"The lush planet"
A universe of galaxies, each with thousands upon thousands of stars. Among these, a planet called Turnsa, a lush planet in the solar system of Mutera-07a60. In the city Seipatu darkness fell. A storm nears and the gusting wind took its pace through the streets, as a dragging chain sounds. The dragging chain gets louder as the distance between two males gets closer.
A shadow stalker, humanlike being with small stumps growing from their head and populates the majority of the planet Turnsa. Generally of peaceful nature, born with an ability achieved only by the most willed or intellectual of their race. The male stalker stumbles backwards screaming, in an attempt to flee from terror that's facing him.
A single street light flashes revealing the stalker, legs wrapped in steel on the cold wet floor. A fire-like image burning in the eyes of the dark coated hunter, bearing what seemed to be a weapon on his right arm and the chain gripped tightly in his left.
"Ha..have mercy on me kishi!"
Kishi, a foreign race left homeless, as their planet seized to exist, accepted by the stalkers a long time ago to live amongst them on Turnsa. Being faithful to their traditions, the kishis were divided into their clans. Each clan had a unique symbol, and it was also tradition to paint this symbol onto the faces of the newborn babies by the eldest male in their clan. This symbol would then be carried for life by the Kishi.
The stalker quivering in fear trying to loosen himself from the chain. Clearly this kishi is too strong, pulling the stalker slightly closer. The rain starts to plummet to the ground and lightning lights up the sky. He then notices that the chain is fastened to a metal bracer around his leg. Knowing he has no way out, the stalker pleas yet again.
The kishi steps closer and aims his weapon at the stalker's torso. His eyes now locked on the hand bound weapon, as metal wings spread out to the side from the core. It seems to be some sort of crossbow. Suddenly a rattling sound caught his attention. It was a barrel located on the head of the weapon, rolling faster with each passing second. Fire jets out the backside of the wings. The stalker screams as he now recognized the weapon.
"Your one of the…"
Before the stalker could finish his sentence, nails fired in rapid succession pierced his torso and pinned him to the ground. The body now left shredded and torn. He retracts the wings and the weapons supernaturally take their original form, a silver bracelet around his wrist and the bracer around his leg. He turns his back on his brutality, as the rain pours, cleansing the sinful deed of the kishi.
Lightning lights up the sky once again as the storm doesn't seem to be subsiding. The kishi spots a girl standing in the rain, who witnessed the horrific event. The rain pours heavily as a slight pause causes tension to rise, staring into one another's eyes. The kishi reaches out as if wanting to stop her, but she rejects and runs away. He was left standing abandoned, as she fades in the distance.
He wants to follow her, but he can't. Not anymore. Not after everything that happened. In turmoil he stands and stares up into the heavens as the rain slowly settles. This was the only way…
A short period passes and the rain comes to a hold, he then feels the presence of a kishi, another trait of their race. He searches around and notices a person walking into a dark alley wearing a familiar red cloak, and follows shortly after. As he was walking he found the kishi leaning against the brick wall, relaxed with his hands stretched out behind his head. A male with long, dark hair, black leathered clothing, a red cloak and a grin on his face. He looks rather satisfied with what the kishi had done. He briefly looks at the one leaning against the wall, as if waiting to be acknowledged.
"Welcome back brother. I can't say I missed you, but then again, you are a great asset to my plan" the figure says grinningly. He approached the kishi, and as he nears he holds still on the males left suddenly getting very serious. The grin gone and the eyes focused he speaks: "I'm sure you know where your loyalty lies." A moment of silence occurs as it raises the anxiety between the two kishi's. "Isn't that right, Kurai…" The kishi just stood there in silence once again. The red caped kishi smiles and continues walking along the path, laughing as he disappears into the shadows. Kurai unnerved by his brother, decides to keep walking.
Glimmering street lights grows dim, as the thick mist makes its way across the road that stretches over the peak of the dent ahead. Lights of a few houses hides within the mist, only peeking out every few minutes. There is complete silence as the moon is shadowed by trees and soon Kurai is walking along the road with one thing stuck on his mind. The rejection of the devastated girl, the regret he had to burden. How could I do that to her, he thinks to himself, but what other choice did I have? Still, I wish it could've been different, I wish you didn't have to see. The battle within himself continues as he resumes walking through the mist.
