending into the fleet slowly escaping into the clear had a confused Kazimov discovering who he was and what he wasn't. Was his life a lie to protect him from the hideous truth. All the questions with no answers in plain sight. Kazimov slowly walked to the bench in the hull of the cargo ship which he hijacked and sat down. Staring straight down in shock as the adrenaline clearly still flowing through his body. Kazimov looks at his hands as they shook violently and buried his face in them. Our hero has a whole new life to live, The Life of The Great Warrior Kazimov.