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              Chapter two: Lower than gravity 
Quan walked with purpose, his only agenda was to get home and sleep until it was time to go back up to the club and get Kayla. It was early October the night breeze was brisk causing him to bring his arms closer to his body to stay warm, he should’ve worn a heavier jacket. He walked past various women who stood on the sidewalk offering their services, he continued on not even tempted. His mind was elsewhere. He was feeling less than a man by the minute. His thoughts from earlier plagued his mind, he could not take care of his family, it stressed him beyond reason. Kayla would always say that it didn’t matter as long as they were together as a family, he wondered if she would say that if he was the one doing things of a sexual nature to make ends meet. A woman stepped in front of him to ask if he’d like to party, a slang for sex. He kindly declined and moved around her but by doing so he bumped into someone else, that someone was a man who wasn’t in the mood for it. In fact there was never a time that he was. He stood much taller than Quan, his frame wider with more muscle mass. He wore a black sweat shirt and blue jeans that hung low off of his hip. Sadly he portrayed a stereotype living up to it well. 

“My bad.” Quan said only briefly looking up at the man. The man eyed Quan irritated, he had chosen his next victim.

“Yea it is nigga.” The man said offensively. Quan took note that the man had a beef with him but decided to keep on, he was used to this type of situation in The Bottoms. A life could be lost over a small matter of stepping on someone’s shoes, so was the sad state of affairs that took place here. Quan was better than that. The man watched Quan continue to walk off, he would have none of that. “Ay nigga, where you goin?” He said. Quan kept on walking, the man pulled out a gun from the pocket of his hoodie, Quan heard the gun cock, he turned raising his hands looking down confirming the weapon, it was not pointed at him yet which meant this situation could be talked out of. 

“Look man, I haven’t been out of prison long.” Quan said trying to diffuse the situation.

“I’ve been to prison too! Am I supposed to be scared of yo ass because of that?” He raised the gun tilting it sideways pointing it at Quan who started to feel nervous. 

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Quan protested. “I’m just saying that I’m not trying to find trouble!” 

“Too late for that, you found it!” The man said. From the shadows in the alley nearby a low guttural growl was heard by both men startling them. A pit bull emerged onto the sidewalk, it was thick and muscular, a dark tan with white on its chest was its color. It’s eyes were white. Quan backed up, the pit bull seemed more focused on the man rather than Quan, it’s eyes fixed on him which made him nervous. It continued to growl. 

“This yo dog man?” He asked Quan fidgety. Licking his lips he asked Quan again. “Ay, this yo dog?” His voice grew more apprehensive, Quan said nothing. The pit kept slowly making its way toward the man who finally could no longer bear it. He pointed the gun at the dog pulling the trigger, the bullet missed. Holding the gun with both hands he squeezed off four more bullets that hit the dog but it kept coming at him. The pit bulls eyes evoked a great fear in him, he took off running screaming obscenities while shooting behind him at the animal, the dog did not take up pursuit. Quan studied the pit and saw no visible bullet wounds or blood. 

“What the fuck…?” He said under his breath startled. The pit bull turned its attention to Quan. Quan scurried backwards keeping his eyes on the dog, while doing so he tripped and fell. His eyes locked onto the pits, he was mesmerized by the dogs eyes that seemed to light up, the eyes shot through him penetrating his soul. He stopped moving paralyzed by fear, the two stared at one another for a moment silently. Something in the dogs eyes calmed Quan, his fear left him then. The pit bull turned strolling back into the darkness of the alley. What just happened? What took place between the two? So many words unspoken, yet all was understood, but the moment still left questions. The loud vibrations of a radio from a car snapped Quan out of his trance followed by someone shouting crackhead and laughter as the vehicle drove by, he sat there still stunned trying to understand what had occurred between the pit bull and himself. The one thing that he could grasp the most was death, his death. The dog was warning him. Or was he? He started second guessing himself then stood up full of frustration. Who’s death was the dog confronting him about? The more Quan thought about it, the more vexed he became until he decided to get home and relax. Did anything even happen? Was his mind just that messed up stressed over not being able to take care of his family knowing that his girlfriend worked at the strip club to help make the money he could not? He screamed out beating his chest then dropped to his knees. What was happening to him? People walked down the street, cars drove on by, he did not care what any of then thought. He sat there until his mind was calm. He decided that the pit bull was real, but what transpired between did not. Standing up he took a deep breath and walked home. 