Making his way over the peak he comes to realize he walked far into the thick mist. He can barely see a thing. An awkward feeling arises, as the kishi comes to a stop. Suspicious, the kishi slowly starts to look around. He spots quick movements in the mist. He wasn't alone. As he scans his surroundings carefully, his view gets locked on something disturbing. Two red eyes glowing in the mist, staring at him, not moving an inch. He came to the conclusion that it might be some creature, and decides to continue. Then another pair of eyes caught his attention.
Hastening his movement, he realizes it might not be just another creature. He has never before seen anything with eyes like that. Now running as more eyes appear, following his movement. He hears them trod after him and angst is now sinking in. He is running fast but the eyes keep up. They're fast. Suddenly a person is blocking his path. A large shadow with red eyes, bearing the intention to kill. These were no creatures. He braced himself for battle but soon was surrounded by 6 of these unknown species.
The large shadow dashes forward thrusting his fist towards the kishi's face. The kishi dodging barely as he moves to the right, shocked at the quickness and prowess his opponent possesses. Trying to retaliate, the kishi throws a flurry of jabs back at him, but to his surprise his opponent blocks and evades.
It had skill, which could rival that of a kishi warrior. Being dazed, his other opponents used this to their advantage. The kishi suddenly evades another shadow, dodging left and right as the punches keep coming. He then takes a few steps backwards trying to distance himself from the two beings. What are they? kurai ponders as he braces himself for the oncoming blows. Kurai parries as the two figures fling their fist in his direction, but an abrupt strike to the stomach leaves the kishi flinched, staring astonishingly at the child that delivered this powerful blow and a boot to the head from the large figure brings the kishi down.
Feeling the sharp pain to the head the kishi struggles lifting himself up, only for his attempts to be in vain as another boot to the face knocks him backwards. Lying on his back, he spots feet stomping down upon him. Rolling out of the way, he moves back into his battle stance and decided that this fight will need more than hand-to-hand combat skills. There's no more playing around, kurai angrily thinks to himself. The bracelet on his arm glows brightly as it supernaturally transforms into the weapons he held previously that night. He extends the metal wings and takes aim. The barrel starts to roll again and soon gets followed by rapid bursts of nails. His opponents now scattered in all directions within the mist, making it hard to hit. As the flurry of nails stops and his view clears, a hard knee gets driven into his face followed by a series of blows to the body and head. The staggered kishi stumbling as he was clearly caught off guard, tries to balance himself. To his surprise, the perpetrator was female, and her face was covered with blood. Then he noticed that all of them had blood on their faces. He has seen much blood in his life. He knew too well the face of dead brethren on the battlefield, but this was different. There were no wounds that bled; instead the blood came from their eyes. And it was flowing without stop.
"Surprised?" the male asks grinningly.
"Damn kishi filth!"
The kishi now stunned that a being looking like that had intelligence and seemed to be in full control of their mind. And why was he so angered towards him? The male signals his partners to attack together. A team consisting of: two females, a child and three males. The first of the females was quite tall, with long dark hair covering much of her face and had gloves with sharp nails extending from her finger tips. The second much shorter with short hair and weaponless. First of the males was very tall and large, as he was built of pure muscle and strength. The second male had long hair and a distinct smile that can't be forgotten. The child was short yet well built for his age as well. Last of the males seemed to be the leader, as he was the one doing most of the talking and issuing commands. The three males and the child were all without shirts, showing the cuts and scars on their bodies as if they were regularly in combat. As for the females, they weren't badly dressed, but blood stained their clothing. This was not good for the kishi. He could barely keep up with one or two of them. A whole team of these bleeding misfits will be too much.
The mist was to his disadvantage as his aim was disrupted. He needed to get away. His opponents still continues thrusting kicks and flurrying punches. The kishi evades the kick and blocks a few punches and as another kick came, he grabbed onto his chain, side stepping to his left and wrapping the male's leg with it. Trapped in an awkward position, the male stumbles forward as the kishi pulled him closer.
