2025-03-20 19:49:28Trevor felt his heart pounding in his chest. The humiliation of being smacked around by those thugs still burned inside him, and now was his best chance to redeem himself. With shaky fingers, he pulled out his phone and quickly dialled his father. The moment the call connected, he launched into a rushed explanation of everything that had happened.
“Dad, you won’t believe what just happened! I was at the Thornton family’s house, and these thugs from the Brown Gang barged in demanding money! They even tried to take Beverly! But then I was able to—”
Trevor’s father, Richard Johnson, cut him off with a sharp growl. “Shut up, Trevor! Do you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into?!”
Trevor flinched at the sheer fury in his father’s voice. “W-What? Dad, I was trying to help!”
“Help?! You absolute idiot!” Richard’s voice was shaking with anger. “Do you even know who you were dealing with?! Those weren’t just regular Brown Gang members—those were Iron Hand’s men!”
Trevor swallowed hard. He had heard of Iron Hand before—a ruthless lieutenant under Wilson Brown, known for his brutal ways. “Iron Hand?” he echoed weakly.
Richard let out a frustrated sigh. “Yes, and things are worse than you think. Iron Hand has been rebelling against Wilson. He’s already joined forces with Mad Tiger.”
Trevor’s breath hitched. Mad Tiger. That name alone was enough to send shivers down his spine.
“Mad Tiger?” Trevor whispered. “The one even… even Marina couldn’t defeat?”
“That’s right,” Richard confirmed darkly. “And if Mad Tiger has taken an interest in Beverly, then there’s no saving her. No one dares cross him.”
Trevor’s legs trembled so badly that he had to grip the table to keep from collapsing.
He was doomed.
They were all doomed.
But he couldn’t let anyone see his fear. Gritting his teeth, he forced his voice to stay steady. “I… I have to take care of something,” he said hurriedly into the phone before hanging up.
Margaret, who had been eavesdropping, immediately stepped forward, eyes filled with concern. “Trevor, what happened? Where are you going?”
Trevor forced a smile, trying to keep up appearances. “Don’t worry,” he said, puffing out his chest. “I’m going to deal with the danger to Beverly.”
Margaret’s lips curled into a smirk, and she let out a mocking laugh. “Hah! See? That’s why Trevor is the better choice! Unlike that useless Davion!”
Everyone turned to look at Davion—except he was nowhere to be seen.
Margaret’s smirk instantly turned into a scowl. “Where is he?” she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
Beverly frowned, scanning the room. “He… he left?” she asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
Trevor scoffed, feeling a little less pathetic now that Davion had seemingly run away. “Tch. Typical. He must’ve realized how bad things are and ran off like a coward.”
Margaret nodded in agreement. “Spineless, such a spineless frog. I knew he wasn’t worth anything.”
Only Wesley remained quiet. His brows furrowed as he stared at the door. “No… I don’t think Davion would run away like that,” he muttered.
Margaret smacked her lips together and turned to face Wesley, “That was the bastard for her daughter; he ran away like a dog.”
Wesley bowed his head, and he felt his cheeks flush, “no, I know he won't do that; it's not like him.”
But no one paid him any attention.
What the others didn’t know was that Davion had left while Trevor was still making his phone call. He had sharp hearing—sharper than most people realized. He had overheard everything Trevor’s father had said, and now he needed to act fast.
As soon as he stepped outside, he pulled out his phone and dialled Wilson Brown’s number.
The line rang twice before Wilson picked up. “What can I do for you, Davion?” Wilson’s voice was gruff, impatient.
Davion didn’t waste time. “I just ran into some of your men,” he said. “Except they weren’t exactly following your orders.”
There was a long silence before Wilson let out a sharp breath. “Iron Hand.”
Davion’s expression didn’t change. “So it’s true. He’s really rebelling against you.”
“That bastard…” Wilson growled. “I should’ve seen this coming.”
“It’s worse than that,” Davion continued. “Iron Hand isn’t alone. He’s already working with Mad Tiger.”
The phone line went dead silent. Then, Wilson cursed violently.
“Mad Tiger?! That lunatic?! You’re telling me Iron Hand actually joined forces with him?!”
“That’s right,” Davion said. “And it seems Mad Tiger has set his sights on Beverly.”
Wilson let out a string of curses. “Damn it! If Mad Tiger wants something, no one can stop him! Not even me!”
Davion’s voice remained calm. “Then you don’t have to. I’ll handle Mad Tiger. You just deal with Iron Hand.”
Wilson’s laughter burst through the phone, filled with disbelief. “You?! Take on Mad Tiger? Davion, do you even know what you’re saying? Even Irene, the so-called ‘Warrior Goddess,’ couldn’t beat him.”
“I’m not Irene.”
Wilson paused. There was something in Davion’s tone—something steady and it was something unshakable.
“…You’re serious,” Wilson finally said.
“Give me Mad Tiger’s location immediately,” Davion ordered. “I’ll deal with him in thirty minutes.”
Wilson let out a slow whistle. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Fine. I’ll send you the location now. But if you end up dead, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Davion hung up. His phone buzzed a second later with a message—an address on the outskirts of the city.
He cracked his knuckles, exhaling slowly.
“Mad Tiger, huh?” he muttered to himself, eyes dark with determination.