Walking up the stairs of the duplex he prepared himself, he did not want his Grandmother knowing that he was upset. He might’ve calmed some, but he was far from feeling alright. There was just too much going on in his life. Stopping at the front door he pulled out his keys.

“It’s unlocked.” Mama Bessie said from inside. Quan took a deep breath then opened the front door. He walked in closing the door behind him. Mama Bessie was sitting in a rocking chair by the window, the blinds were closed, Quan’s son Bo was sleeping against her peacefully. Quan quickly walked past his eyes looking to the ground, he tried to get to the hallway that went to his bedroom. 

“What are you doing boy?” She asked somewhat perturbed, Quan stopped but did not turn around. 

“I’m going to go lay down if that’s alright.” 

“Then take your child with you, being with his father will do you both some good.” Her voice was not loud, but it was firm. 

“Grandma, if you don’t mind I have a lot on my mind.” He kept his back turned to her. Rubbing Bo’s back gently she kept her eyes on Quan studying his body language, she was no fool. 

“Anyone living in The Bottoms has a lot on their mind. Let’s not get caught up in excuses as to why you can’t be a father right now. The way I see it, you done missed a few years of being daddy while you were locked up! Come get your son and take him back with you!” She made sure not to get loud as to not upset Bo who was still sleeping. Quan turned halfway but did not look at Mama Bessie, she saw that his eyes were bloodshot and watery. “You been drinking or smoking boy?” She asked.

“No…” he said before looking up at her. “Like I said Grandma, I’m just tired.”

“Tired of what? Be more specific.” She said softly. His eyes lowered again, his shoulders hunched showing the weight that was on his mind. “The Bottoms has a way of eating away at your soul if you’re not careful. I’ve watched loved ones be swallowed up by this place, all of them lost their souls. But I don’t want you to be taken by The Bottoms, too many loved ones it has already claimed.” She kept her eyes on Quan. Quan rubbed his face in frustration before speaking.

“And how the hell am I supposed to get out if I can’t even find a damn job?”

“Lower your voice, your son is sleeping. And watch your language boy, I will slap some sense in you in case you are loosing it!” Mama Bessie said, but her voice still was not raised, but it was firm. Quan sighed heavily, his eyes watering. Composing himself he placed one hand over his eyes rubbing them with his front finger and thumb. He made sure not to raise his voice.

“I’m losing Grandma, I don’t want this place to pull me down. I see how others have already been pulled down, and they will never come back up for air. They are drowning, dying a slow death. But I have so much going on up here.” He pointed to his head. “I have what you taught me battling with what I learned on the street. All my troubling thoughts are on the sideline edging the street side of me to just take over!”  

“And you’d be a fool to get back out there on them streets! Next time might not be jail time. Next time might be a gun to the head!” Her voice was with emotion, she broke her own rule raising her voice. Bo woke and started to crying softly, Quan looked down at his son. “Come get your boy, take him in the room, calm him down, get some rest. Work on clearing those street thoughts from your mind, for your family’s sake!” She rubbed Bo’s back softly he pressed his face against her breasts. She was a large woman, it was a feeling of security for the little boy. Almost instantly he silenced falling back to sleep. 

“It’s going to take a lot more to calm my mind, and I can’t sleep for too long. I have to go back to pick up Kayla!” He made sure to keep his voice lowered but he sounded broken. It tore Mama Bessie up inside to see the pain in his eyes, to hear it in his voice. But she could not show that she was so hurt, he needed to be strengthened; not be broken more than he already was. She fought it down, then smiled. 

“Come and get your son and stop feeling sorry for yourself! Be a damn man!” She woke Bo back up with her loud voice. Quan and Mama Bessie looked at one another, he saw in her eyes that she would not back down, he chose not to challenge. Lowering his head he walked over to his screaming son picking him up from Mama Bessie’s lap. He turned walking down the hall to his room where he walked into his room shutting the door behind him. Mama Bessie waited making sure she heard Quan lay down in the bed with Bo before she silently wept. 


