(Present time)

  (Kenichi) I’ll make this painless.

  Wielding dual-wielding, double-edged chainsaw-chained swords, Kenichi readied his stance as he put his right leg forward. With a heavy thrust, Kenichi pushed his left leg off the ground, traveling fast as he made his way toward David. Having his arms extended back, the swords brought with them a fast amount of inertia into them, the chainsaw chains going at a much faster speed than David is used to.

  David, who saw the world in slow motion again, only wielded a simple handgun. Kenichi edging closer to him, thrusted both of his legs to move to the right, creating a perfect dodge.

  David had his feet steady on the ground again, not faltering as he saw Kenichi thrusting himself towards him a second time. Kenichi moved towards David as he again tried to unch his chainsaw sword onto David, creating a gust of wind.

  (David) Your moves were cking back then. What changed, Kenichi?

  David took many steps back as he continued to dodge each strike from Kenichi’s swords. With ease, Kenichi mowed the air to get a hit on David, even when it meant slicing onto the rich wooden floor.

  The chainsaw chains continued to shred the well-manufactured wood as if it was cloth. With wood chunks scattering around Kenichi, his forehead didn’t have any beads of sweat or exhaustion as he thrust his arms at David. Even when his feet were in the way of his barrage of thrusts, his face remained still as his eyes focused on David’s bald.

  (David’s thoughts) And I can’t even shoot at him point bnk. He’ll probably just deflect it.

  A chunk of wood got into David’s eye.

  (David’s thoughts) Damn it!

  (Kenichi) You’re backed up now.

  David put his back against the wall, feeling the hard wood. David continued to wield his pistol on his right hand, extending his left hand far out the wall.

  (David’s thoughts) Perfect, I just need to execute it properly.

  From his peripheral vision, David noticed a rge dresser to the left of him, so he covered his left hand by putting it behind the dresser. Grabbing a hold of the back of the dresser, David looked towards Kenichi.

  Kenichi raised his right arm again, lifting it high as he put enough muscle and strength onto it. Not only his right arm, but he pulled back his left arm, readying it as he angled it sideways compared to his right arm which was angled downwards.

  (Kenichi) You’re finished.

  As the chainsaw bde from his right arm was several inches away from David’s face, David angled his left hand on the drawer.

  Putting an incredible amount of force into his left arm, David pushed the angled drawer towards him, the drawer making contact with the chainsaw bdes. At the right moment, David ducked to his left as the chainsaw bdes managed to cut through the drawer like paper. During his duck, his jacket tingled from the chainsaw bdes of Kenichi’s left sword.

  (David’s thoughts) Holy shit that was close.

  Breathing hard, David crawled backward as sweat started to drip from his forehead, his legs starting to fail their given role. Kenichi saw David’s antics of desperation, his eyes twitching as his hands started to gently shake.

  (Kenichi) Stop dodging me, it’s pointless.

  While crawling, David managed to bump into a couple of chairs near a table, his luck continuing to get the better of him. Grabbing the leg of a chair with his left hand, he then pced the metallic chair in front of himself.

  Kenichi threw his right arm yet again at David, but the object that David had didn’t break. The metallic chair started to spew sparks, a duel ensuing as the chair and chainsaw were in a match of strength.

  The sparks shone in the dark room, their eyes making eye contact as they saw each other's reflections.

  (David) You’re not that strong. Remember those sparring matches with all four of us? You were the weakest of them all.

  (Kenichi) How many times do I have to tell you…

  David’s face went ghostly pale as he gnced towards his right side, breaking eye contact right away.

  Kenichi’s left arm thrust sideways yet again, angling it inward so that it would go between the opened area of the chair. With an absurd amount of strength, Kenichi’s forehead started to let out a single droplet of sweat, his arms tightening his grip on his chainsaws.

  The chainsaw sword continued to make its way inward onto David, and he could only watch as his eyes put the world into slow motion.

  But even in slow motion, people can’t escape their imminent demise.

  (Kenichi) I don’t remember you at all!

  Still in slow motion, David flinched his body to the left, his face coated with cold sweat as his breathing started to become irregur. Kenichi’s chainsaw chain sword made its way towards his side, inches away from his right abdomen, until…

  The duel between the chair and the chainsaw came to a halt, with David accidentally pushing the chair with enough force in front of him.

