“Mind your own business Jack,” Davies’ face twisted into one full of displeasure as he rebuked the boy who sat in front of them. He could do with Jack badmouthing him and picking on him, but he wouldn’t allow Jack to insult his friend.
“This is my business,” Jack turned his head to face the two. He gave a small smile, revealing his dimpled cheeks and deep blue eyes. His face was exquisite, like a masterfully sculpted Greek stature brought to life. His broad shoulders suggested that he was of a fairly muscular build, and even his large overcoat couldn’t hide that. Around his neck was a leather chain that held on to a medallion that was hidden within his clothes.“How is it your business?” Davies asked with a sour expression on his face.He didn’t like Jack at all; for the larger boy loved to tease him and Kylie. Initially Jack wasn’t an issue. Davies had attended the same high school as Jack, and the guy was not aggressive nor was he a bully. He was actually quite a nice guy, especially when one considered that he was one of the top athletes back then. However things had changed since they entered the university. Since Kylie’s arrival, Jack had been picking on them constantly. He followed them wherever they went and made life slightly unbearable for them. At the start it was relatively easy to avoid Jack. But as the years went by, it was harder to avoid the larger boy, especially when he noticed that Davies always arrived quite early to class. This made it much easier for Jack to pick a seat, and he always chose to sit right in front of whatever seat Davies saved for Kylie.“How is it not?” Jack asked with an expression that said ‘how can you ask such an obvious question. “You’re obviously disturbing me and making it difficult for me to hear what Professor Dewsbury is saying. Basically, you guys are a distraction.” Jack held his chiseled chin as he spoke. The longer he spoke the harder Davies gritted his teeth. If he had the strength he would have long smacked Jack to the moon and back. The guy was highly infuriating.“We are sorry. We will do well to be quiet from now onwards.” Kylie, seeing this matter wasn’t going to end until either Davies or Jack conceded, which neither looked willing to do, was forced to break it up. Although Jack intimidated her a fair bit, she still spoke up. Besides, for some reason no matter what Jack did, she didn’t find him repulsive. She felt he had a good heart, only that he was weird. As for why Jack followed them around, she felt it was because he actually felt closer to them than others in this class since Davies went to the same school with him and all. For Jack didn’t seem to have any friends.“Thank you,” Jack beamed hearing Kylie’s words. Then he turned to face Davies and said, much to the other boy’s annoyance, “At least one of you has some common sense.”Kylie had to hold Davies back. For the leaner boy was about to smash Jack’s head with a large Physiology Textbook. Jack with his back now facing them didn’t know that Kylie had saved him from a possible concussion.“Why are you taking his side?” Davies asked in anger. However the fact that he still whispered this showed that he hadn’t totally lost his head.“I am not taking his side. I am stopping you guys from bickering throughout the entire lecture. I don’t want what happened last week to happen again.” Kylie replied.“You are right,” Davies quickly turned docile when he recalled the events of the past week. He and Jack were going at each other’s throats much like there were doing right now. Unfortunately that day Kylie stayed out of it, and in the end the two were called out by Dr. Epstein who had grown sick of their noise. What was worse was that Kylie had been dragged into the entire thing although she wasn’t involved. The three had been forced to stand behind the entire class for the full lecture – which was three hours long! What made matters worse was that everyone seemed to enjoy that the smart ones in class were getting punished. Because although Jack seemed to be quite troublesome, he carried a very good brain.“We would talk more after class is over,” Kylie told Davies who nodded his head in agreement. With nothing else to distract her, Kylie could now focus on Professor Dewsbury’s lecture.“As we are well aware, it was Matthias Schleiden and Theodore Schwann, a botanist and a zoologist respectively, who came up with the following theories. Sir Schleiden postulated that plants were made up of cells, and Sir Schwann extended this to animals, stating that all animals were also made up of cells; now these discoveries were made in 1838 and 1839 respectively.”“Rudolf Virchow jumped onto the scene much later – almost about 19 to 20 years after the first postulation - to also add that all cells were made up of pre-existing cells. These discoveries formed the basis for the Cell Theory. Now that is just by the way. You studied this in your 2nd Year. Back to Archaea. I was saying that Archaea can be grouped into Methanogens and Extremophiles. Methanogens generate methane, hence their name, and Extremophiles can survive in harsh environments.”“Now who can give me examples of Extremophiles?” Professor Dewsbury had been speaking for almost thirty minutes, and now her throat was a little dry. Whiles waiting for an answer, she walked over to her desk and sipped some of her juice which lay next to a few neatly arranged notes of hers.