                     Chapter One: Hardships

Unlike the other girls who danced on stage at Club Moonlight to the latest hip hop songs as they did the usual routines that all strippers did, Kayla chose a different type of music using a contradistinctive dance style that added to the mystique. The song was “Don’t explain” by Nina Simone. A smoky jazz tune that was too classy for for a club that one would think could not appreciate the delicate words, the silky voice that sang, and the beautiful cued instruments. That was contrary. In fact the change in music and dance was what made her so popular at Club Moonlight. The introduction of the piano continued followed by Nina Simone’s voice drawing in the crowd, Kayla stood there her back still to the audience who had moments before screamed and hollered sexual profanities at the previous stripper, the men seemed to lose all sense of their humanity before tossing money upon the stage. And now they fell silent, transfixed their eyes were on Kayla patiently waiting. There were no howls or yelling of sexual innuendos, the audience was tamed by her magic. Kayla always danced to the classic jazz masters, Kenny the manager of the club almost made the mistake of telling her that she could not do such a thing. Club Moonlight was best known for raunchy dancers who danced to suggestive rap songs that drove the audience mad causing them to toss away their money. Six months ago when Kayla auditioned for the club he was about to turn her down. She was pretty enough, but her choice of music was comical at best to him, it didn’t fit. He did not understand the old classical jazz that Kayla danced to, and he was about to cut the routine short until the owner of Club Moonlight, Black Pearl said otherwise. Black Pearl was transgender, no one in The Bottoms could peg her, and The Bottoms was the roughest ghetto in Junction City; but no thug or any man dared to question Black Pearl or her sexual identity. She was the driving force of The Bottoms. If it was illegal, she knew about it and controlled it. Kenny was no fool, he gave Kayla the job as Black Pearl kindly requested and the rest is history. In a world of unrest, Club Moonlight was the place where all could go to unwind. Criminal and honest citizen alike would rub elbows, even enemies who had beef would call truce inside the club; but that was due to Black Pearl making it so. Thirty seconds into the song Kayla began to sway bringing her arms around her curvaceous figure, loosely she held herself at the shoulders. Her head turned just slightly catching Quan who sat in the front, it was his first show and she had hoped and warned him not to come to Club Moonlight for fear he would become jealous seeing her on stage. And there he sat mesmerized along with everyone else, but unlike the rest his heart belonged to her, and hers to him. She closed her eyes not wanting to be distracted and allowed the music to take away again, her hands slid slowly down the outside of her shoulders to the arms tracing all the way down her hips stopping at the top of her buttocks. She wore a thin G string that showed how round the shape of her buttocks was, but with the blend of the music and the pure moment, all eyes were somehow fixed on her face. They all waited for her to move, to breath life into them for at least a moment. She was the Muse of The Bottoms, her fans were devoted, they had all come to the club for this moment when she would dance onstage. The song continued, she moved about slowly with such artistic grace. Not once did she ever touch the dance pole, instead she moved about gracefully sometimes even dipping low to the ground before rising back up without skipping a beat. This was also an all nude strip club, but she never went fully nude and not once was there ever a complaint. 

