Worldline: Quest For Ark

Finding:

I hated this kingdom. It was a survival of the fittest scenario and it was absolutely disgusting. Corrupt governments and blind eyes galore. To be fair though, the other four kingdoms of Worldline were not much better. The five civilizations were all at war.

Celestia of the sky, Xcalius of the grasslands, Terragon of the Caves, Atlantia of the sea, and of course, Grandsteele of the mountains. Like I said though, it wouldn't get any better. Just the other kingdoms were better at hiding their poverty and corruption than my home country was. And all of that was because of the false treasure known as The Ark Of Aldanoah.

Bullshit is all that Ark was. I saw people being slaughtered searching for it. People that I cared for. People that I loved.

Now, this girl with some delusion of finding it stormed to the Junker District Wong with me and Davis. I had to get there in time. Please.

I heard a massive thud, and a hollow slam on the concrete. I opened the vault door with a quick shove, only to see a man in bronze armor. The coils and gears around his suit made air and ready rider noises and every stomp had a whirring sound before the impact. Stomping Alfred down, the heel of his boot slamming his sides and head over and over. He wasn't moving, and he wasn't reacting to the pain.

"You dare oppose me over a snot nosed child." He grunted, stamping his boot over and over. The meaty thuds only kept going in pace. All I could do was watch in horror. So many kicks and stomps, it's only continued to get worse. Before finally, he stopped. The blood was pooled all over the floor, and his face was almost implanted in the dirty cement.

The soldier walked away, looking at me.

"Boy! Are you Issac Abraham!"

"You don't get to ask me that!" I snapped. I was so livid, I couldn't respond with anything proper. He slowly put his hand on his sheathed piston sword.

"Watch your tongue with me!"

"The only thing I'm gonna watch is a knife go in your backside after you lay down at knight."

"Death threats now? That's gonna cost you."

He slowly adjusted the gears in his saber as steam coils unlocked and the white hot blade cowled off the sheath. Guess I was gonna die here. Not like I was afraid of death. I was more afraid of having nothing left if I died. No memories worth while, and plenty of regrets. It was pathetic.

I then saw an armored hand clasp around his shoulder then witch a metallic clank.

"Daniels. You can't get away with two assaults. Let him slide for now. This kid is the only one who can make the Parabella suit work."

He slowly sheathed his word as the heat faded, and the hot air shot out from the holster.

"Count yourself lucky bastard!"

He walked out the door, closing the vault and leaving Alfred to bleed.

I rushed over to him. The warm crimson filled my hands as I held him up.

"C'mon old man. Let's get you some treatment."

No response. Only dead silence.

"Old man?" I said.

I looked at his face. No response, just clots of his dried blood surrounding his nose and eyes. His tinted goggles were cracked, and I could see his faded green eyes. No breathing. I put my hand to his neck. No pulse. He was dead. He was actually... dead. No. I'm no medic. I couldn't be sure. He was alive. The geezer had to be. The mad lad had been through worse in his prime. He told me about it.