It had been 11 days since the incident..11 days since the mass murder and 11 days since me unlocking *slade*....My round table was spread with documents regarding those 51 people, and three mugs with three different coffees.
But I had found out that these 51 people were innocent and had nothing to do with each other. I went out for a walk...while coming back I felt as if someone was watching me. And I heard *slade*'s voice saying "someone's peeking at us"....and it felt menacing.
I looked around and did not find anyone. I'd say maybe it was one of those side effects that might've occurred to me while I was wielding *slade* out of my body that day. But later it got reassured that there was definitely someone. I felt as if a razor ran through my left arm whilst walking on the payment. And I saw a dark figure..I couldn't see his face and his body due to a cape. But he had long hair and I heard grunts. He took cover behind on of the cars, soon as I went there he'd disappeared.
The bigger problem was my nerve cut that had occurred to me. But then it got covered with purple aural effects all around it. And I felt my skin attracting towards each other. And my cut was gone. And *slade* said "I did it."....I knew if I'd care a damn about this cut I'd lose big time. Then I saw the man sitting on a table.
His face was covered with darkness, as if he didn't want me to see him.
"Hey you, show your face" I ordered him.
He stayed still.
"Oye jackass. Stop acting so damn cool." I implied again.
He stood up. And he revealed himself. His body had magma bits, his face was all black and seemed as if made of plastic, his upper part of the face was made of raw silver metal that shined in my eyes. And he had red eyes. That's when I realized why *slade* insisted my body to summon my *slade* into myself. And I knew if I'd wait I'd be the dumb one. I charged my punch, *slade* helped by charging it with electricity and purple aura and I swung my fist towards him in the jaw and launched him towards the ground.
"I knew there was someone who had the mythic of *slade* alive..." answered the person in his electronic voice.
He stood up, and his face resurrected, it was as if I had never even punched him, he then revealed himself, he said he was *The Vyden*.
"My purpose is to cause havoc. I want to see the earth burn in front of my eyes, and since the last five hundred years. People with the powers of slade always ruined me, and I sensed eleven days ago that someone had once again revived *slade* into themselves. I'll come back..not today..not tomorrow..that's when you'll see the punk of me." I was relieved. But I couldn't stay still. Vyden wanted the last of slade and my attack to him barely made any difference, but his cut yet left a vicious mark..I needed a plan...*to be continued in part 4*
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Slade: Expense For Survival
ActionThis Short-story portrays a character known as Anon. Who faces mysterious genocides in his Home City. But one night gives him a different feeling and he decides to use the powers of slade that were being passed on from his family since Ages. And soo...
