07-25-2017, 01:33 PM
… great, now they’re sending me after people who prevent sex slavery?
Seventeen smiled faintly and tucked the card into his pocket.
“You can still be a vigilante,” the cyborg remarked as he shuffled on his boots. Fucking Bianca. Actually, fucking Trixie, too. The only reason that Seventeen was in this situation was because the woman wanted some leave from her job.
Could run away? This fucking Omniverse place was starting to make him feel uncomfortable.
But Trixie had been kind to him when she didn’t need to be. She had offered him a room in her now burned-down home and helped to guard his flanks in combat. That prison mission may have been something else, but it didn’t change the fact that he knew she wouldn’t betray him. If Seventeen ran away, what would happen to Trixie? If he ran, he would be violating the terms of his parole, so he would definitely be a fugitive in the underbelly of this city. But would they also take out his betrayal on his noncom?
“I don’t know nothing about pardons, but I don’t think you want to work for these people. You’re a hero, right?” Seventeen asked.
Might nodded his head as he looked over the scrawny young man who seemed clearly perturbed by the situation.
“I was a hero, too.” The cyborg muttered. “They were going to lock me up for setting of some scanners,” Seventeen reached into his pocket and produced the shimmering red stone. “A rock… they beat me up over a rock. They were going to lock me up, too, unless I accepted ‘community service’ … community service entailed killing some community leader who did shady things to help their neighborhood. After that, they slapped this armor on me and told me they were keeping me for longer.”
The towering hero frowned. “They’re twisting you.”
Seventeen nodded his head. “Looks that way.” He muttered as he summoned a sphere of ki and looked at it for a few moments before letting it fizzle out into the air. “You’re supposed to be made into an example.”
“I don’t think I want to fight you,” Might replied, sounding as genuine as he was muscled.
“You’re a hero, right?” Seventeen repeated.
The man nodded his head. “I aspire to be the greatest of heroes.”
“Then you need to strike me down, Hero.” The cyborg whispered softly as he drew the Power Sword. “Because I’m afraid that I’m not going to like where this road will eventually take me.” With that, he started toward the hero.
Seventeen smiled faintly and tucked the card into his pocket.
“You can still be a vigilante,” the cyborg remarked as he shuffled on his boots. Fucking Bianca. Actually, fucking Trixie, too. The only reason that Seventeen was in this situation was because the woman wanted some leave from her job.
Could run away? This fucking Omniverse place was starting to make him feel uncomfortable.
But Trixie had been kind to him when she didn’t need to be. She had offered him a room in her now burned-down home and helped to guard his flanks in combat. That prison mission may have been something else, but it didn’t change the fact that he knew she wouldn’t betray him. If Seventeen ran away, what would happen to Trixie? If he ran, he would be violating the terms of his parole, so he would definitely be a fugitive in the underbelly of this city. But would they also take out his betrayal on his noncom?
“I don’t know nothing about pardons, but I don’t think you want to work for these people. You’re a hero, right?” Seventeen asked.
Might nodded his head as he looked over the scrawny young man who seemed clearly perturbed by the situation.
“I was a hero, too.” The cyborg muttered. “They were going to lock me up for setting of some scanners,” Seventeen reached into his pocket and produced the shimmering red stone. “A rock… they beat me up over a rock. They were going to lock me up, too, unless I accepted ‘community service’ … community service entailed killing some community leader who did shady things to help their neighborhood. After that, they slapped this armor on me and told me they were keeping me for longer.”
The towering hero frowned. “They’re twisting you.”
Seventeen nodded his head. “Looks that way.” He muttered as he summoned a sphere of ki and looked at it for a few moments before letting it fizzle out into the air. “You’re supposed to be made into an example.”
“I don’t think I want to fight you,” Might replied, sounding as genuine as he was muscled.
“You’re a hero, right?” Seventeen repeated.
The man nodded his head. “I aspire to be the greatest of heroes.”
“Then you need to strike me down, Hero.” The cyborg whispered softly as he drew the Power Sword. “Because I’m afraid that I’m not going to like where this road will eventually take me.” With that, he started toward the hero.
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