“No one?” the professor asked, seeing that the students whom she happened to glance at where avoiding eye contact.“Kylie. You came late. This question is for you then.” Professor Dewsbury finally picked a person, much to Kylie’s dismay and everyone else’s relief. No one wanted to be made out as a fool in front of the entire class.“Well Professor, Pyrolobus fumarii and Thermus aquaticus, both of which are Thermophiles are examples of Extremophiles.” Kylie stuttered a bit due to the fear that gripped her. She really wasn’t comfortable in such situations. And that was why Professor Dewsbury kept calling her out. For the Professor knew what her favorite student’s chief issue was – confidence.“Yes child. And do speak up next time. There is nothing to be afraid of.” Professor Dewsbury flashed Kylie a lovely smile before returning to what she was teaching. Soon the Professor was going on about the similarities between Bacteria and Archaea, seeing that they both belong to the Domain Prokarya. The lecture was three hours long, but to most it felt like an entire day. Of course to students like Kylie and Davies who enjoyed science, time passed by too quickly.“That is all for today. Enjoy your weekend everyone.” Professor Dewsbury was a stickler for the rules, and once time was up she didn’t take up any second that wasn’t hers. The cheerful students were more than happy to hear that the class was over. And many escaped the lecture hall before the Professor could even return to her desk, as though the room was on fire.“What now?” Davies asked in an irritated manner when he saw Jack watching him and Kylie, seemingly waiting for them.“Nothing,” Jack shrugged, but remained seated. “You’re so annoying,” Davies grumbled. “Yep,” Jack snickered, much to Davies’ frustration. However, before Davies could trade words with Jack, a pleasing voice cut into the conversation. Unfortunately although pleasing, this wasn't a voice that was in any way welcome.“How dare you speak to Jack like he’s your equal?”Kylie had another dream. Well, at this point, she spent more time dreaming than she did staying awake; however, this dream was familiar. It was an image she had seen before and one that she did not miss. She did not think she would see this again, but here she was once again, her spirit stranded on this worn-down planet. The red sun in the sky bore down on her and transmitted great heat, for although this was a dream, Kylie could feel the burning fire of the sun. The Legacy candidate of the Lion King tribe tore her eyes away from the sun and cast her eyes to the only figure present on this planet. Unlike her meet dream of this place, there were no enemies today. And unlike the first time, the protagonist of this dream was staring at her.A figure that seemed familiar yet eerily unfamiliar. It was as though she was holding a dystopian mirror before herself, for the person Kylie was looking at was an alternate image of herself. Same face, same figure, same complexion, and the same heigh
“What...is...that?” Razor asked with widened eyes. His arms which held Philip trembled strongly as his transformed skin failed to cope with the scorching heat now present in the hall. Yet even though his fur sizzled and burned, Razor could feel nothing. All that went through his mind was the shock of seeing Kylie in this new form.“Did you know about this?” Jack turned to Davis and asked. “No. Of course not. This is my first time seeing something like this” Davies replied.Both men were stunned by what they were seeing. Jack was using his spear to absorb the heat that threatened to reduce him to ash, for his spear’s origin was related to a creature that loved flames. As for Davies, he was using Jack as a shield by standing as close to him as possible. His response to Jack was not marred with lies, for he indeed had no idea what was going on. He had never seen Kylie in this form before, neither had he seen her radiating so much fury. No...wait. He had seen her show this much anger be
“Those eyes that were formerly lost, are now filled with conviction. They have figured it out.” Bloodlust muttered to herself silently, the pretentious crazed look she had mustered fading into nothingness. Her eyes still held her rage and her quivering from the loss of her brother did not cease, but her hidden wisdom had been pushed to the surface. This change was easy to discern. After all, it was easy to tell when an opponent had suddenly turned cautious.“Don’t worry about her ability to regenerate!” Kylie screamed, not telling the others that Davies held the key to defeating this monster; such a decision would cost them their element of surprise.Unfortunately for Kylie, Bloodlust was keen and sharp. She was unlike her brother. The moment she saw Kylie and Davies exchanging looks and noticed that his demeanour had grown emboldened, she was confident that the two were plotting something. She didn’t know how they had communicated without saying a word, but she would be arrogant to d