  (David’s thoughts) W-What…

  Seeing everything in present motion, David saw Kenichi almost tumble to the ground as he walked a few steps to the right, retracting his chainsaw swords. Kenichi also retracted the inward chainsaw that was about to strike David, his left chainsaw grazing upon the metallic chair as it returned to him.

  With his chainsaw swords retracting back to the two pieces of metal, Kenichi holstered them quickly back into his jacket. Feeling an unfamiliar liquid reaching downward onto his shoulder, Kenichi slowly pced his right hand onto the area where the liquid was coming from. Rubbing it gently, he noticed that the liquid substance was sticky and warm, most notably to be…

  (Kenichi’s thoughts) Blood…

  Slowly turning his head, he saw a woman with gsses wielding a spiked frying pan.

  His chest heaved in an abnormal cycle. Seeing that her eyes were still tearing up, with her face red from the tears that stained her cheeks, Kenichi looked towards Jenny with a sly smirk.

  (Kenichi) You’re pretty strong.

  Jenny continued to point the spiked frying pan at Kenichi, her hands shaking as her eyes were bloodshot red. Her legs remained solid on the ground, followed by her mouth letting out hot pants as she held onto her weapon.

  Kenichi walked towards her, towering over her as the spiked pan reached his chest. Looking down at the woman, Kenichi slowly put his hand onto the spiked pan.

  (Kenichi) But not as strong as me.

  Kenichi lifted the spiked frying pan. Because Jenny had a firm grip on the pan, it made her go along with the motion of it.

  To her surprise, Jenny found herself off the ground, her feet dangling as she continued to have a strong grip on the handle.

  Sweat started to drip down across her face as her tears stopped to see the cold ginger-haired man narrowing his eyes on her. Swiping his hair with his left hand, Kenichi pulled her in close.

  (Kenichi) I think it’s best if you forget about me, can you promise me that?

  (Jenny) Kenny…

  A gunshot was heard in the adult lounge.

  (David) You can’t promise someone if you can’t even hold a promise yourself…

  The barrel of the gun let out a gentle smoke rising out. Having his finger on the trigger, David already focused his sight on Kenichi’s stomach region, into an area where he knew that it wouldn’t kill him.

  Kenichi sensed the unusual throbbing pain coming from the right side of the stomach. Dropping the spiked pan to the ground, Jenny stumbled onto the floor.

  (Kenichi) You little cheat…

  Pcing his right hand towards his liver, a stream of blood poured out of it, his hand drenched with the sticky and warm substance. As his vision started to get blurry, Kenichi started to stumble as his legs were on the verge of buckling, his ears throbbing as he walked towards a nearby window.

  (Kenichi) I think I should go, for all of our sake.

  Kenichi then formed a tight fist, using his arm to punch the bulletproof window.

  Gss spttered all around his body, the sharp shards cutting and sshing his arm, with some pieces of gss stuck to his light-toned skin.

  Putting his right foot on the window frame, he pced his body in between it. Looking back towards the two adults that remained motionless, Kenichi softened his face.

  (Kenichi’s thoughts) I guess even when I had memories, I never fulfilled any of my promises…

  Turning back around to see the city, he then pushed himself off the window, his right leg shaking as his wound continued to gush out.

  Jenny and David both gnced at each other, looking at the gss shards and many broken objects all around their fighting area.

  Ignoring the other battle ensuing from the other side, their ears blocked any outside force coming into view.

  (Jenny) Kenny…

  Jenny sat down and covered her mouth with both her hands, inhaling and exhaling as her breath started to get caught in her throat.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) You promised to give me flowers…

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  (Jerry, Loraine, Boris)

  (??? in Jerry’s thoughts) You know, you’re the first man that ever treated me right.

  (Jerry’s thoughts) No … why is this pying…?

  Throwing the white cloud onto Jerry, the cloud quickly enveloped him, his entire head tucked inside of the cloud as Jerry spread his arms and hands in the air. Twitching his arms and body, Jerry’s inaudible voice was deafened by the muffled cloud.

  (Jerry’s thoughts) No! Not like this! I’m not dying this way!

  Luckily, a rope bound Pedro around his waist, causing him to colpse onto the wooden ground.

  (Loraine) Hehe.

  A small gust of wind gently shook the cloud of pure oxygen away, the cloud dissolving instantly.

  (Boris’s thoughts) I should pay Fred more. His gust sweeper is pretty reliable.

  With the cloud gone, Jerry took a big breath in, sucking in normal oxygen into his lungs as his nose bled and his mouth released a bit of lung fluid.

