Uppercut

Uppercut chapter -2

Jack felt a slight breeze on his face and a strange scent upon the air.
He opened his eyes to what seemed to be a blue sky, however upon a glance he begin to notice a slight array purple mixed into it.
Mainly around the far south side of the sky.
"Where am I?"
He said to himself.
Jack slowly began to pick himself up to gain a better understanding of where he was.
From what Jack could gather he seemed to be on top of a hill. He looked left and right noticing to trails leading in those directions. He turned around and saw a blossom tree with the light of the sun passing through it.

At the foot of the tree he saw a little boy sitting at the bottom of the tree.
His arms crossed and his face a bit dirty, covered in some dirt.
A woman with long magiceffect red hair approached him and knelt next to him.
"What happened?"
The woman said pulling out a cloth and wiping his face.
The boy shrugged and refused to say anything.

The woman rolled her eyes as she continued to wipe the dirt off his face.
"If you don't tell me what happened, how am I gonna teach you the proper way to counter it?"

The boy sprung up with surprise and excitement.
"Really? Your not mad?"

She chuckled as she gently grabbed his hand and helped him to his feet.
"Oh no I'm definitely mad but I'll yell at you later, but it's been a long day for both of us so I think it's best we settle for ice cream for now."
The boy nodded his head as she led him down the hill.

Jack very was confused as to what was happening.
He walked over towards them to ask what was happening.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where I am?"
He tried to reach out but when he did his hand went straight through them.
It was as if he was passing through phantoms.
Once he did everything around him disappeared.
In less than a moment's notice night was upon him he looked around for the boy and the girl.
Yet they were nowhere to be found.
From the edge of the hill he could hear some sort of sound.
The sound of clanking, rocks crumbling and heavy breathing.
Jack looked towards the edge of the cliff when he saw a hand cladded in dark, rustic, blood soaked armored gauntlet.
Jack took a fighting stance and ready himself for whatever was coming.
The being pulled himself all the way up and stood on top of the hill.
Jack could see that whoever this was he was not much taller than him.
However he could not see his face because it was covered by a hood and he was looking down towards the ground.
His clothes were covered in dirt, blood and some sort of dark aura radiating from him.
"What are you doing?"
The figure said as he started to clench his fist.

Jack took a step back and lowered his stance.

The figure felt familiar yet he seemed so much like a stranger to him.
"What are you talking about?"
The figure slowly pointed right at Jack's chest.
"The fight is not done yet, warrior.
Why are you just laying there?
The fight is not done, we still have our dream and we still have our mission.
We still have...."
The figure raised its head just enough to where Jack could see the figure's mouth.
"We still have to kill him."
Jack could feel a dark aura taking hold of him grabbing at his feet.

Jack looked down at the ground as he was being wrapped in it.
He felt as though he was being wrapped in rage and hatred.
When suddenly he felt something it was warm and bright.
He looked up and saw two hands reaching down towards him one was scarlet red and the other was a bright blue.
Jack, feeling an impulse in him to reach up, grabbed the hands and suddenly everything turned white.
Everything was blurry at first. Jack blinked a few times and suddenly everything started to come into view.
The first thing Jack noticed was that he was laying in a bed with a ceiling fan above him.
"Ugh, it was just a dream."

He placed his hand on his forehead and combed back his brown hair.
He looked up and around and saw he was not in his apartment room but was instead in someone's house.
Jack's eyes widened as he sprung up from the bed.
"Where am I now?!"
He said, pulling the covers off and standing to his feet.
Jack started to walk to the door as he than noticed he was wearing different clothes as well.
"Whose clothes are these?"
He said, grabbing at the shirt.
Jack was scared to look but he had to be sure as he pulled his pants open a bit his jaw dropped from surprise.