Kylie frowned as she watched Bloodlust rapidly approaching. Razor was engaged with the Blood Daemon, keeping her at bay with his powerful blows and tearing her apart with the blades that adorned his arm. Unfortunately, his victim could be so careless with her actions and her attacks. Her swift attacks and careless nature made it difficult for Razor to be as brazen as he usually was, affecting his fighting style. Thankfully, Razor was not alone. Jack was there as well.As someone who had trained more as a marital artist than as a beastman, Jack was more suited to a battle like this. In a battle that required more caution than brazen obliteration of the enemy, Jack was a better fit. Phillip had also crawled out of the wall he had been struck into. While he was not as strong as Razor or as skilled as Jack, he too was used to a more reserved fighting style due to the fact that he had been fighting against opponents stronger than he was for the past few weeks of training prior to the missi
Dark Shadows’ eyes fluttered close as she embraced death. She didn’t think she would die like this but alas, when did she become the decider of her fate? Her greatest delusion had been to underestimate the beastmen because they were young. If she had taken them seriously from the start and actually drawn up a strategy to handle them, even if she had lost, she would have taken half of the team with her. It was unfortunate for the one who ruled these parts to come to this realization while standing on death’s door; however, her death was not filled with only regret.Yes, she had failed to lead properly and caused Slender and Muscles’ death by sending them after opponents who were much too ready for them. Yes, her foolishness and carelessness had led to the death of Breaker, meaning that even if she had survived, the Blood Daemon family would have killed her for her error. And yes, she had brought Bloodlust to tears and broken the spirit of the once reserved girl. These were all things s
For as long as she could remember, she and her brother had been together. From the moment of their birth to the time the family decided that they should go on their pilgrimage, they had been together. That was the life she had grown accustomed to. Her brother’s presence had become a part of her. He was an extension of her image, a mirror that reflected the part of herself that was always suppressed. Her strict nature and bridled character could be maintained because he was free for both of them. Hs carelessness and free spirit made up for her lack of either one thereof, making it easier to reach the level she had reached.Daemons were special. Each one was highly valued, and the Daemon families were powerful in their own right. Much like the Beastmen’s influential tribes, Daemons were the influential families of the Undead, and their elders came from these families. From Speed Daemons to Rage Daemons and Blood Daemons, Daemons were a force to be reckoned with; a force that not even th
“Sh*t” Dark Shadow could not help but swear when she saw Breaker’s head rolling helplessly across the floor.Her eyes flashed coldly as rage and fear overcame every fiber of her being. It was unusual for the two polar opposite emotions to share the same space, but that was exactly what was happening right now. Her eyes sought the figure of the assassin. She wanted to see the one who had been so brave as to venture into her den alone. After all, she didn’t believe that all the beastmen who had been sent this time were assassins. Yet she could not catch a glimpse of the assassin. She roared in rage as she stamped her foot onto the ground, but her rage would not last long. For in no time, a large figure broke through the door of the throne room, blowing it to smithereens, and barged inside with an insidious smile on his face. This person was a beastman covered in spikes. His shaggy mane was reflective of his clan and Dark Shadow knew immediately who was behind this.“The Lion King tribe!
Dark Shadow sat silently upon her throne. Her eyes gazed calmly upon the large chandelier hanging from the centre of the ceiling that had been unused since the time she started living here. After all, what need did an Undead have for light. Whether it was sunlight or artificial light, it did not have a place in their land.“It feels quiet without them here,” Dark Shadow muttered, sighing tiredly.“If Slender and Muscles heard you say this, they would be very pleased,” said an Undead who had just walked into the room.Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress.“Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”“Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Bloo
Psycho opened his eyes to the unfamiliar sight of daylight. He squinted naturally, as was expected for a creature more accustomed to the shadows and began to squirm uncomfortably. He wanted to get out of the light and into the darkness. His eyes rapidly sought for shade or shelter, anything that could grant him respite from the scorching heat of the sun that threatened to suck him dry.“Why am I here? And where is the captain?” Psycho wondered as his patched and cracked lips refused to part to even allow him to speak.He didn’t know why he couldn’t move as freely as he wanted, for his eyes were struggling to adapt to the piercing brightness of the sun. He could not see properly. His body just felt unusually heavy. Almost as though there was something keeping him bound. The last time he felt this way was right before he awakened as an Undead. For before he opened his eyes to this world that he knew, his body would not listen to him. Since then, he had clawed his way through the bittern