  (Jerry’s thoughts) I thought I was done for… holy shit…

  But he continued to cough and gag, his mouth continuing to release more lung fluid from his body. Clutching his right hand over his chest, he felt like it was being cut open, his face starting to turn a ghostly pale.

  (Jerry’s thoughts) Shit! Maybe I am done for! What the hell was in that cloud?!

  Boris slowly walked up towards Jerry, narrowing his face as his chubby body towered over him. Seeing Jerry tighten and convoluted with pain, Boris crouched down, his legs struggling to keep him afloat as his feet started to blister. Using his right hand, Boris pulled out his small metal inhaler from his jacket, his chubby hands firmly gripping the small handle.

  (Boris) I guess what goes around comes around, huh Jerry.

  Putting the inhaler into Jerry’s mouth, Boris pushed the small button on top, pushing small air into Jerry’s lungs. Seeing that Jerry was still pale, Boris tapped the button again, putting another round of small air into his lungs.

  Again.

  And again.

  Until.

  (Jerry) cough cough … I’m fine Jerry … cough cough … I’m fine!

  Using his right hand, Jerry pushed the small metal inhaler out of his mouth. His mouth felt no signs of lung fluid coming out, nor did he feel a slight pinch of blood streaming down from his nose.

  (Boris) Guess you’re good now. I didn’t want you to get oxygen poisoning, I had experienced that before and it wasn’t good.

  Putting his hand onto his chest, the tearing pain that he felt in his chest was vastly toned down, the pain being bearable to the level of someone pinning a pin tack onto it. Caressing his chest, Jerry stood up from the ground as his vision returned to normal, the symptoms of pure oxygen seeming to go away.

  (Boris) Now all we need to do is pry open some answers out of him.

  From his pants pocket, Boris pced his hands deep down into his pockets, until he found a sharp needle. Pulling the needle out with precision, Boris carried it with his pointer finger and thumb, focusing on the needle as he double-checked it.

  Turning his attention towards Jerry, who was standing up with him, Boris extended his hand that held the needle.

  (Boris) Here, put this needle on me. Anywhere that may be discrete.

  (Jerry) What are you plotting? It’s just a needle.

  (Boris) sighs … Maybe that’ll connect the pieces.

  Boris dug his hands into his pants yet again, his hands feeling another object as he pulled it out. Instead of another needle, Boris had in his hands a little remote that had a motion tracker, his hand trembling as his fingers tapped the on the back of the remote.

  Jerry focused his attention on the remote motion tracker, his eyes seeing the red light fast fsh. Looking up towards Boris, Jerry’s eyes began to widen, his nose wrinkling upward.

  (Boris) Just for safe measures, who knows what that lich has in store for us?

  (Jerry) But what if you—

  (Boris) Have faith in me, this is the only way to know what these abominations want with us. Specifically me out of all people.

  Rubbing his chubby neck, he looked down towards the lich that was tucked in a bind, his eyes sharpening at the frail man who looked up at him. Pedro then looked downwards onto the ground, his face pushed down as Boris formally folded his arms.

  (Boris) You’re after me, aren’t you? Who was your order given by?

  Pedro continued to lie on the ground, hiding his face as it looked like he was kissing the floor. Despite looking away, Pedro forced his throat open, his voice barely audible as he continued to look down on the floor.

  (Pedro) My boss doesn’t have a name. He usually nicknames himself, “The Fox”.

  (Boris) The Fox? That’s an abnormal name for someone with so much power on his hands. So tell me, Pedro…

  Boris then crouched down as he continued to look upon the back of Pedro’s head. Despite his legs barely keeping him stable as his chubby body forced his feet to gain even more blisters, Boris kept his eyes on him, his hands forming into fists.

  (Boris) Why is he invading this city? My city? What goal or purpose does he have here?

  Pedro lifted his head, his face seeing Boris’s eyes starting to twitch. Making a warm smile, the corners of his lips were pushed upwards slightly as he licked his lips.

  (Pedro) Do you wanna ask him yourself?

  Pedro got up like normal, getting out of the bind as he appeared to faze out of the rope. Stretching his arms and legs, he made sure that every limb of his body had tar running through him.

  Boris, Jerry, and Loraine took many steps back, their faces dozing in a heap of sweat as their bodies soon released an aroma of body odor.

  (Loraine) Oh no…

  Sniffing the air around him while continuing to stretch, Pedro’s bck eyes sparkled as he looked towards both Jerry and Boris.