Quan watched his girlfriend not being able to look away. He thought for sure this place would somehow evoke anger from him. He saw how the men reached out to the dancer before Kayla calling out to her, wanting her to perform sexual acts on them as they tossed money at her. But once Kayla was introduced and she came on stage everyone quieted. There were no cat calls, or belittling sexual suggestions. Quan was glad. He listened to the song and felt it was Kayla singing it to him. They had struggled a few times when she felt he had cheated on her, but really he struggled. She knew him, she saw his silent war that he thought he kept to himself, she knew he jad cheated. She knew he was losing his war with society, she only wanted to uplift him. Kayla was no fool, she was not one to be toyed with or used, but there was something special between her and Quan. She did not see Quan’s indiscretions deliberate although it could be seen as such. Quan had only been out of prison for close to nine months. He was caught selling drugs at seventeen. Mayor Barnes was hard on inner city youths when it came to crime, it was ashamed that the same crimes committed in wealthy areas by youths did not receive equal punishment. Quan had been caught two other times, the three strikes law in Junction City was very explicit. Quan must be tried as an adult, and as he awaited trial he turned eighteen which then made it possible to try him as an adult, it was an open and shut case. He was thrown in prison until he turned twenty years old. He always had a good heart, but his surroundings always dictated bad outcomes. Quan and Kayla had a child together, their son Bo was born a few months into Quan’s sentence, Bo was a little over three years old now. Kayla and Quan had lived with his Grandma Bessie, she was truly a pillar to them both. Her wisdom was always inside his mind, the advice she gave, it was all there. But The Bottoms had a way of pulling you down even when you fought to make your way upward. The Bottoms was made up of black and Hispanic people, they all lived together without conflict until ones would choose sides in the drug wars, there was no legal way to make good money save for strip clubs and those were all over the place in the Bottoms. There was a total of eight strip clubs Moonlight was a step above them all being considered more classy, it was also more expensive to get into the club. Kayla decided to work at Club Moonlight when she lost her job at the corner store as a cashier. The owner of the store thought she was skimming from the register, but had he watched his wife closer he would have seen that it was she who was taking the money. Grandma Bessie’s retirement money helped, but Kayla wanted to do more. She refused to apply for welfare, she just didn’t want to do it, she was too proud. When Quan was released they both thought things were looking up, Quan applied for any job her could find, even jobs outside of The Bottoms. He went to department stores in Junction City, gas stations, warehouses, but because of his criminal record he never got a call back. The timing was bad. Kayla had lost her job as a cashier, and now Quan was back living with them. When Kayla first suggested that she be a dancer Quan was furious. He would not allow his woman to work at such places, The Down Low was notorious for strippers having sex with their clients, and so was Club Paradise. And even though Quan knew Kayla had been faithful to him during his prison term he was worried that the temptation of money would lure her into prostitution at one of the clubs. Club Moonlight was the only club where everyone knew the dancers would not have sex with the patrons, Black Pearl made this law. If one wanted sex Black Pearl had whore houses for such business, but Club Moonlight was for entertainment without the sexual intercourse and it was strictly enforced. A few girls that tried to have sex on the job for money were let go without question, sure they could go work at one of the other clubs; but at a drastic pay cut. So when Kayla told Quan that Club Moonlight was the place she wanted to dance he felt a little better about it, but the idea of other men looking at his woman and thinking sexual thoughts about her, it didn’t set well with him. But now sitting her seeing her dance, seeing the reaction of the crowd, he knew she had full control of what was going on. His mind trailed being pulled in by the songs words, he regretted his insecurities that caused him to cheat, Kayla was a good woman and deserved better than that. He promised to give her that. The song ended with Kayla cross legged on the ground her hands ending back in the same place they started up on the outside of her shoulders. Her arms were crossed, she started with her back turned to the crowd. She ended with facing them. When she opened her eyes she hadn’t realized that she had been crying. There was a black hat turned upright at the edge of the stage, men silently began walking up to it tossing money inside of it. Smiles of adoration as they passed her with their donations. It was then Quan felt jealous. Kenny walked up to the side of the stage.

“Private dance room three.” He said, she stood up nodding her head. Quan heard the managers request, he stood up walking over to where she was collecting the money from the hat. There were other smaller stages placed around the club, the hip hop music returned as the women leapt up on the smaller stages and caught the attention of the patrons who rushed to them. The quiet that was there as Kayla danced was now gone. The loud boisterous energy of the club returned. 

“Private dance?” Quan said raising his voice over the loud music. He reached out grabbing her wrist as she collected the last of her tips. She looked up at him with endearment. 

“Go home now.” She said. Quan looked down at her hand that was full of money. 

“Looks like you have enough, let’s both go home!” 

She jerked her wrist away from his grip. “If I decline this private dance it will look bad on me. Private dances pay really good, even better than what I just made!” She saw Kenny glaring, if she sat there arguing she knew that he would kick Quan out. 

“My girl ain’t going to be no man’s ho!” Quan protested. 

“And I’m not! Please…” She reached out touching the side of his face softly. “Go home. I’ll call you when I’m done, you can come back up and walk me home.” 

The two stared at one another briefly, words did not need be spoken. Kenny walked up, he eyed Quan. “Is there a problem?” He asked. Kayla shook her head.

“No, I’m headed back to room three as we speak.” She gave a concerned glance at Quan who was starting a staring contest with Kenny, what saved the moment was Red, Quan’s best friend. Red had light skin and red hair, it was a stark contrast to Quan’s darker skin. Back in the day in elementary the black kids called him yellow boy, Red which was the name his Grandmother gave him at birth was a nice change from yellow boy. No one believed that Red was his real name, but it finally stuck in middle school and high school. Red was always trying to fit in, his father was black, his mother Puerto Rican. He always complained to Quan how neither black or Puerto Ricans fully accepted him, but when it came time to claim one or the other both sides felt it was his responsibility to do so. All of those years trying to prove himself to both blacks and Puerto Ricans made him grow into a twenty year old man who was still trying to prove himself and fit in. He wanted to belong, but he always found negative ways to do so. He joined a violent gang that was mixed with black and Puerto Ricans, this only caused his police record to grow. The only thing positive to come out of his gang affiliation was that in a gang there was brotherhood by both groups of people, he belonged. But like most kids growing up in The Bottoms he grew up without his father. Quan’s father was killed, shot by police before he was even born after a failed robbery attempt at a gas station, his mother became addicted to crack cocaine. To help her habit she started prostitution at age 18. She was killed by a John for attempting to steal his wallet during sex. Devastated by the loss of her daughter and of her daughters life choices Grandma Bessie swore that Quan would grow up to do better, that he would leave The Bottoms and do great things. The ghetto however has a way of holding onto its inhabitants, or maybe the world outside had a better way of keeping people inside the ghetto. 

