4th May 2154

6:30 Pm

As Darius and Mark leave Hugo’s house. Aariv states to Hugo

Hugo - You’ve made good friends out there.

Claire, feeling a sense of guilt for not being able to protect her brother, apologizes to Aariv.

Claire  - I'm sorry, Uncle Aariv. I should have been there to protect Hugo.

Aariv reassures Claire, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder,

Aariv - You did everything you could, Claire. Your presence alone means the world to Hugo. Just continue to stand by his side as you did today.

Meanwhile, as Darius steps into his own home, he is met with a scolding from his mother for returning home late. She admonishes him.

Mrs. Beckett - Darius, where have you been? You know it's not safe to stay out so late! Your father was worried sick about you!

Darius - It’s not like I want to come late but a situation aroused

Mrs. Beckett - What are you a busy manager?

Mr. Beckett - Don’t talk so aggressively to the boy dear. Atleast give him the chance to explain…. Now, Darius, what were you saying?

Darius explains everything to his family.

Mr. Beckett - I feel sorry for that boy. I hope he is okay.

Darius - He is fine Dad. We saved him.

Mr. Beckett - Darius, listen, there are external wounds that can be healed, but the internal scars take time and sometimes, don't even heal.

Mona - You shouldn’t break that guy's arm. 

Darius - He deserves it.

Mona - And what do you deserve for this Act?

Mr. Beckett - what are you saying mona.

Mona - How can you be so calm dad. He broke someone’s arm.

Mr. Beckett - Only to save someone.

Mona - Hurting someone is wrong. You teached us this.

Mr. Beckett - Sometimes there is no other choice than to hurt someone. But if it only exists.

Mona - there always exists another choice. I don’t want him to turn into a psycho-criminal.

Darius - What made you think so? Ha?

Mona - First of all don’t talk to me like that. Secondly, It's your isolating and bursting up behavior that made me think so. He is learning all this violent stuff from Mark.

Darius - Don’t say a word about Mark.

Sarah - Woah. Argument in 3D. A Classic-masterpiece.

The atmosphere of the room became tense. 

Mr. Beckett - Now, let's not begin a quarrel turned into an argument here. Now, to lighten the mood, I’ve got some good news for you kids. I got a transferred in Ardonia mining outpost

Darius - that’s amazing.

Sarah (Playing games) - Lame.

Mona - You are right but you should learn manners.

The Doors of the Beckett’s house were knocked by someone. 

Ms. Beckett - Who came this late.

Sarah (Looking at Darius, smiles) - Officers from Juvenile Detention.

Darius makes a shocked face.

11th March 2162

4:35 Pm

Liam stood outside the seemingly abandoned house, surrounded by an eerie silence. Determined to get answers, he knocked on the door, his voice echoing through the stillness. Liam called out, hoping to elicit a response

Liam - Hey! I know you're in there. I just wanna talk. You don’t need to get afraid. 

However, the quietude persisted, leaving his words hanging in the air.

Liam (mutters with a touch of frustration in his voice) - Ok

He raised his weapon, aiming it at the door. 

Liam - Don’t blame me for what's about to happen.

As Liam's finger tightened on the trigger, a sudden explosion of force erupted from within the house. A grenade, launched from a launcher concealed inside, rocketed toward Liam. The explosive projectile collided with him, propelling him backward with immense force.

Liam soared through the air, a mere puppet in the hands of the detonating grenade. The impact with the ground was jarring, creating a small crater beneath him. The explosion engulfed the area in a plume of smoke and debris.

From inside the house, the mysterious figure peered through the hole created by the blast. He observed the aftermath, smoke billowing out of the newly formed crater. The silence returned, broken only by the settling debris and Liam's labored breaths as he attempted to recover from the unexpected assault.

The drone hovered above Liam, capturing the aftermath of the explosive encounter. Through the comms, the operator's voice crackled, concern evident. 

Operator (male) - Liam, are you okay?

With blood trickling down his forehead, Liam groaned in response, his voice strained. 

Liam - I just need a minute.

The operator's command cut through the urgency, 

Operator - well you don’t have time to waste.

As Liam tried to regain his bearings, he spotted the figure responsible for the grenade attack. The man, now on a bike, was making a swift escape. 

Operator (urgency lacing his words) - He's running

Liam - Not on my watch.

Despite the pain and disorientation, Liam swiftly retrieved a Glock from his holster, determination etched on his face. He pressed the barrel against the underside of his jaw.

The man on the bike, oblivious to the unfolding drama behind him, continued to speed away. Suddenly, a thunderous noise resonated through the air, catching his attention. He glanced over his shoulder, only to be met with a blinding light that reflected off the visor of his helmet.

Undeterred, the mysterious figure revved the bike's engine, accelerating in an attempt to outpace the impending threat.

The man, determined to evade capture, navigated through the residential area, his focus solely on escaping. But just as he approached the edge of the neighborhood, an unexpected obstacle emerged, blocking his path with a daunting presence.

A mysterious black figure descended from above, landing with an eerie grace that commanded attention. Standing roughly three meters tall, the figure exuded an aura of menace, its form shrouded in darkness.Having a skull face, and bones protruded from its knuckles, lending an ominous air to its appearance. Sinister tendrils writhed and squirmed from its back, adding to the unsettling spectacle.

the black figure declared, its voice chillingly authoritative.

Black figure - Darius Becket, you are under arrest.