I Once Believed The Sun Was A Legend
I drop the bag instantly, unsheathing both my knives. I get ready for battle, with one hand at my side and the other one shakily poised in front of me. I can hear nothing but myself breathing. A few droplets of sweat slide down my forehead.
No. It can’t be. It’s a monster disguised as a human somehow.
It’s wearing a cloak, as the little light coming from the pod shows me. I can’t tell what color it is, but I can spot a few buttons where the collar should be. And the face seems like it has a mask on it.
Or maybe that’s just its face…
It starts approaching me.
“D-don’t get a-any closer! I-I’ll h-hurt you!” I protest, my voice trembling more than I thought it would do. But it continues its slow advance towards me.
“S-stop o-or else…”
It’s getting closer, too close.
I have no choice but defend myself.
I hesitantly aim a stab at the creature’s fa-
The knives aren’t in my hand anymore. They fly away behind me, disappearing into the dark.
I look back at the creature with wide eyes and, before I can react, it grabs me by the throat, lifting me up.
It has a human hand alright. It’s dry, thick, and cold. It squeezes my airway tight. I struggle, while trying to gasp for some air, kicking at the damn thing. I keep punching it’s arm, but with no use, not budging a bit.
My vision is starting to blur.
An idea suddenly comes to me.
I charge every ounce of electricity to it, with a loud clap that shakes the ground. I see blue lightening through whatever’s left of my vision.
I look down at the creature expectantly, my mouth trying to gulp down some oxygen. But it’s still holding me, unscathed.
“Weak!” It says with a deep monotone voice, before tossing me to the side.
My back hits the wall, what little air that’s left in my lungs gets knocked out of me. I fall to the ground. As the blood in my body starts moving again, I sit upright while holding my throat, wheezingly breathing in and out. I glance up at the creature…
Or perhaps it’s a person?
I mean, it’s extremely muscular and has a deep manly voice.
A man then?
I look up at him and, to my horror, I see orange sparks emitting from his right hand. His seamless black mask reflects the dancing light as he stares at it. I can’t see any sign of his entity mark though.
No wonder why my Sukira didn’t work against him. But I gave it all I had!
This is the first time I fight someone with the same Sukira as mine. I have no idea how to beat my own kind, especially a huge bulky man who already has a physical advantage.
He probably works for the monsters that live up here. Otherwise, why is he trying to kill me?
I gather what energy I have left and stand, getting ready for another round. I straighten up, my legs madly trembling, partly out of fear, I have to admit.
He looks back in my direction and turns off his sparks, closing his hand into a fist. I lean in for an attack.
I feel a searing pain on my left cheek. Before I realize it, he already squared a punch to my face. I stumble and fall to the side.
I’m already used to getting punched liked this.
This brings back memories of me being bullied. He has no idea what I’ve been through. I can still fight.
“Ughhh.” The man says in disgust, wiggling his right fist. “Don’t make me get dirty you piece of shit. I just want to talk kid, nothing more.”
That’s not how you approach someone you want to speak to. Why did he attack me then? That doesn’t make any sense. Although, come to think of it, he could’ve killed me by now if he wanted to.
Perhaps he wants to convince me to join their league.
I stand once again, my left cheek throbbing. My hands are on my side, ready for any attack, just in case. I glare at him without saying anything.
“I’m glad you understand kid.” He says. He rubs the back of his hood before continuing. “Umm. Well, what was I going to say…”
I wait for him to do his ‘talk’. But he isn’t in front of me anymore!
I am struck in the groin. I hug my abdomen, wanting to double over. But the man holds me back, pushing me against the wall.
“Do you have ANY idea what your doing, kid!?” He hisses in my ear. “Your RUINING what our fathers have done for us!”
What the hell is he talking about!?
Either way, I can’t understand what he’s saying. I want to throw up! I can feel whatever’s in my stomach getting ready to launch.
As if he knows what’s coming, he steps back, giving me enough space to fall on all fours.
This is refreshing, just like old times.
I wipe my mouth with my sleeve when I’m done.
