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by Rivin
Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Action/Adventure · #2173625
The 1st chapter in the Terror-verse. Leave some feedback if you like, and I'll get better!

Chapter 2


"Don't get a goddamn concussion right now!" A dark haired girl screamed next to my ear as I snapped my eyes open, feeling extremely doozy after what just happened. Speaking of...

"Hey! What did I just say?" She snapped, at the exact same time a tiny ball the size of a gold ball sailed through the air and landed before us with a sounding thunk. She dropped whatever temper she was having, and I stopped stumbling around to stare at the small ball in confusion. This looks very familiar. Very, very familiar, but I just couldn't place what it is or what it did. Then I heard a whirring sound.

That did it for me.

"Ah, I see. This is a miniature grenade." I muttered out loud to no one in particular, before Samantha rammed into my body from the side and knocked me flat to the floor ungracefully. I laid there for a split second, clutching my shoulder and popping it, because I was sure as hell something went snap back there. I scowled at Samantha next to me, who was also laying on the floor, clutching two pistols in her crossed arms. "What was that for?" I said, still partly unconscious and not aware of the situation around me.

"What do you mean 'What was that for'? It's a grenade!" She hissed as the tiny grenade exploded, and a blue wave of energy went spiralling away towards us. My eyes sparkled at the sight of the beautiful colours, but Samantha was having none of that. She clearly recognized the energy, because the first thing she did was uncross her arms and threw the pistol in front of her, then yank the glasses off and threw it as well. This all happened within a second, and I briefly wondered how she did all that.

Oh right. Her ability was enhanced reaction time. She could do all that. Bits and pieces of memories were starting to come back to me, though I was still mildly perturbed that we were in some sort of battlefield. The blue energy wave crashed into us, then simply bounced off harmlessly, ricocheting into the opposite wall. This happened several times rapidly, and I took the small time that I had to study my surroundings.

We weren't in an open environment, but rather in a fairly large room decorated with only white lights that shone from the ceiling and dent-covered pieces of metal that stood up vertically from the ground, serving as good cover from fire. Apart from that, there wasn't much that I could make out from this room, other than the fact that it felt very enclosed. Maybe we were underground? And how did I get here?

I pulled myself to my feet and tripped my way to the nearest metal cover as purple beams of energy obliterated the floor that I laid on just moments ago, searing the metal floor charcoal black. Like everything else, the coloured energy seem very familiar. Couldn't I do something like that too? I frowned and held my hand out in front, and from the back of my hips, a small purple tinted handle slammed into my open palm. I watched with pure fascination as the handle popped open, and converted itself into a pistol of sorts.

The pistol was also purple tinted, the barrel smooth and etched with a symbol. There didn't seem to be a hammer or slide to pull back on, but a single trigger to fire from. I turned it upside down and checked the bottom, only to find it also held no space for a magazine. But I knew all this. Why was I checking this again?

Energy shots pelted the back of my cover, and I suddenly remembered what we had been doing.

"I remember! This is a training exercise!" I yelled excitedly over to Samantha, who was returning fire towards our unknown enemies on the other side of the room, also hidden behind metal covers of their own. She looked over at me quizzically, shaking her head. I frowned again. "No? Then what is this?" I said, suddenly very worried about my current predicament.

"No, idiot, this is a training exercise, just snap out of your damn concussion and help me!" She screamed just before another grenade rolled by her feet, then exploded promptly. Smoke and sparks billowed out and flew everywhere, covering the entirety of Samantha with a haze of purple. I heard her coughing intensely from within, and knew she was trying her hardest to not inhale the sleeping gas. That took us both by surprise, and I heard movement coming in from behind my cover.

They were advancing.

But I could also help Samantha.

I dove across the gap between our covers, feeling purple energy shots passing by me, and leapt into the cloud of gas. I clamped my mouth shut, forcing myself not to breath as I sprinted towards Samantha, her figure stumbling in the haze. I reached out to touch her shoulder with my hand, and she turned her pistols on me aggressively, pointing it at my head and abdomen. I calmly set my other hand on one of the barrels and pushed it down, and pushed my healing into Samantha with the other.

She blinked once, then twice, and took in a deep breathe. When it became clear she didn't feel drowsy anymore, she looked at me with squinted eyes and nodded once. I didn't get the chance to return the favour before she grabbed me by the shoulders, and turned me around while holding me by the throat, pointing her spare gun at someone beyond the mist. As the gas began to disperse, two figures became visible to me. One man, and a woman. I knew them as Daniel and Rose, our respective guardians.

And they both had guns in hand.

Now, why would our guardians be trying to kill us?

"Because this is a training exercise!" I pounded my fist into my open palm, and Rose frowned worriedly with her guns raised and aimed at me. She glanced over at Daniel, who shrugged nonchalantly. "Concussion. Happens sometimes." He replied, not breaking his glare at Samantha.

"You know, he is your teammate and you shouldn't be holding your teammates hostage. You should be trying to work with-"

"He's my teammate, no one tells me how to work with him!" Samantha shot back, and I could feel her getting tense behind me. I raised an amused eyebrows at my guardians, who both sighed simultaneously, either at my deranged ramblings, or at Samantha's inability to stop being snappy.

"Uh huh. But have you wondered that having a teammate is almost always better than not having one?"

"This is the case where your 'almost' comes in. Look at him! He's still muttering to himself about grenades and light!" Samantha complained. Daniel tilted his head curiously, and I could see his pistol lowering slightly. Seeing her teammate hesitating, Rose also began to frown. And in that single moment of hesitation, Samantha saw an opportunity.