“Yo Kenny!” Red said with a smile extending his hand, Kenny knew Red, but really wanted to know his sister Anais better so he tolerated him. Kenny’s face lightened and the two slapped palms with a quick lock of the fingers before sliding the hand back. 

“How’s lovely Anais?” Kenny said trying to sound kind, something that he was not, and Red knew it but did not show that he did. There was no way he was going to hook Kenny up with his sister, but he allowed Kenny to think so. 

“She good man. But I’ll tell her you asked.” Red said with a wink. He quickly put his arm around Quan. “Let’s go brother, I have to talk to you.” He pulled Quan away, Kayla lipped thank you before walking off to the back of the stage, Red acknowledged with a quick nod but kept on moving. Quan was annoyed though, and he showed it to Red by slapping his arm off his shoulder. “Keep on walking nigga, I saved your ass back there. Kenny ain’t no joke!” Red retorted. Quan looked back at the stage seeing that Kayla had gone. He stormed off toward the exit frustrated, Red was walking quickly behind him. Once outside Quan kept walking quickly, Red was shouting behind him. Quan knew that Red was right, everyone was aware that Kenny was a seriously fucked up criminal, only Black Pearl was able to keep him in check. He calmed down slightly, but he was still agitated by his situation. Red caught up to him, Quan turn unloading his burden.

“I can’t find a good job, hell man; I can’t even find a job at all! What kind of man can’t take care of his family? My girl is a stripper bruh! She’s back there sitting on some niggas lap while he gets his fucking rocks off! You don’t see that as wrong?” 

Red looked at his best friends perplexed face, he saw the conflict. “I know man, but…” he stopped and looked around cautiously before continuing. “What if I told you I knew a way for us all to get the fuck out of The Bottoms for good! We can be sipping rum on a damn beach someplace!” 

Quan laughed darkly. “Your way always has some illegal path, I’m trying to stay clean! I already missed three years of my sons life, three years away from Kayla! That’s what got her working in that fucking place!” He pointed to Club Moonlight. “That’s all my fault bruh! I let Grandma Bessie down, I let them all down! Now look what I have to show for all of that!” 

“I get it, but even if you hadn’t gotten caught, where would you be now? Maybe dead?”

“So you taking credit for saving my life since I took the fall for you?”

“Come on man, that’s not fair. I didn’t ask you to.” Red was visibly upset, his guilt carried with him all of those years for Quan getting caught and not him. They both were out that night selling drugs, it was Red’s idea in the first place. He knew it was him who should’ve been in prison. He fought through iall of the guilt to speak and continue his thought. “Look I can’t take that back, but what I have going on up here.” He tapped his head with his index finger. “We could be set for life!” 

Quan stared at Red for a moment. “Nah man. I think I’ve crushed enough lives.” He turned walking away down the street heading home. 

I was always a fan of The Crow comics, and loved the first movie. The concept of an animal bringing back the dead. So I put an Urban spin on it, and changed the animal. This was actually a recent short dream I just had days ago. And I feel it’s ideas were influenced by The Crow. But such a odd dream I had to make this story. I will still continue with Eyahvah Shi Chronicles.

Pitt is about Quan, a guy who struggles with doing right, but not because he is wrong, more like because his environment is. It’s a trippy world set in the fictional place call Junction City in the ghetto called The Bottoms. A pitbull gives him the power to get revenge and protect his family, but at a cost. But Quan’s eyes are opened to so much more around him that he did not see before.


American Warrior gave a brief look at Kinetic Balance and Fusion, Fusion was still monologging . “Now be honest, on a scale of one to ten how much did that punch hurt you?” Horacio said with a grin.