“Huh?” I say without looking at him.
“Get up.” He orders.
I glance up at him before hesitantly obeying.
“Do you even know what I’m talking about?”
We look at each other for a moment. Silence.
I slightly shake my head.
“Haven’t your parents ever told you?”
I shake my head again.
And it’s just a parent, not parents. But he doesn’t need to know that.
I should be careful though. He’ll probably tell me that I am somehow part-monster.
“Damn it!” He shouts, his voice echoing off the tunnel walls.
“Well, you better listen, kid, because I’m only explaining once!”
He walks to the wall adjacent to me, putting his back against it. He’s engulfed by darkness. I can only see the outlines of his cloak.
“Well, about five centuries ago, our fathers were known for their Sukira.” He says in a flat tone. “They used to call them The Ultimates.”
I search my mind, trying to see if I’ve heard the name somewhere before. But I don’t recall anything.
“People took it too far though. They treated them like they were some sort of gods; from how much potential their power gave them.
“Our fathers didn’t like it. Not one bit. So they resulted to mind control, to make people forget about us. Haven‘t you ever wondered why people never heard of our Sukira?”
This is all too fast to comprehend.
I mean, of course I’ve thought of that, but I didn’t think it was a big deal.
Mind control though?
“It’s because we use this ability. Whenever someone witnesses our Sukira, we simply insert an electric pulse into his or her mind. Simply put, you can control people’s brains, as the name suggests.”
What? You can do that?
Seeing my confused expression, he explains further.
“Think about it kid, the brain works by sending electrical pulses to the muscles throughout the body. So haven’t you ever thought of putting your own electric pulse into someone’s brain? Inserting whatever order you want? Controlling them? But you can only do it by directly touching the person’s head, which is a dangerous process, as the brain is sensitive and can easily be damaged.”
He stops talking for a bit, and then continues.
“However, this doesn’t work on other folks with electric Sukiras. So it’s not like I can just control you mind.
“Anyhow, that’s not why I’m here. I came here to tell you to STOP showing people your Sukira. Unless you learn and master mind control, to make them forget that they ever saw your Sukira.”
Why does that even matter now? This man’s crazy.
“Then why did you just try to kill me!?” I say, frustrated. “And are you responsible for getting me off track with my team?”
Wait. Why am I having a mutual discussion with an enemy!? I shouldn’t believe a thing he’s saying.
“Are you seriously asking me that!? Because of YOU, you little, naïve, stupid, piece of shit, our legacy might come to an end!” He angrily responds. He sighs and continues. “Sorry, I just wanted to release my anger on SOMEONE. I was also testing your strength, which, to my disappointment, your pathetic. Anyways, don’t worry, I have some people that’ll take care of the damn mess you’ve made. And yes, I’m responsible for leading you off track. I have my connections.”
This angers me even further. But I know I can’t do anything to this guy.
He starts leaving.
“Wait I-“ I tentatively reach after him.
I still have questions.
Why does everyone end up dying here? How can I avoid death? And how are you here, still alive? Are there more people in this place?
And the list goes on…
But he cuts me off.
“Oh and also, some people will came and take you and your friends.” He says, without looking back. “People who know how to use mind control. It’ll just be one person who has our Sukira though, but no matter what, don’t trust them.”
I’m snapped back to my senses.
“And why the hell should I trust you!” I say, gritting my teeth.
“You have no other choice, kid. It’s up to you anyways.” He replies lazily, his back facing me.
“Then why are you telling me all this!?” I yell, disrupting him from leaving. “And who are you?”
He stops mid-step, almost swallowed by the darkness now.
“I told you kid, to warn you not to make your Sukira famous, unless under certain conditions. As for who I am… sometimes things better stay unknown, kid.” He says and points to his left. “This tunnel will lead you straight to your friends. Don’t take any turns. Quick, your friends are in danger.” He finishes then disappears from my sight.
I run back to where the pod is, tumbling on the bag. I grab it, unzip it, and pull out the flashlight. I turn it on and point it at the where the man is supposed to be. Only to find nothing.