After Shaun's death, everything came easy. Molecular Manipulation. It only sounded cool. Justin muttered inaudibly as he trudged down the street, lamenting the fact it was a good day, with good weather, and he was on a mission to slaughter a guy his age.
"You did a good job on Shaun." A monotonous voice(irritating, too) reached his ears. Turning round, he saw Farhan walking down the air-conditioned hallways of the Facility. He flinched as the casualties of the battle with Shaun's gang acted on his body.
"Thanks," said Justin, trying to inject as much venom as he could into that one syllable. Farhan gloated at every flaw he did not have, and that Justin had. He had a hundred powers at his... power.
Sure, they worked together. But just because one works with another, doesn't mean they got to be friends. Right?
As Farhan approached, he sent an envelope flying into Justin's hand. Justin caught it. Farhan walked on. Justin thought he saw a smirk on Farhan's lips when Justin flinched.
"You got your next mission." He walked on. At the last moment, he inclined his head backwards. Really slightly.
"Get well soon, buddy." Justin seethed.
And here he was. He beat Shaun, but Shaun beat him up quite badly too. His ribs were still healing. But, of course, things like that don't really matter. The job has to be done.
Justin jolted out of his reverie. Looking ahead, he saw a familiar face. A face to be targeted. A face he had to destroy.
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Ken's PointIt was a bad day. The weather was good, sure. But that's about all. He couldn't imagine how a flawless, Ken-supervised plan could ever go awry. Sure, it was Isaac. Sure, the fire they created was creating alot of smoke.
...But still.
He didn't invite Jian, cause Jian could burn the school down with a snap of his fingers. What more a few scraps of paper, right? Where would the fun go?
Suspension. What would his mom say? Plenty, he supposed. His dad would give him a clap on the back, and tell him he just did something manly and cool. His mom would intervene and tell him what "unruly, unsophisticated and rebellious" teenagers were these days.
He walked on til he reached Indera Subang. Not noticing the silhoutted guy behind him. Until he felt the tingle. That tingle which told him there was a power nearby. Something he could absorb.
Like a computer, he deduced that the power he sensed was telekinesis. It was Justin's power. Ken barely registered the shock.
The sound reached his ears before the impact.
"Jesus!"
He was blasted off his feet and thrown into the carpark before he could even curse properly. He slammed into a 4WD, sending the alarm off and knocking the breath out of him. Leaping up, he immediately looked for his enemy. He glanced at the car. This car's owner's not gonna be happy, thought Ken, observing the dent. A crunch made him turn back. A smirk touched Justin's lips.
"Hello, Ken." It sounded innocent. But there was a lamp post hanging in midair beside him.
"Hey there! Feeling bored?" Ken shouted. He was in the process of getting used to his absorbed power: telekinesis. "Killing off buddies as a hobby, aren't we?" A bit more, thought Ken frantically.
Surprisingly, Justin's face tightened up slightly. But only slightly. "Yep. And you're next on the list, Ken. You're the fourth kill I'll be making. Cause you mean so much to me," Justin replied non-chalantly. The sarcasm was evident.
"Fourth?" said Ken incredulously. "I was hoping I'd be your bestest of buddies, Jus. You know, you just broke my heart." I'm ready!
Justin's smile widened, becoming crooked in the process. "Your heart's not the only shattered thing you'll be having after this." And he casually flicked his finger. The battle began.
Ken leaped to the right to avoid the metal pole from bashing his face. Before it hit anything, Ken directed his hands at it at swung it at Justin's torso. It stopped inches away, as if a ward blocked it from going any further.
"Copycats don't win," said Justin in a sing-song way. His face contorted. Next moment, he slammed his fists into the ground, sending a huge force into the ground and pushing him into the air. Ken prepared to dodge, but he failed to notice the shockwave under him. He just managed to swing his hands under to block the impact. The forced jarred his arm badly.
He looked up just as Justin landed a painful blow on his face. He felt his nose break.
Staggering back, Ken got hit by dozens of objects, some which he barely managed to deflect.
"Take it easy, damnit!" snarled Ken, as he swerved to avoid a chunk of the road.
He jumped back, and curled into a ball, and Justin sent a pack of pure energy straight at Ken. Spreading his arms wide, Ken released a burst of force, pushing everything back. He wasted no time. Running at Justin, he feinted to the right, then swiped at Justin's abdomen. Justin growled and spat blood. Ken didn't relent. He continued landing blows on Justin, abetted with blasts of force emanating from his knuckles.
Finally, Justin seemed to give up. He stopped defending himself. As Ken slowed down to land a final blow, Justin suddenly moved and caught his fist under Ken's jaw. Groaning, Ken automatically covered his bloodied face.
Sensing an oppurtunity, Justin clenched his fist and had Ken in a vice grip. Ken retaliated by holding Justin's windpipe as well, unseen forces suffocating both throats. The pain was crazy. Ken's eyes watered. Red dots appeared in his vision as he struggled to get oxygen down his trachea. He was fighting. He was out of breath. This wasn't good.
They stared at each other, waiting for either to slump, out of breath. A vein throbbed on Ken's neck, as blood kept pumping slower... Slower...
The grip on Justin's neck loosened; Ken lowered his hands and went limp. He slipped in and out of consciousness as his lungs screamed for air. Swinging his arm, Justin sent Ken flying, hitting a pillar and cracking it. Ken closed his eyes, massaging his windpipe, taking in deep gasps of sweet, freash air. He heard footsteps closing in on him. Not gonna die, he thought.
"Weak. Dead weak, Ken." Ken couldn't respond. Justin raised his hand. Ken found his voice, although a bit raspy. "I guess I'm the last person you're gonna see."
"Isn't this a bit cliche?" whispered Ken. "Last words, stuff like that?"
Justin looked at Ken. He wasn't smiling anymore. In that milisecond, where everything seemed to stop, Ken caught a gleam in Justin's left eye. An emotion. Ken hardly believed himself, but he could've sworn it. Regret?
"Night, Ken." Justin brought his hand down, and was hit by a ball of fire right at his ribcage. He crashed into a nice looking Jaguar, sending bits and pieces flying in all directions. His jacket was burned under his arm. Snarling, he focused on the idiot who interrupted his otherwise easy fourth mission.
His arms were on fire, or so it seemed. They licked his flesh and skin, and although the newcomer went unharmed, Justin could feel the heat searing his face. He wore Ken's attire; short-sleeved white shirt and grey green pants. A scrawny, long-haired sixteen year old who had a long history with Justin. In his eyes was a mixture of loss, anger, and cruel delight upon finding a prey.
Jian took a step forward.
"Hey there."
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