Fall of Hope

Chapter 2

Lance felt weary moving through rooftops. He saw the group that included military soldiers and their leader- the man who had powers like him- leaving, so he decided, though reluctant, to give chase to this group. But how to do so? He could see only a fraction of the destroyed city, he could see large structures, probably important buildings of the past in whatever this city is; or was to be more correct.

But the top priority in his mind was to follow the military group without being noticed, he initially thought to follow through the ground while keeping distance but it would be extremely difficult to do so, considering the lack of noise to cover his movements and the lack of any place to camouflage oneself from the group if they noticed him would it would result in him being found out, and possibly deadly consequences.

He needed to follow them to reach their possible base of operations; and there he would most likely confront the group -especially the man with similar powers as his- of his past.

But how?

Rooftops. It seemed logical but he had little time to value on this possible choice as the group he was pursuing was already leaving and Lance wasn't going to lose his only lead on himself. He needed to find out about himself. If the first thing Lance could learn about himself was about his powers, then it doesn't matter. He didn't care if the first thing he learned was about his past, family, powers or whatever. Lance wanted to know about himself and that was it. He had to ask the man about these powers. And if lucky- who he was.

Going through the rooftops in constant rhythm to follow the military group was somewhat easy. The roofs for one were close together and had little height difference; he only had to leap once in the first two minutes. And thankfully he could hear this group talking and socializing, even though he was fairly distant from them; maybe he had good hearing, or they were just talking loudly. He surprised himself being able to hear about the group; he could make out words about a main group. Lance's main guess was that this was a secondary part of the group that fought those other people, moving slower to cover the rear.

"Hey Brenner, you seemed worried, what's wrong?" the voice had a slight English accent, his voice sounded casual; Lance could still hear the moving footsteps of the group of soldiers. He felt his feet move at their own will and at their separate rhythm; every time the soldiers slowed down he changed his feet's rhythm to fit the soldiers own rhythm, it sounded like as if he wasn't even making noises.

Lance found that odd; he expected to make some noise, he frowned as his body move naturally, the questions from a few minutes ago kept making advances in his mind, forming more questions at his speculation. Who am I? What did I do before I lost my memory?

"I thought I felt someone watching us when we fought with the King's Bandits..." 'Brenner' responded, his voice deep and calm.

King's Bandits. Lance organized this in his head these 'King's Bandits' must be the opposing group that this group was in contact a few minutes ago. He followed through the conversation.

"Watching us?" another voice said, it sounded young and devious. "Well Brenner if I was one of those bandits in that crossfire, and you shot at me with them lasers from your hand, I'd get the hell out of there and look at you from afar dramatically and wonder 'what the hell was that?'" he also had an accent that some would have from the south.

From this came a laugh. "I wouldn't stop to stare, if somebody attacked me with those powers I'd just run." Said the man with the English accent, it sounded somewhat young; yet it sounded older than the rest, excluding the voice of 'Brenner' who sounded in his mid-thirties.

Lance kept on analyzing these voices, three people. Brenner, that was a name; considering how they talked to him he was the man he had seen using these powers; the southerner sounded young, probably not older than Lance himself, and considering these people had military uniforms and military weapons it was odd to think someone like him was in the army. How old am I? Sixteen?