“Zero…” American Warrior said. “You caught me off guard is all.” His face was serious and determined. 

Horacio took a moment to digest what American Warrior said before speaking again. “Well I’ve got something that will hurt…”

American Warrior bolted at Horacio and without warning striking his with great force, Horacio was too focused on talking when it happened. He was sent backwards, then flipped landing on his feet, American Warrior was already on him striking with incredible speed. Horacio brought his arms up for protection absorbing the punches.

-Sir it’s not recommended to continue taking blows from a class 100, his power levels are rising, if he reaches 100….- The operator said in Horacio’s communicator.

“I know this already.” Horacio responded. He stopped blocking and started dodging American Warriors strikes with incredible speed. His cybernetics matching elite humanite speed, but for how long? Horacio got his answer from the operator.

-Sir you will have to slow so as to not wear down your cybernetics too quickly. They were made to pace not over work-

Horacio had built in P.D.A. scans in his eyes, he looked American Warrior over. “Hmm he’s at a steady 50 percent across the board on all categories.” Horacio thought. It was time to push his levels up to 80 and finish this. He felt his body energize as American Warrior threw another punch at him. Horacio smiled catching the fist in his palm. While Horacio twisted American Warriors wrist he saw him grimace in pain, Horacio then struck him square in the stomach several times violently while laughing cynically like a mad man.

 American Warrior broke free of Horacio’s grip leaping high into the air, his training and focus pushing away the pain he felt and the damage inflicted. Horacio looked up as American Warrior leapt away from him. “Oh no you don’t.” Horacio told himself, he knew American Warrior was trying to recover. Leaping after him Horacio reached out grabbing American Warrior by the ankle. That was a mistake, it was what American Warrior wanted him to do. Horacio was now wide open and over extended. American Warrior now surged to full class 100 in speed and strength reigning down a hail of hammer strikes on Horacio’s face cracking his jaw and caving in his cheek bone. His arrogance had gotten the better of him and he knew it. 

-Massive damage inflicted in the jaw, and facial areas sir!- The operator reported. 

“Oh just shut up!” Horacio yelled out. He pushed away from American Warrior creating distance between them. He saw that American Warrior increased his power, but Horacio had a secret weapon, it was time to use it. His hands sizzled with electrical power, electric jolts on a massive scale was the only known weakness of an elite humanite and Horacio was about to test his newest weapon. He rose his power level to 100 channeling it all into his electro shock ability. Small arcs of electrical current danced around Horacio’s hands before bluish white energy shot from both hands in rapid succession at American Warrior, who began dodging the bolts of energy knowing full well what Horacio was attempting to do. Horacio screamed out in frustration with every miss. He switched to a more sure plan. His whole body crackled with electrical power, he chambered his arms at his side with hands balled into fists before he sent out a massive wave of energy that shot out in a circle all around him pushing outward at incredible speeds. “Dodge this Warrior!” Horacio yelled in in a crazed fashion, his eyes were maniacal watching the electrical wave spread outward and toward American Warrior who hovered above him. American Warrior had not fully recouped thus was not able to escape as quickly as he wanted to. Bringing his arms in front of him defensively he braced as the wave hit him. The wave sent a powerful shock through his body, the pain was unbearable. He fought down the urge to scream but could not as he cried out in pain. His muscles locked up, his guard lowered, his body went stiff, Horacio saw his moment. 

Leaping toward American Warrior Horacio’s fists charged with deadly electrical force. He began striking American Warrior and with each painful strike of his electro fists he saw American Warriors power levels decrease by a few points. He smiled and almost screamed with joy, his heart filled with prospects of victory. The levels continued to drop from 100 to 94, then to 90, American Warrior pushed away from Horacio, Horacio stayed glued to him being relentless never letting up his deadly barrage. American Warriors power levels had been brought down to the 40’s this had to stop. Looking over he saw Kinetic Balance and Fusion locked in battle. 

Flying directly at Fusion, American Warrior saw Horacio take up pursuit. He slowed his speed just enough saving his energy. Just as Horacio channeled for a kill blow he moved, Horacio’s fist struck Fusion in the face. His fist started to melt. Fusion looked at Horacio, anger in his eyes Horacio knew his melted fist was the least of his problems. 

“Now hold on…” Horacio said, but it was too late.