She went for it.

An energy shot knocked Rose to the floor, the force strong enough for me to hear the metal floor cracking. Samantha turned the gun towards the older and faster Daniel, who twisted his body to the right and lifted his gun at me, his icy cold eyes locked onto mines.

"Ah. Of course I'm stuck in the middle of this standoff." I groaned with annoyance, before I rammed my left elbow into the stomach of Samantha, who did not see it coming at all. She gasped and released her death hold on me, stumbled backwards while Daniel fired on me. There was no time to jump back, so I started pushing healing energy into my chest before the shots even hit. The warm flow of the energy in my body always managed to soothe me, and it didn't fail me now. I tried to take a deep breath, bracing myself for the intense pain I was about to feel.

I regret trying to breathe in as the triple barrage of purple energy hammered into my arm and chest, the knockback making me double over winded, but I stood my ground and stomped the ground behind me with my leg to keep my balance. I exhaled quickly, and smiled as I realized the pre-emptive healing probably was the only thing keeping me standing. I propelled myself forward with my back leg, using it as a booster, and dragged my left fist behind my shoulders without thinking about it too much. Thinking hurts a hell lot right now.

Although it might be worth the pain if I could have avoided what came next. As my fist swung my Daniel's face, he sidestepped and pushed me with an open palm, causing me to tumble on the floor once again.

"Ok, we are done." Daniel announced for everyone to hear. "Samantha, help Rose reset the training grounds. Rivin, go up and get some sleep. You'll feel better.' Everyone got off the ground, then went off to do their duties. Rose, who looked utterly fine despite taking a full energy shot to the chest, went off to the side of the training ground, with Samantha following suit. Sometimes I forget that the Raixiens had armour powerful enough to nullify the damage of a gunshot.

Of course, I didn't have one. Only the guardians have them, and there are only two left in this entire universe. And both of them are right here.

I heard Samantha mutter something about unfairness and concussions, before Rose shook her head and dragged her ward away from us. Daniel pointed a finger up, and I nodded tiredly. Maybe I should go get some sleep. After all, I hadn't been sleeping well since... ever. Not once in my fifteen years of life had I ever gotten a good night's rest, always ending with me awake until after midnight, when I would simply collapse from exhaustion. We never figured out what it was that kept me up, not even after consulting a good variety of doctors and seeking out professional help.

Not that they could've helped me much anyways. The Raixien and Human genes were much, much different. We couldn't risk any of the more curious doctors doing a full body check-up, then realize that our body functions differently than theirs. And by different, I don't mean something as simple as a defect gene or a malfunctioning limb.

Because we Raixiens have what Humans here call 'Powers', even though Daniel and Rose has never used those words ever. To them, we were all superhuman, when on Raixien, we would just be like everyone else.

We called our abilities 'Rengars', meaning 'Gifts' in Raixien tongue. We each came with different gifts, and that gift would have determined our role in the Raixien society before we were even born.

Of course, all that was just what Daniel and Rose had told me and Samantha. We had never seen our supposedly powerful home world before, nor had we ever seen any other Raixien aside from the four of us.

It took me a while to remember which hallway I should turn in our labyrinth of a home. It wasn't a home as much as a bunker, but it's where we all lived, so that's what I'm going to call it in the meantime. My fingers traced the curved and smooth metal wall that lined the hallways, feeling the cold material that hid away the countless wires and panels behind the walls. Fifteen years, and I still don't have full knowledge of what our house could do. It was like I said, a labyrinth. A maze that I would love to see from above.

Passing by all the photos hung up on the wall, I realized just how much I missed those good times. Not that my life isn't good now, but knowing that I most probably would not get another chance at relaxing by the seaside or even celebrating my best friend Edward's birthday sucked.

But it had to be this way. All my life, I had only one purpose given to me: To reclaim my home world and perform the Great Reset, then... destroy the ones who slaughtered Raxar.

When I reached my bedroom, a fairly spacious and standard one, I noted the alarm clock on top of the bed stand. Whatever time it was, I could never manage to sleep of my own will. Still, I decided to simply click off the lights and waddle my way into bed.

I spent the next few hours tossing and turning, swatting at the mosquito that still somehow hung around in early November. The feeling of being unable to fall sleep has long since passed me, but I would always feel the effects of my lack of sleep the next day. Sometimes, if I were lucky, I would exhaust myself out early in the night and get some decent sleep. Other times, I would stay up late until four in the mourning and only get three hours of sleep.


"Go away, ghost. I just want to sleep." I grumbled into my pillow, pressing it hard against my face.


This continued. I listened with my head in the pillow for the next few minutes, familiarising myself with the steady beat of cracking that came from somewhere in my lightless room. I didn't bother trying to check out where it came from. I'd gotten too used to weird sounds in the middle of the night to be scared of damn ghosts, especially if they decided to spend their time in the afterlife haunting me with eggshell cracks.


Something fluttered in my chest. I blinked my eyes open, staring up at the dark ceiling, eying the lamp that hung from above.

But if I can see it, then that means there is light. I snapped by back upright, my hands gripped into fists and absolutely ready to fight... whatever was emitting the light. At this time of day, all the lights in the house would be off. I have my curtains fully covering the windows, and never once had any light spilled in through those. I also kept no electronic devices in my room. Which I should.

After a few seconds of utter silence, I began to laugh. Quietly, so as to not awaken the others in the nearby bedrooms. Why was I so paranoid? It was simply a weird sound and a feeling. Nothing more.


It came from above.

I turned my head upwards, and then I was shoved forcefully back into my bed.

And I fell asleep.

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