Then a stunned expression appears on the male's face. On the front of the kishi's weapon, just beneath the barrel, was a long bayonet protruding. Pierced, the male suffers and breathes his last breath when the barrel of the weapon starts rolling again. The kishi's weapon, pinned to the body of his opponent, is now firing bursts of nails. The fire jetting out of the wings again as the firing turns even more rapid shredding the body. The rattling sound silences and the kishi slide the torn body off his weapon and witnesses fear in their eyes.
"He killed him" the child says as they observe the corpse of their partner on the floor.
Deciding that this would be the perfect time to escape, the kishi starts to run. Angered at the sight of the torn up body, one female yells as it clearly was the body of the one she held dear.
"I'll kill you!"
His heartbeat now creating the soundtrack to the chase and his feet the rhythm that leads the track. Flowing around corners and over fences the kishi flees for his life, whilst his enemies were following fast, leaping from one rooftop to another. They could clearly see him but he struggled having any view in the thick mist. As a wooden fence approaches, one of the misfits breaks through and attacks head on. The kishi ducks and evades the attack, retaliating with a sweep knocking him off his feet. The rest soon closes the gap between them and their target. The kishi wasted valuable time now and tension rises as he tries to escape.
"We got you now Kishi!" one of the males yell as the rest of them grin, thinking the Kishi would be cornered.
A wall is now the obstacle in the kishi's way, the kishi aims ahead with his hand bound weapon. Nearing the wall, the kishi fires a very heavy metallic bolt from the bottom of his weapon, underneath the bayonet. The metallic bolt breaks through the wall, collapsing a whole section, making way for the kishi to run through.
The misfits surprised at the outcome, "What the hell was that!" the short female exclaimed as fear sinks in again. "Its just a fancy toy, nothing to be afraid of with the mist as our cover. Now lets get going!" The leader encourages them.
He runs as fast as his feet can carry him. He can't die tonight, he thinks to himself. A girl with soft purple hair appears in his thoughts, memories flash of her smiling, granting him hope. He has to make sure she'll be ok. The devastated girl in the rain comes to mind again. He burdens the regret once more.
I'm sorry, he thinks to himself. I wish it could be different…
Suddenly an arm extends in front of him and he gets knocked, flipping backwards, twirling in the air and crashing into the ground. This hard blow makes the kishi cough up blood. His body in agony. Finding himself surrounded, he can't see a way out. He, a kishi warrior, is now at their mercy. The large male brings down his boot on top of Kurai's head, stomping, as he enjoys the suffering he is putting the crushed kishi through.
"You're filth. All of you!" the large male exclaims.
"It was your war that made us who we are today!" the leading male adds, "We will have our revenge, no kishi nor stalker will be safe." The leader goes down on one knee, positioning himself over the kishi. "And you're the first!" the angered male reaches out and grabs hold of the kishi around the neck, pulling his lifeless body upwards.
As the being readied a final blow, a shadow appeared in the mist behind them. A pause occurs as the misfits turn their heads and stare into the mist. The shadow stands firm, and red eyes glow. They knew him very well.
"It's…" the child speaks before being interrupted…
"The Prince…" the long female exclaims.
The shadow fades in the mist.
"There's no time to waste, after him now!" he yells out loud as he sends the rest of them after the shadow.
"Seems your end will be delayed tonight…" he drops the kishi back onto the ground leaving him there to suffer, as he runs off as well.
He lies there, broken inside, powerless and unable to pick himself up. Is this how he will die? Is this how his last breath will be spent? He wants to see her; he just needs to see her one last time. The moment lasts a few seconds. As his eyes close slowly, he is left with one last thought.
Three specks form in the distance and grow bigger as they near. A female of his kind rush to the nearly lifeless body. "Kurai," she pleads with him kneeling down and speaking softly, "don't give up… please." She clears her eyes from the tears, knowing a kishi may not show any weakness. She orders her men to carry him, as they make their way out of Seipatu. As he was carried, the past few weeks came back to him. Back to the moment he first set sight on that beautiful girl, Hari-Shan...