Shattering Me

5~ Berserker vs Helix

Above is another pic of Ryan. What do you think? How would you react if you crossed paths with someone like him?

After a long and uncomfortably silent drive, Kyle was more than happy to bounce out of the dark gray convertible and get home. He didn't actually expect the driver to get out of the car, so he froze in place when Ryan stepped out and looked at him.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Krag," he said politely. "Oh, and I guess thanks again for the other stuff too." Kyle tried his best to look at the guy in the eyes, but they simply made him too uncomfortable. So, he gave a tense smile and nodded his head.

"Come on, man. You're what, 17? I'm only a couple years older than you, so it's weird to be calling me by my last name like that. Just call me Ryan," he countered. It came as a surprise because Kyle himself was almost 19 as well. Yet, it wasn't necessary information. Neither of them expected to meet each other again any time in the near future. As it happened, If Ryan's car hadn't stalled, they would never have seen each other again, period.

The Helix advocates heard the car come in and knew that it was the young Cane. Pale face ran into the kitchen and began making some preparations while spray tan pulled out his blade. A six-inch shark knife with a dozen small teeth serrating one side. He crept over to the hinged side of the door and waited.

As soon as Kyle stepped fully through the doorway, spray tan slipped behind him and shoved the door closed with one fluid movement. His hands snaked around Kyle's body in a heartbeat. One pressed firmly over his mouth while the other held the edge of the blade against the boy's neck. "Move, shout, or start crying and I'll tear you open," he whispered into Kyle's ear.

Kyle literally wanted to do all three of those things at once. He may not have considered himself all that helpless normally because of his intelligence, but as the situation unfolded it became clear that he was. Completely and instantly helpless.

Pale face came back into the room with his own hunting knife dripping with some kind of oil. "Hold him still, and I'll inject him with the white chord. I've only got one needle on me so make sure he doesn't spazz out," he said, calmly pulling out a syringe and vial from a slot on his belt. Kyle's eyes went wide at the sight of it.

Even though he'd never seen it in person, he'd heard enough rumors and talk to know what that was. The same drug the Helix Taijitu used to manipulate people and leave no trace of themselves behind. With that hypnotic drug, they could alter memories, change behaviors, and force people to become obedient. Or at least that's what everyone believed it was capable of. Kyle truly didn't want to be the one to confirm those rumors because he doubted he'd live long enough to tell anyone.

The second he tensed to struggle, however, the blade's wicked teeth shifted ever so slightly against his neck and the thin tips pierced his skin. A couple tiny drops of blood pooled against the shark knife and Kyle went still again.

A short set of sharp knocks interrupted the tension in the room and pale face turned his attention to the door. For a moment Kyle's heart surged and hope flickered into view. Hope that spray tan quickly snuffed out by whispering, "You better hope they go away. Or their death will be on you."

The man's grip on his mouth tightened as he gently moved back to press against the door. He waited silently and his partner in crime drew a sleek white gun that he'd concealed in its holster. "Hey, Kyle? Cane, open the door, it's me," the voice called from the other side.

Of course, there was no response. About 15 seconds passed by without a sound and spray tan assumed the man outside would turn and leave any second now. That was a mistake.

The door burst off its hinges and the two were knocked over right into the main room. Ryan stood in the doorway with one palm facing inside and an irritated scowl. He'd blown through the large wooden door with ease and impatience. Pale face and spray tan along with Kyle stared at him in utter shock.

"You two are Helix?" he stated as a question, looking over their dress and eyes falling upon the warped spiral insignias. "Alright," he said a second later. His head rolled back and his shoulders flexed.

It seemed like he was just beginning to warm up for a fight, but in an instant Ryan had jumped forward. Anyone who had ever watched a jungle cat attack its prey would have confused it with Ryan Kang's movement. He went from standing in the doorway to leaping over the chair, twisting his body midair and bringing a massive left leg sweeping toward the tall burglar.

Pale face reacted insanely fast and even managed to bring an arm up to defend against the flying kick, but that was just another mistake. The sheer force behind the blow completely shattered that defense and the man was knocked right off his feet. The arm that had blocked Ryan's kick had literally broken in two.

Ryan turned at the sound of a gun's safety being released, and using the knife he'd slipped off the fallen man's body, he turned and countered. The small hunting knife whipped out of his hand and hurtled wickedly toward spray tan's hand which held the gun. The shooter's fingers had been curled around the gun, only a second away from firing when it was painfully snapped out of his grasp by the hunting knife.

Kyle, who had managed to roll away from the Helix after the door blew open, scurried out of harm's way as the Helix advocate sprung forward to engage the newcomer hand-to-hand.

After witnessing such a frightening and overwhelming entrance, most common thugs would focus on retreating and saving their own hides, but there was nothing common about the advocates. He initiated with a wild roundhouse kick that could have dented steal, only to have Ryan brush it aside. They traded rapid strikes, spinning kicks for low sweeps, and jabs for uppercuts.

Kyle watched the fight in awe as the Helix was relentlessly pushed back with each contact. The 19-year-old was just a monster. The thin yellow shirt that clung to his skin tightened and stretched with his rapid movements and made it look like yellow sparks were arcing across his body. It wasn't just the speed, but the abnormal strength that Kyle could see. Spray tan was giving it everything he had to fight and suppress the monstrous teen, but even when he connected with a hit, it would just bounce harmlessly off Ryan's defense.

Pale face had only been down for almost a minute at that point, but the pain from his arm should have knocked him out entirely. Instead, Kyle watched the wounded advocate inject himself with the liquid he'd called, 'white chord' and then mutter some words to himself. Suddenly, a crazed look overtook the man's features and his skin turned red hot from rage. He pulled himself back to his feet, broken arm hanging limply, and launched himself at Ryan as well.

It was an unfair brawl that no teenager should have won against two dangerous criminals, but Ryan Krag was still kicking their asses. Pale face approached from behind, knife drawn and ready, but Ryan sensed it and reacted in a heartbeat. He spun on his heel, barely raising one foot before rising into the most violent and aggressive pirouette that Kyle had ever witness. Pale face moved into range just as Ryan's boot spun around and connected with his jaw.

No one had to look at the fallen Helix to know that jaw had just broken. The sound was more than enough to tell.

Spray tan may have thought he'd seen an opening since he sprinted low, aiming his shark knife at the boy's left leg. That was the last mistake he'd be allowed to make as Ryan's fist came crashing down into the man's right shoulder. Kyle winced at the sound of another broken bone.

Grabbing the advocate by the neck and raising him off the ground, Ryan growled, "Did you find it? Hand it over now." The two men locked eyes and for the first time, true fear crept its way into spray tan's heart. The hand around his neck wasn't insanely large, but it might as well have been made out of concrete. Yet, it was the beast that the hand belonged to that sparked his fear.

He saw glistening amber eyes narrowed in rage. Bronze skin slicked with sweat and dark black hair tipped with honey. Hot streams of steam billowed from angry parted lips with each breath like a raging bull. He took all of these traits and finally made the connection.

"It's a Krag!"

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