Looks like it was time to hunt.
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By nightfall, the rain had started again. Not the soft kind—this was the kind that made the whole city feel like it was cracking open. Beverly pulled her hood tighter and jogged beside Davion through the empty street. Neon lights flickered across puddles, warping their reflections into ghosts.Reika followed behind, a tablet glowing in her hands. “You’re sure it’s this way?” she asked, raising her voice over the storm.Davion nodded without looking back. “The signal fragments lead underground. Iron Hand’s main pulse is coming from beneath the city—old power tunnels under Sector Nine.”Beverly groaned. “So, we’re crawling into another creepy abandoned place? Great. My favorite.”“You wanna turn back?” Davion shot her a look.“Hell no,” she said, pulling out her flashlight. “Just saying, my shoes are not made for apocalypse missions.”Reika smirked. “Maybe next time bring less attitude and more waterproof boots.”“Maybe next time don’t wake up an evil AI.”“Technically, that was Davion.
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The hum of the facility grew louder the deeper they went. Davion’s flashlight flickered across metal walls lined with wires pulsing faint blue, like veins feeding a monstrous heart. Beverly walked beside him, gripping her pistol tight, eyes sharp. Wilson followed close, dragging a small case filled with EMP grenades. The air was thick with static, and every step echoed like a countdown.“This place feels alive,” Beverly muttered, her voice low.Davion nodded. “That’s because it is. The entire system is synced to Iron Hand’s central AI — Genesis. It’s watching us.”They turned a corner, and a mechanical hiss answered her words. The hallway lights shifted from white to red. The metal floor vibrated under their boots. Davion raised his gun instinctively.“Contact,” Wilson warned, pointing ahead. Out of the shadows, two humanoid drones emerged, eyes glowing crimson. They moved with inhuman precision, silent and fast.“Take cover!” Davion shouted. The first drone fired — a stream of plasma
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By the time night rolled in, the rain hadn’t stopped. It came down in silver sheets, soaking the cracked sidewalks and flooding the gutters, making the city look like it was dissolving under its own reflection. The neon signs of downtown flickered, glitching like something in the air was jamming them—and maybe something was. Davion could feel the interference crawling through every radio signal, every light, every sound.They crouched in an alley across from Iron Hand Tower. The building rose into the clouds—sleek, mirrored, and silent. To most people, it was just another corporate monument. But to Davion, it was a scar. He remembered standing at its base as a kid, watching his father disappear through those same doors, saying, “This is where the future begins.”Now that “future” was a virus.Reika finished connecting the last wire between her laptop and a handheld antenna. “Alright. The grid’s alive. I’m pulling interference to give us a thirty-minute blackout. After that, cameras re
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The city didn’t sleep that night. Sirens echoed far off, lights flickered in patterns that didn’t make sense, and somewhere above it all, Davion felt like the world itself was glitching. He sat by the motel window, hoodie pulled up, staring at the skyline that used to feel like home. It didn’t anymore.Beverly was passed out across the other bed, her boots still on, her jacket half falling off the chair. Her phone screen glowed faintly beside her—news alerts, footage leaks, panic. Everyone thought the blackout was some random power surge. No one knew it was the ghost of a man trying to rewrite the city.Davion rubbed his face, exhausted. He’d been scanning old frequencies, trying to trace the fragments of his father’s code. Every time he thought he’d cornered it, it split off again, hiding inside new servers like it was alive.“Still awake?” Beverly’s voice was groggy, low.Davion didn’t turn. “Couldn’t sleep.”She sat up, blinking against the dim light. “You look like death.”“Thanks
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The subway tunnels were colder than Davion remembered. The walls dripped with moisture, the sound of distant water echoing like a pulse under the city. He moved quietly, his boots scuffing against the cracked tiles, flashlight beam slicing through the dark. Beverly walked behind him, her voice low. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?” “Because if we ignore it,” Davion said, scanning the tunnel ahead, “someone else dies.” She groaned. “You always have to be the martyr, don’t you?” He didn’t respond. The deeper they went, the stronger the static in his earpiece became. He’d left it on just in case, tuned to a scrambled frequency they used during Genesis. But now it hissed faintly—like someone breathing. “Beverly,” he said, stopping. “You hear that?” She froze. “Yeah.” The static twisted, and for a second, a voice flickered through. “…on’t trust—” Then silence. Beverly’s hand went to her knife automatically. “That was a voice, right? Tell me I’m not hearing things.”
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The city looked different when they came back. Quieter, almost hollow. Davion couldn’t tell if it was because of what they’d done—or because the world was holding its breath, waiting for whatever came next.Beverly walked beside him, her hood up, hair tangled from the road. They’d been moving for days, sleeping in motels, train stations, anywhere that didn’t ask questions. Now, as the skyline rose ahead of them, she whispered, “Feels weird, doesn’t it?”“What does?” Davion asked, eyes scanning the street as if expecting shadows to crawl out of the corners.“Walking around like everything’s normal.”Davion glanced around. People hurried past, heads down, phones in hand. No one looked twice at them. No one knew they’d just destroyed Genesis. No one knew how close the world had come to losing itself.“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It’s weird.”They stopped at a small café near the edge of town. The sign buzzed weakly—JAVA STATION—and the smell of coffee hit them the second they stepped inside
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