Chapter 13 - Protect Me
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His optics started clearing up, and he could see who the "angel" was. The green turquoise hair flew into the air, and his eyes burned with dim gold.

Darius Gomez pointed the gun at the center of Blake's forehead. Blake leaned backwards to process the multiple layers of disorientation and confusion he was put in.

"Why do you want to live?"

The question was emulated in his mind because he did not just understand it. Blake felt the air press on top of him like a pile of crushing bricks. However, inside him, he was aware of the answer. Blake grabbed the gun barrel with his right hand, forcefully pinning the metal object inwards on his forehead. The patient felt cold and sharp, but did not care. "Do it." He coughed, and his breathing was irregular. "Because a life like mine...doesn't mean anything to anyone." The mixture of tangerine and salmon mixed with ember was glowed up in the face of determination. Determination to die? Even he did not know.

The reason why he flew up to rescue the blue boy was unknown to Darius. Apart from hating to acknowledge the people of ranks lower than his, he never wanted to become a soldier. However, you could say that he was mesmerized by a few traits of a blue boy. The first is his courage. He was under the impression that all the Monos were cowardly and weak. Second was his eyes. There was something about his eyes, which shone bright and fulfilled hopelessness. Darius found something familiar in himself in those eyes which made him feel... empathetic. That feeling caught him off guard even though he knew the blue boy was far from special.


When he changed the direction of his gunpoint, he activated the emergency life net below Blake, just as he had intended. POOM! Blake fell on top of the cushion-like net without complications after it spoofed into the air. He faded out of consciousness briefly, trying to clear dizziness and pain desensitized by adrenaline. He then blinked again to reality, seeing Darius on top of him. Darius somehow crashed onto him when he fell onto the cushion.

He studied Blake for a moment with his eyes and then pushed him out of his way in a sense of disgust. "Get away from me, Mono." He dusted himself and stood up from him.

"Yeah." Blake replied, his voice still shaking.

At this distance, he heard someone yelling out his name. "Blakey!!" He immediately recognized the voice. Amber and Ima ran towards him. He was curious about how a little girl, like Ima, was able to pass through security. 

Amber's first instinct was to crouch and look at Blake with peculiarity. "Are you okay??" She asked with a worried and panicked expression on her face. Blake tried to get up, but pain shot up his arm and legs with an awareness. He shook it off and walked towards the Glitchers. Ima tried stopping him by hugging his knees, but he knew what to do. Snatching the pole from Amber's scabbard, he launched the pole like a missile into the air. BANG! The pole struck the Glitcher's head and knocked it to the ground. Nonetheless, this commodity seemed amiss. Having worked as an indentured worker, Blake was familiar with the sound of leather on skin, bullets in glass, skin on glass, metal on metal...

What he heard was undeniably the sound of..

 metal hitting plastic.

He pointed to the monsters and yelled with the last of his energy.

"ALL OF THIS" Blake felt his vision slowly fade into black. "was...a.. TEST..." 

Bam!

The blonde-haired woman that was "stabbed" by the Glitcher's metal projectiles sat up from the ground. "I don't get paid enough for this stupid acting job." She remarked exhaustively, looking at her broken glasses. Everyone observed the blonde hair woman get up from her assumed dead state. Instead of attempting to leave the premises, they started murmuring to themselves.

"Now it all makes fucking sense." Darius scoffed. He jumped from the ground and crashed into the Glitcher's plastic silhouettes. He activated his superpower, which was...

Pocket Dimension

Which explained how he was able to get his hands on these complicated weapons out of nowhere. The pocket dimension was neon green, opening a small portal in front of his view. Within milliseconds he was able to grab a boomerang and destroy three projectors at a time.
All the soldiers watched in awe because Darius Gomez was not only one of the most famous and wealthy teenagers in Terrenova City, he had the looks and the connections. 

The projectors created a holographic illusion that shot the soldiers with junk metal.

People started walking towards the scene, a fat small kid with spread out front teeth and dyed hair sprigged in to help. "FOOD BLAST!", they summoned food in the air, clogging the projectors with the swing of both hands. The kid was roughly thirteen years old and had colorful nail polish and makeup around their eyelids.

Darius loved showing people his absolute greatness. It was one of his hobbies to put on this show and play "hero".  He made sure to high five his fans and continued to destroy the projectors. "Haha!!" Darius arrogantly snickered to himself and stood next to where the fakes once were. "Last one!" He started running towards the last projector only to have the projector crushed before he was able to be close enough.

He slipped in sudden humiliation and embarrassment, flipping off the platform in a douche, and saving his ass by activating another life net with his gun. PSHOOOOOO....

Amber had her leg inside the projector ; unintentionally or intentionally wanting to ruin his petty performance. "Well done!" Amber clapped out loud in slow intervals. Darius scowled, hating the fact that a Tri reached it before he could. It was simply humiliating and he seriously did not like this pink girl. "Oh fuck you" He mumbled under his breath, putting his middle fingers at display. Amber did not catch the signal. She took out her leg and descended back to the ground then tripped face first. TSOP!  "Ouch..." 

The footsteps were getting louder. Tip....Tap.... People saw Grant walk in front of the crowd. 

"SILENCE, EVERYONE!" The murmurs, chants, and discussions ceased into utter quietude. 
His dissatisfactory and condescending expression felt normal, painted all over his face.

"This test is now over."