Timmy's Arrest - 1774, SEPT 21st, Wednesday.
Timmy’s bomb rocketed high into the air on worldwide television. Only a second after it began to fall from it’s apex, the bomb exploded with cloud scattering force. The light that was emitted from this bomb was so bright it could only be compared to a supernova. Aside from Dreg, all others were forced to look away.
“Was that… a flash-bang?” One of the cops said.
“Flash-bang? Not dramatic enough!” The reporter thought, “I need views!”
“DID YOU SEE THAT!” The reporter shouted “THAT TERRORIST TRIED TO DESTROY CITY HALL WITH SUCH A TERRIFYING ATOMIC BOMB!”
Timmy was unaware of what the reporter was saying, his eyes were still glued to the sky in shock. He didn’t even notice when Dreg had instantaneously appeared before him. Dreg reached out to grab Timmy, but his hand was smacked out of the way by a cane. Slowly turning to face this new person, he was bonked in the face; Dreg was not amused. The owner of the cane was the old man from the clocktower. As Dreg removed the cane from his face, Timmy threw himself in between them both.
Timmy looked back at the old man behind him.
“WOT ARE YOU DOING?!! GET OUT OF HERE!”
The old man stared at Timmy confused. Before Timmy could say anything more, Dreg broke the femur of his intact leg in a single kick. He fell down screaming in agony. The cloaked girl slowly sat up, as she recovered from being trapped under that bomb.
“Dreg… That’s needlessly cruel.”
“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Timmy yelled. “LEAVE THE OLD MAN ALONE!”
Dreg folded his arms and looked down at Timmy. He was secretly impressed by this man’s ability to push past the pain, and focus on another, but he was too annoyed to let that affect him. Timmy struggled to get up, but couldn’t manage it. He fell forward, and the old man dropped his cane to catch him. Being helped up, he was forced to look at the old man. Timmy made a face of sorrow and regret. Then shock appeared on his face, slowly mixing in with confusion and despair. His eyes widened, before softening. Without a single change in expression, tears streamed down his face.
“I’m never going to see you again… am I?”
The old man grabbed Timmy tightly and pulled him in close. Timmy’s tears wouldn’t stop, and all he could do was stare forward. Dreg’s looming shadow cut this scene short, snapping Timmy back into reality. With a swift movement of his arm, Timmy gently pushed the old man away. Although he tried to hide it, Dreg saw the pill bottle being slipped into the old man’s shirt.
“All I wanted… was some medicine…” Timmy muttered, “He needed wot would keep him alive… Not wot’ll keep me safe.”
Dreg said nothing. Timmy paused.
If I surrender… will you leave him alone?”
The old man looked at Timmy in shock. Dreg looked down upon them both in a moment of silence. Then he scowled for a brief instant, before slightly looking to the side.
“Cross is only interested in Create Users…” Dreg said, “We hold no interest for a random old man.”
He would never admit it, but Dreg did feel some pity for this duo. With an expression of depressed acceptance, Timmy looked up towards the old man once more.
“I’m sorry…” He said “… I surrender.”
Dreg took out a cell phone and looked towards the sky.
“General Dreg speaking. Here’s my coordinates, send me a box.”
Somewhere in the world, on a small island surrounded by a stormy ocean, was a giant pillar that extended into the thunder filled clouds. Various giant chains, each link the size of a two-story house, were attached to this pillar and extended deep below the dark of the ocean. Standing before this ocean were two people who looked identical in all ways except for the color of their skin; one having dark blue skin and the other dark red. They both wore what appeared to be black grave keepers attire, both had a vertical third eye, both had a hat with a big Cross tombstone atop it, and behind the blue one was a large metal box that left a massive trail from pillar to the shore; due to being dragged.
“Hurry up, hurry up,” The red one smiled, “Medusa’s gonna have an emergency meeting for sure.”
“I can’t believe Dreg let that bomb go off on camera. How sloppy.” The blue one grinned, “The look on Medusa’s face is gonna be priceless.”
The red one took the box from the blue one, and with a quick toss of the arm, the box flew high into the sky and punched a hole in the clouds. Meanwhile, Dreg had just gotten off his phone and put it back into his pocket. About a good five seconds later, a meteoric object appeared from the clouds and Dreg caught it in one hand. It was the same box, still red hot from the atmospheric re-entry. In a manner of seconds, the box had cooled down to normal temperature. Without missing a beat, Dreg picked up Timmy, threw him inside, and sealed it shut; leaving only Timmy’s head exposed.
“This box is made of Drive Metal.” Dreg said “It’ll absorb all nearby Drive energy. Ergo, preventing you from using Create.”
The old man stood before the box and melancholically watched Timmy. Still wincing in pain, he looked down at the old man.
“No… I know that look… You are not coming with me.” Timmy said “I told you that I’d accept responsibility for my actions one day… well that day has come.”
Dreg picked up the box, not showing one bit of interest in the conversation Timmy was having.
“Besides, Cross doesn’t care about their Create Users living there.” Timmy said, “They only care about who they haven’t caught yet.”
Dreg stopped walking for a moment to give Timmy a bland stare, then continued to walk towards the cloaked girl.
“It’s much safer here, in the Humane World, than it is on the Create Continent.”
Pinching his brow, Dreg turned to the cloak girl who was standing up. As she did so, her torn cloak finally fell off.
“Are you ok?” Dreg asked.
Simultaneously, in another location, the blind girl in red was still sitting on a pile of mafia bodies. A tall woman, wearing a baseball hat and dressed like a sports referee, approached her. The blind girl jumped down with excitement.
“Who’re you?” She asked
The referee girl took the blind girls hands and held them in her own.
“Vida…” She said “About what happened… I wanted to let you know, I’m sorry.”
Vida tilted her head in confusion, then grinned.
“Lady, I don’t know what your talking about.” She said, “But if you’re strong…”
Vida took out her wheel. However, as soon as it was drawn, the referee woman vanished. Vida listened about closely, but she couldn’t hear anything… No footsteps, no breathing, not even a heartbeat. She couldn’t even sense her within her Drive-radar.
“A ghost?... Naaaaahhh. I be tripping.” Vida thought, “ Still… Shit was, strange…”
Vida sighed.
“Oh Alba… When will I find someone strong enough to kill me?”
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