Kyjah continues to soar into the air, knocked out apparently as the skies await his departure from its domain.
Eventually, the angle of his projectile motion begins to suggest such an exist which delightfully arrives through a cloud puff.
Falling through water, Kyjah is sprinkled awake and watches dazed until he looks down to see himself about to crash onto the grounds of another town.
Just as he eventually reacts to the powerful descent, the child with magenta roots in his hair crashes through a golden statue of a two-tailed lion, creating a small crevice on the pavement of the circular complex which is moderately packed right now and avoiding casualties therefore.
The people present depopulate his sport sharply while also breaking down in various ways over the destruction of the statue.
"Noooo!"
"Where'd he even come from?"
"At least he's dea-"
Some close onlookers react in shock when they see him sit up from his position, tapping his head out of its pain.
"That hurt dammit! Now where am I?" Kyjah gets up, dusting himself when he starts to hear police sirens which sends a stupendous disturbance up his spin and burning his chest.
By the time these policemen come to the sight of the destruction of public property, Kyjah is already struck from the inside.
His body overheats, every single heart beat exerts a mental pain that requires breathless breathing in the face of a racing heart. His vision remains clear as 20-20 as does his memory whch drives in 4k images of what he thinks he did and memories of the woman.
One such frozen frame of her playing video games with Elijah as a smaller version of himself watches gains animation programs and uses it to make Hilna look straight into the fourth wall and slowly gain button presses a second on the controller, spamming L2 to no end.
"Come on, come on. KYJAH! STOP THE PANIC AND BREATHE!" Hilna hits it so fast the it shatters the frame.
Kyjah wakes up in spikes, feeling an extreme drain that can't even lift a finger: a lack of verve that hurts.
He barely sees anything but only senses that he's somehow moving and also restrained before he goes back to a calm sleep.
The sound of a harmonica, from the outside, wakes him up again with a proper vitality this time and helping him view his new status: imprisoned.
"You're the one that destroyed that statue huh?" Javoc, the other juvenile that's Kyjah's cellmate makes convo with him.
"I was launched and just landed there. Not my fault." Kyjah looks through the bars seeing a normal arrangement of cells.
"Yeah, sounds like the po po in these parts." Javoc intrigues Kyjah which makes him elaborate.
"No warning. No second chances. Overaction. The cops seem to love shooting kids and throwing them in prison. And nobody gives a shit around 'ere." Javoc...
"Not even the old man and madam?" Kyjah...
"The niggas that forget to use a condom and treat the product like a used condom? Nah, them too." Javoc continues playing the harmonica as Kyjah stands up.
"I still have a father and went thirteen years with a mother's love. When they're older brothers like this out there, I can't complain." Kyjah walks towards him then taps his head.
"Let's get out of here." Kyjah...
The entire base was structured to have the prison block of multiple heights in comparison to the wider police station ahead of it.
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Stars of Hax: Stars Eleventh
FantasyDecades ago, on the continent of Pacifia, its folklore had entered the limelight as real life. There's tension over the coming of the next society of Haxyns because , despite being evolved beings, they're still susceptible to discord and its damages...
