The Nightquake

Chapter 6: Training Day

A dark figure emerged from the shadows, surveying the landscape from the rooftops. The mysterious figure stood silently, watching and waiting. Suddenly, a screech of tyres was heard and two cars were seen, racing onto the street. Police sirens started wailing as a police van charged onto the street in pursuit. All the vehicles stopped abruptly and there was utter silence for a minute. Then without warning, barrages of gunfire erupted. The mysterious figure swooped down from the rooftop, landing onto the ground gracefully. 

The illustrious figure charged towards one of the cars, dodging and weaving the gunfire. The figure yanked out a gunman from one of the vehicles, twisted his arm back and tossed him to the floor. As the gunman lay on the floor un-moving, the remaining gunmen retaliated by opening fire. The figure moved at an alarmingly fast speed, ducking and weaving from the gunfire. 

There was silence for a few moments as the gunmen simultaneously began to reload their guns. The figure seized the moment to launch his attack and he grabbed three gunmen in quick succession, dislocating their shoulders and hurling them to one side. He made a low growling noise, quickly followed by some inaudible dialogue. But whatever he said, seemed to work as the remaining three gunmen quickly got out of the two vehicles and dropped their guns to the floor, before surrendering, whilst the figure looked on intently. 

Several police officers immediately stepped out from the police van and apprehended the remaining gunmen. They turned to thank the figure for his help, but he was nowhere to be seen. The police officers shrugged and led the remaining gunmen into the van. They stared at the four unconscious gunmen lying on the floor and hastily called for backup. The figure reemerged from the shadows on the rooftop, having just watched the scene below. Satisfied with what he'd seen, the figure turned his back, a long black cape billowing out from the wind under him, and set off.....

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Sonny Rider jolted upright, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead as he awoke from his sleep. Yet another weird dream. What is my mind trying to tell me here?  Who is this figure I keep seeing? Is he meant to be a new incarnation of me? Yet again, questions that I cannot answer. Sonny grit his teeth in frustration. How could he stop King when he couldn't even stop King from unleashing Telegenesis upon him?

 Like King said, he had been powerless to stop the experiment. And now, here he was stuck on a remote island thousands of miles away from Imperial City, with no real idea of what next King had in store. Sonny felt a wave of sadness as he began to think about Rosie. I miss her deeply. Is she okay? Is she safe?  And....Will I ever see her again?  

Sonny's thoughts were cut off by the sound of James King's clear voice. 

" You look concerned" said King bluntly, as he advanced towards Sonny slowly. Sonny tried to hide the frown that was forming on his face, but there was no denying it. King was right. He was concerned. "What happens now that you've experimented on me?" Sonny asked. 

"We train. I'm going to teach you how to become a warrior" declared King proudly.

"So you can use me as a killing machine?" Sonny retorted.

King shook his head. "You think so little of me!"

"Does that come as a surprise to you all things considered?" 

King dismissed this comment. "All of this was necessary to the cause."

"If that's what helps you sleep at night" Sonny muttered.

King stared at Sonny, scanning his face rather intensely. The fear is written all over his face. He's scared, even though he's trying to hide it. He looks broken and I can't help but pity him almost. Why? Because I can see myself in him, when I was his age.