Fusion quickly reached out grabbing Horacio’s face which caught fire. Horacio’s body was instantly engulfed in flame and incredible heat. Desperately kicking off of Fusion Horacio fell backwards to the ground.

-Sir massive damage had been inflicted, cybernetic shut down will happen in two minutes ten seconds!- The operator said desperately.

His face and body disfigured, his body badly damaged and melted, his strength sapped from using all of his power against American Warrior, Horacio Griffin weakly spoke to the operator. “I give you manual over ride, get me out of here…” He was barely able to say. His mouth was half melted and he spoke with a heavy impediment. 

-Null generators at max, it might deplete your energy completely but you will escape.- The operator said, and with that Horacio’s body which was no longer under his control lifted into the air. Several Shadow Core war ships uncloaked unloading a hail of fire down upon Kinetic Balance, American Warrior, and Fusion. The idea was never to do damage, it was just a distraction as Horacio’s deformed melted frame quickly took flight. American Warrior was too weak to take up pursuit, he had to regain his strength. 

“You lucky bastard…” American Warrior grunted under his breath as he watched Horacio fly away barely conscious. He then turned looking at Fusion, this was far from over. 

It was time to dig deep…

The heat was intense. Smoke and fire intertwined rising into the early afternoon sky. Burning flesh and corpses littered the ground. Anything that could burn was. All buildings in a five mile radius were either burning or burned down. Fusion stood in the middle of all the destruction that he had caused. No human voice interrupted his peace for they had all been silenced. Closing his eyes for a moment he absorbed this time. It must be this way all the time and he would make it so. The world would be cleansed of them all, he would know true peace, but only once they were all gone.

An MOC10 uncloaked near Fusion, he felt it because he heard it uncloak. He even flinched a moment being disturbed by the subtle sound it made. He kept his eyes closed trying to hold onto his moment of peace.

-They are near- Horacio’s voice said echoing from the small metalic orb. Fusion grinded his teeth slowly, his anger building. Sending out a heat wave it caused the MOC10 to explode with a smile from Fusion on his little victory then he heard two sonic booms and opened his eyes looking up in the sky. It was Kinetic Balance, and American Warrior flying toward him. Let them come, let them die he said to himself. 

Kinetic Balance picked up speed toward Fusion striking him so hard that the bluish hue that was usually his skin flickered showing his original skin in various areas of his body. Fusion was knocked back being hurled half a mile away. He fell to the ground kicking up ash before taking a knee. He was out of breath, he felt pain. Looking at his hand he saw the color of human flesh not blue he was astonished by this. Then it faded going back to blue and hot to the touch. He looked up seeing Kinetic Balance floating toward him. This was the one Horacio had warned him about.

He slowly stood getting his breath back.

“You have brought pain, true pain can only bring an end. Maybe you can bring me peace soldier of The Eye.” Fusion said calmly to Kinetic Balance.

“I am no soldier, I’m Kinetic Balance, the one that’s going to bring you down!”

American Warrior flew low to the ground landing beside Kinetic Balance.

“So that is the name you wish to be called.” Fusion held a moment in reflection, then his eyes reflected a new thought; a resolution. “Well Kinetic Balance. Be my vindicator! Do the one thing that all others have failed to do! Send me to paradise! End my life so that I may find peace!” Fusion lowered his arms to his side. Kinetic Balance took a quick glance at American Warrior.

“Is this sicko for real?” Kinetic Balance asked. American Warrior shrugged his shoulders.

“As sick as they come, so I’d say yes. So give him what he wants. Send him to hell.”

Kinetic Balance looked back at Fusion. American Warrior was right, Fusion had killed so many innocents all the way to The President Of The United States. So many lives taken by this mad man. It was time to end him. Kinetic Balance took one step breaking the sound barrier. Barely in the blink of an eye he was upon Fusion unloading hundreds of punches in seconds. Fusion was jerked left to right from the impact of Kinetic Balances powerful strikes. The punches were relentless. Kinetic Balance then threw a downward hook striking Fusion across the face, he put all of his might behind it. It would be the game ender.

Fusion was struck so hard his body went straight down face first into the concrete. Impact waves rippled outward his body lodged into the ground. The blue skin left again replaced by human skin. The heat that would continually emit from him dissipated. American Warrior stared in disbelief, was the mutate finally dead?


