The Saga of The Cursed

~ Past Came Back to Bite Us in the Ass~

Going out to the parking lot, I get on my baby (motorcycle), turning it on and leaving the school grounds. I cannot believe this is happening all over again – Him. I don't even want to think about HIM. I increase the speed to the bike; I continue to think deeply.

I sigh heavily, knowing that HIM has been released from his prison by some "Speedwagon Foundation" Organization. They took every artifact that was holding him down – three, heavily jeweled golden staffs along sculptures and his weaponry.

I quickly park somewhere, causing the wheels to squeal against the road as I come to a harsh halt. My anger quick to flare up causing me to take off my helmet and throwing it against the floor.

'Why?! Why now!!'

I close my eyes and try to calm myself, levitate my mind elsewhere, inhaling deeply while exhaling extremely slow. Grabbing my helmet again, I walk towards my bike, getting back on and going back home at full speed.

HIM was gone, put away in an eternal prison and I was happy, finally being able to live a peaceful life. No more lives being sacrificed, both innocent and guilty, to war. War can only bring destruction and the loss of loved ones. But NO!

Even with the warnings that were left in Latin, Ancient Aztec, and Ancient Egyptian; HUMANS just do not see to get the fucking point about them until they are suffering from the consequences.

I had placed a protector – a guardian, Capt. Hans. My heart just flutters even at the mental mention of him. I wonder if he is alright. Did he get hurt? Did he managed to survive?

Was he...killed?

Driving into my garage and placing my motorcycle at its destination, I quickly making my way to my weaponry room, hoping that I wouldn't ever have to go in here again.

Unlocking the doors and pushing them wide open, I see all the artillery that I own. I quickly go over to my combat outfits and gear, choosing and combining different clothing and weapons.

Stepping out the room, and close the door, only to turn around and dump into Walter. I groan mentally, knowing he was going to ask where I am going and why am I dressed up like the way I am.

"And where are you going?" Walter stated calmly as he raised an eyebrow. "To retrieve what was taken from me." I look at him with neutral facial expression before stepping around him. "What is that?" He follows behind, "You know exactly what." I scuff.

Both of us going to the roof where I start the helicopter, placing the coordinates into the GPS before we take off. "I want you to stay here Walter." I don't bother facing him since I feel disappointed and a little betrayed since he didn't bother telling me what I had feared the most.

Not only for not telling me but also, for the fact, that he didn't bother telling me that my beloved captain was MIA. My heart pings at the thought of...thinking that he had possibly died or is gravely injured – dying slowly while I am here doing nothing.

Could he be dead...and I, too late?