Reeves backstory
Author: Jericho Chase
last update2025-09-14 23:43:01

The elevator doors hissed open and two figures stepped into the vast, sunlit room.

Reeves stood breathless, a hot, vengeful excitement tightening his chest. This was it.

He had been waiting years for this day. His fingers trembled from the anticipation of ending him and getting his revenge.

He nodded subtly at his guards. They all raised their weapons, the soft clicks of safeties being disengaged as they waited for his order.

But when the figures resolved into clarity, Reaves lips pulled back into a snarl.

The first one was a man in an impeccably tailored black butler's suit. He stood slightly behind, hands clasped, eyes downcast.

And in front of the butler was Barry, his stride calm and measured, his hands buried in his pockets as if he was strolling in the park.

"Barry," Reeves growled. "What are you doing here?"

Barry regarded him coolly, his eyes taking in the man Reeves had become. Reeves was only in his mid-forties, but bitterness and hate had aged him faster than time ever
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  • Negotiation

    The Prime Minister slowly lowered his hand. “I… I don’t understand,” he stammered, looking from the masked figure to Karr. “How is he here? In our country? In this very room?”Karr, his cheek still burning from the slap, spoke with a hollow, defeated tone. “It’s a long story. Look, I made a terrible mistake. I underestimated the Order. They are… they are just as powerful as you claimed. More powerful than anyone I've ever seen.”The Prime Minister’s eyebrows shot up in shock. “Really? Just hours ago, you called them a ‘myth politicians use to scare each other.’”“I was proven wrong today,” Karr admitted, the words tasting like poison in his mouth. He gestured weakly toward Sebastian, who stood silently beside Barry. “See that man? The butler? He’s not a man. He’s… a demon.”A collective, sharp gasp escaped from the assembled ministers and advisors. They stared at Sebastian, their minds rejecting the claim.“He erected a dome-like barrier,” Karr continued. “It's like an invisible wall

  • The defeated general

    The soldiers’ grips tightened on Karr’s arms as they shoved him down until his knees struck the dust. He forced himself to look up, eyes wide with confusion. “Is that really you?” he demanded, his voice raw and brittle. "Number One!"Barry’s masked head tilted. “I am Number One,” the voice answered, calm and raw with iron. “I’m sure you’ve heard about me.”Karr's lips felt parched. “I don’t understand. You infiltrated Estoria all this time? Our defenses are strong. You couldn’t have slipped through without me noticing.”Barry spread his arms. “As I mentioned earlier from the video, General Karr—the Order’s influence is absolute. Do not ever think for a second you are invisible. I am ten steps ahead of you.”Suddenly, Sebastian appeared out of nowhere like a ghost, startling the general. He bowed respectfully before Barry.“It is done, Master,” Sebastian said smoothly. “The entire country of Northland is enclosed in my protective barrier. Not one bomb will pass through.”Karr’s mouth

  • The invisible dome

    Inside the parliamentary chamber, the grim silence left by the video was shattered by an aide bursting in, his face ashen.“Sir! We’re receiving confirmed reports from tracking stations! General Karr has bypassed the chain of command! The bombers have been launched! They’re en route to Northland!”A collective, sharp intake of breath sucked the air from the room. Every minister, every advisor, stiffened in their seats, their faces filled with raw horror. The warning from ‘Number One’ was less than ten minutes old, and Karr had already lit the fuse.The Prime Minister jumped to his feet so fast his chair screeched back. “That bastard!” he swore under his breath . “Karr! He actually went through with it!” His voice rose to a shout. “Someone stop him! He can’t have gotten far! Secure the building!”Pandemonium erupted. Ministers and guards scrambled towards the main doors, only to find them immovable. They pulled and pushed, their efforts growing increasingly frantic. “They’re locked

  • Bluff

    General Karr’s laugh was short and ugly, shattering the silence in the room. All eyes turned to him as he stepped forward.“Empty threats,” he snapped. “Why should we listen to some man in a mask claiming to be head of the Order? Do you think his words can stop bombs falling? We started this campaign for a reason.” He squared his shoulders as if to physically hold the room together. “Northland is weak. The Red Valley will secure our energy future for decades. This is an opportunity of a lifetime—one we cannot afford to squander.”The prime minister’s face tightened. He did not answer at once; instead he folded his hands, looking around the chamber at the other ministers and advisers. “Karr,” he said finally, “this is more than a threat. The footage... those are not idle boasts. The Order’s message was very specific. They claim networks, holdings and reach. We cannot treat this as a mere bluff and move forward blindly.”Karr scoffed, leaning forward so his words cut the thin air. “Do

  • general Karr

    In the spacious chamber of United Estoria’s parliament, the doors swung open with force. General Karr, a broad-shouldered man in his late fifties with a chest full of medals and a permanent scowl etched on his face, stormed inside. His boots clanged against the floor as though every step was a declaration of war.“What’s this about?” he barked, his voice reverberating through the chamber. “I’ve got a battle to win. My men are waiting. Northland’s about to be flattened under our bombs, and I won’t have my time wasted by politics!”The prime minister, a thin, silver-haired man with watchful eyes, motioned to the seat before him. “Sit down, General Karr,” he said evenly. "We need to talk."But Karr was not a man of patience. He scowled, standing with arms crossed like an immovable wall. “We’re wasting precious hours,” he snapped. “Every second we waste here delays our triumph. Northland will crumble todays. Why drag me here when victory is already in my hand?”The prime minister folde

  • A toss coin

    A slow, appreciative smile spread across Barry’s lips, invisible behind the mask. He took a deliberate step toward the defiant Head.“Very well,” Barry said, his voice low with respect. “I admire your resolve. It’s a rare thing to find a man willing to fight for his principles, even when he stands alone.” He paused, letting the compliment hang in the air before his tone shifted, becoming as hard and cold as the conference walls. “But I am also relentless. And I always get what I want.”He reached into his pocket and pulled out a single, antique silver coin. It caught the dim light, gleaming ominously.“So, let’s settle this like gentlemen,” Barry proposed, holding the coin between his thumb and forefinger. “A simple flip. No force, no threats to your family. Just fate. Heads, I win control of the order. Tails, you lose… and I walk away, empty-handed. Do we have an accord?”The Head stared at the coin, then at the masked man. He saw no other way out. His own members had turned against

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