Fusion slowly stirred before his arms raised. Pushing himself up he came to one knee. Bringing  up his hand he stared at the flesh of his palm, he had not seen it since before he became a mutate. His eyes were light brown, not glowing red. Touching his face his closed his eyes being overwhelmed with emotion. A tear flowed down his face. He was human again. He quickly opened his eyes feeling the energy within build and surge outward. In the blink of an eye the heat within him ignited quickly changing his skin back to blue, a heat wave blasted from his body pushing Kinetic Balance back slightly. Still looking at his hand Fusion balled it into a fist then stood, he was an abomination again. This was a cruel joke to let him feel human if only for a moment, then to steal it away. This enraged Fusion.

“You failed. You are just as weak as any other.” Fusion said angrily. Kinetic Balance looked on in disbelief. It was fortunate that he wore a helmet that covered his expression. “The power I possess is limitless. There is nothing that can shut it down. It is a sickness inside me that steals my humanity. And if I can no longer be human, then there can no longer BE humans.”

American Warrior felt it was time to help Kinetic Balance, he gave him the shot he asked for and it didn’t work. It would take both of them to try and bring fusion down.


The sound echoed as American Warrior was struck across the side of his face. He staggered falling to the ground cursing himself for not keeping his guard up. He caught his balance coming back to his feet seeing Horacio Griffin standing there. He was thrown off by the fact that Horacio wore a suit, and by how much force was behind Horacio’s punch.

“I got bored watching, and since my enhancements were made to go toe to toe with American Warrior, well here I am.” Horacio said arrogantly. Raising his arm he motioned with his hand for American Warrior to attack him. 



Kale decided to sleep in today, she wasn’t feeling up to facing the world. But then again that was every day. After the violent death of her mother life seemed to loose all of its color. She had no one in her life to tell her that she was worth anything, her mother always did that. This way that she felt, it could be blamed on how her mother brought her up. Her mother to be sure had a hard life, she was one of the 42 that escaped Griffin Core to start over. Starting over was a hard thing to do seeing as how they all had lives before they agreed to become test subjects for Griffin Cores golden elxir. But it was agreed by them all that going back to those lives would put loved ones in danger while other loved ones may not be too accepting of what the 42 had become. 

Her mother was a humanite, and once some of them turned to a life of crime it became known that the humanites existed. Something Griffin Core did not want. But then Griffin Core was shut down by the Army, replaced by a new organization called The Eye. The agenda of The Eye was the same as Griffin Core, retrieve all escaped subjects bringing them back into their custody. The 42 were all hunted the more powerful humanites had no problem staying off the radar, and even if found had enough power to take down The Eyes soldiers. Lisa Limmerick was an average humanite. She had enough strength to fight them, but her skin was not as tough as others being only a class 10. She was a class 10 across the board. Which made it easier for The Eye to find her. She did well for a time, it wasn’t until  Kale was fourteen that they came.

Kale recalled it as if it were just yesterday. There was a knock at the door and her mother answered it. Kale was upstairs in her room and heard arguing and yelling so she came to the edge of the stairs where she could see the front door below. Her mother was told that she must surrender peacefully, and that she and her daughter would be well taken care of. Her mother yelled “Like you took care of me before? Rotting in that damn holding cell? No thanks!” 

That’s when her mother punched the soldier in the chest killing him. The other soldier raised his gun but Lisa was too fast. She reached out grabbing his wrist and with a quick twist breaking it. The soldier screamed out in pain. That’s when she punched him in the face, he went flying backwards out of view of Kale. Lisa looked up at Kale with fear in her eyes. “I love you!” She cried out just as her body was hit with an electric charge followed by bullets that seemed to continue for close to 30 seconds. 

Lisa shook violently from the impact of all the bullets screaming out in pain. A humanites skin was resistant to bullets, but lower level humanites could still be killed with them. The biggest weakness of a humanite was electric shock. So to easier kill a humanite it was theorized that you must first shock them to weaken then shoot to kill. Kale cried out to her mother as she watched Lisa fall to the ground. Kale leapt effortlessly to the bottom of the stairs and kneeled beside her mother. Blood was seeping from every part of Lisa’s body. She was dead, Kale knew it. Looking out holding her mothers head on her lap she saw more soldiers. Tears streamed down Kales face. 

“You killed her! You killed my mom!” She yelled with rage. Her eyes flickered white, eventually going from green to all white. She was angry now, and she wanted to kill the ones who killed her mother. The soldiers were not aware that Kale was not a level 10 like her mother. She carried a greater power, and she was about to unleash that power on them.