Season 11.5 [Rewrite: Continuation]

Alone

Now, my project develops.

It is time. I perpetually craft the cords of life to achieve this road, my discrete influence to topple that foolish, harebrained system the nonsensical brain of a god formed.

I, scorn the soul. Immensely. He believed to be all-knowing, all-powerful just because he was gifted with a tremendous dominion. By his misdirection, he divided the lands and cursed this world to a perpetual cycle of torment.

Not once in his dim-witted imagination did he idealize a way to rip off the chains of his past and fly free.

You might call me a hypocrite. I do not. Who are you to call a hypocrite when you yourself are tied to the machinations of this dastardly scheme? Who are you to reprimand me when I myself am naught but a man determined to overthrow the rules of God?

>_<

This, was, awesome!

Jay screamed in his head. Double jump? No way! Flying robots and retro-fitted lasers? It was a dream come true!

"Jay!" Scott shouted as lasers touched the tips of his hair. Jay bellowed a snort of euphoria and decided to test out his new kusarigama.

Bam. The red visor evaporated by the weapon's capability, and as Scott floored it with his vehicle, Jay flung the kusarigama out.

"Come and get it!" Jay screeched at the top of his lungs. Scott muttered about the foolhardy acts as Jay waltzed to the beat of the visors.

This was the best! The red visor collided with his partner, the third flying out of control to hit the last one. One compiled explosion bloomed on the floor, and Jay blinded his face with his arm to prevent smoke.

"Got 'em?" Scott perturbingly asked on behalf of the lack of noise.

"Yep." Jay grinned with the bravery of a lion.

"Great." Scott irritatingly commented while fluently slipping their ride into the hidden garage. "Because what were you thinking?!"

Jay hushed as Scott angrily tossed the helmet across the garage. "Five visors? Five!? And the flying ones too!? You could've gotten me killed!"

Lightning hopped out the back as Scott tore into him. "May I remind you I'm on my last life? I can't afford to have someone making these mistakes!"

"Look, I'm sorry," Jay wimpy whispered.

"Sorry isn't going to get my lives back. Your mistake today could've killed me and send me who knows where!" Scott contemptuously raged to the ninja.

Jay was as silent as a dead mouse as the gamer huffed. Coolly, Scott crossed his arms with a obnoxious roll of the eyes.

"I never should've kept you around," he casually waved the bone-freezing words.

"Scott, it was a mistake," Jay interposed with an apology. "I promise I won't do it again."

"I don't need a promise," Scott grimaced with a toss of the eyes. "I need safety and reassurances."

"Then.....how about this?" Jay disclosed the component his friend was after. Stupefied, shock claimed the gamer with a wary eyebrow to concur.

"Got the upgrade key you were after." Jay sheepishly smirked by his efforts.

"But-that's--how did you find this?" Scott practically ran over and snatched it from his hands.

"Dance contest." He pridefully retold. "How's it for reassurance?"

Scott pat him on the back, a medal of respect in his eyes. "Impressive. Maybe you do have some merits after all. Thanks."