  (Pedro) Oh, I just love that smell.

  Loraine put her arms around Boris’s right arm, her arms clutching onto him tightly as her face started to turn pale.

  Jerry pointed his AR-15 towards Pedro, his hands shaking as a bit of blood dripped down from his nose. Noticing that Pedro was towering over Boris, Jerry tried to force his legs to work, but they buckled.

  (Pedro) My boss wanted to speak to you personally, he knew that you’re connected to a person that he knows of.

  Putting his hands on Boris’s shoulders, Boris looked away as the smell of Pedro’s rotten breath caused his mouth to puff up like a chipmunk. Gulping down whatever wanted to come out, his throat keeping guard for any chunks of human waste, Boris’s heart rate started to increase.

  But Loraine put herself in front of Boris, extending both her arms outwards yet her face remained pale, but—

  (Pedro) Out of the way brat.

  Grabbing a hold of Loraine’s throat with his right hand, he carefully lifted his arm so that Loraine dangled her legs in the air. Tapping Pedro’s arm with her hands, Loraine gagged and suffocated as the grip was too tight, leading to her face turning blue.

  Until Boris put his right hand onto Pedro’s right arm. Gripping his arm firmly, Boris had bulging veins sprouting all around his forehead, his fingertips digging deep into the lich’s arm.

  (Boris) Let her go.

  (Pedro) Do you promise that you’ll go with me?

  (Boris) As long as you let her go now.

  (Pedro) As you wish.

  Pedro then dropped Loraine to the ground, her body colpsing onto the wooden floor as she continued to cough and gag. Saliva and drool continued to drip down from her mouth as she forced her lungs to let air in, causing Boris to shake his fists as he looked down at the ground.

  (Pedro) Alright, time for you to go see the big boss—

  (Jerry) Pedro! Don’t do this!

  Putting the barrel of his assault rifle onto the back of Pedro’s head, Jerry continued to breathe. Pedro slowly turned his head, having the barrel of the assault rifle pointed towards his forehead.

  (Pedro) Do what? What more do I have to lose or gain from this?

  Jerry pced his finger on the trigger, his hand trembling. Forcing his finger to pull the trigger, Jerry closed his eyes as he tried to maintain his breathing. The more he was deep in thought, the more his body listened, his finger caressing the trigger.

  Until.

  (Pedro) Sorry, but we have a meeting to get to.

  Pedro instantly gripped the helm of the assault rifle with his left hand pulling it upwards as soon as Jerry pulled his finger on the trigger. With the small storm of bullets coming out of the barrel that grazed Pedro’s hair, Pedro continued to clutch the rifle, his strength pulling back Jerry’s.

  (Pedro) This shouldn’t kill you.

  Pulling back his arm, Pedro steadied both his legs on the wood as his stomach clenched the core of his body. Throwing back his right arm, Pedro made sure Jerry had his grip on the rifle by…

  Blowing into the gun.

  (Jerry) What are you doing?

  (Pedro) I think that should be enough to trap you.

  Jerry tried to pull back his hands from the gun, yet…

  (Jerry) What did you put in the gun?

  (Pedro) Oh, I just breathed out high levels of ozone onto the gun, making sure my arms and the gun stuck together hard like candy. For my final trick…

  Having his arm pulled back for a little while, Pedro thrust his arm, the arm traveling fast as it headed towards Jerry’s face. Reaching the point of no return, Pedro made contact with Jerry’s right cheek, his hand pcing his knuckles onto his cheekbones.

  (Pedro) Off you go.

  At an exhirating speed, the punch sent forth Jerry flying, the strength of the force causing most of the air around it to jump. Flying several feet from his current location, Jerry nded on the hard wooden floor, his right cheek.

  An agonizing pain ripped through Jerry as if a sledgehammer smmed across his face. Putting his hands on his right cheek, he pushed his vocals to the limits as his throat contacted from the pain.

  (Pedro) I’m surprised you’re still speaking after that punch.

  Pedro then saw a broken window from the far corner of the room, his eyes focusing on the sharp shards of gss lying on the floor. The sounds of gunshots and screams were heard in the distance.

  (Pedro) I guess Kenichi left huh? Come, Boris.

  For Jerry who continued to wither in agony and Loraine to gag on the floor with her saliva, Pedro quickly hovered in the air. Seeing Pedro levitate on the ground, Pedro extended his right hand towards the chubby man.

  Picking him up like nothing, Pedro flew out the window and left with Boris in tow.