I'm so sorry. I can't stay.The twisting sourness within his chest made the discomfort with every step he took worse. He hated himself, he hated what he had to do to Leah but...Singapore needed him more. If he could just kill the Revenant, stop all of the problems at the source then maybe it would eventually snowball to help Leah and her current situation.That look on her face, that devastating frown, the confusion and desperateness in her eyes...Now.Maxus was on the way to Gardens by the Bay as Soultaker, using the vegetation around the area to hide himself within while trying to spot Yuki. The mood...he felt heavy, the tight squeezing feeling within his heart was getting worse as he paused for a moment to give himself some deep breaths, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.[Where are you?] Maxus took out his phone to quickly text his fellow vigilante.[Meet at the back entrance. The two guys guarding them. Take them out together.]Maxus followed her instructions, scoutin
"Yo wake up! Maxus!""Huh...""Someone's at the door." Yuki shook Maxus, waking him from his sleep as the door knocked once again, Leah's familiar voice echoing from outside:" Maxus? Maxus are you okay?"Oh...it's just Leah.Oh fuck it's Leah!Maxus shot up from the sofa he was sleeping on, looking around to see the blood stains all over the floor, their bloodied weapons and equipment scattered across the living room floor as well as the fact that Yuki was in his house. "Shit, can you help grab everything, shove it all into the storeroom beside the kitchen? Go please!""Where do I hide?""I don't know under the bed or something go!" Maxus stressed, prompting Yuki to wrap her arms around everything on the ground, quickly throwing them into the store room as she was instructed before quickly hopping over to Maxus' room, sliding herself underneath his bed while still holding onto her shoulder, trying her best to not place unneeded pressure on the wound."Maxus? Did you faint?"Maxus open
"You heard what he said right?" Yuki asks. "Gardens by the Bay. We'll head there after we beat these two clowns." Maxus confirms, taking his attention towards the Twins. Something about them was familiar, a pair of assassins who happen to be Twins...he knew he heard this from somewhere. Geko and Rasp. The green and purple bitch respectively. Maxus recalled hearing about them on the news, a pair of young assassins barely even legal adults sneaking into a festival to kill the President of a neighboring Southeast Asian country. They had to be the same people, The Revenant based on everything Maxus knew would only hire assassins of a high level of skill and reputation. "Bring me your heads!" Rasp shouted, leaping forward and slashing her scythe at Maxus and Yuki, forcing both vigilantes back when a volley of throwing knives were launched at them, prompting both vigilantes to use their weapons to deflect the incoming projectiles as fast as they could, splitting themselves far from each
Singapore was no longer the beautiful metropolis it was once known for.The streets weren't how Maxus remembered them to be. Charred stains, trash and debris filled the relatively empty streets with home made weapons like sticks and kitchen knives lying randomly on the floor. Once bustling streets of the average Singaporean neighborhood now looking like an abandoned wasteland with only the occasional civilian spotted roaming the now dangerous streets. Graffiti, which was once almost extinct within the country now more prominent than ever:ELITISTS ARE RUINING THE COUNTRY.PRIDE IS OUR DOWNFALL.Vandalism echoing sentiments of a country's shattered ego were everywhere as Maxus looked out the window of the bus he was on freshly discharged from the hospital with Leah by his side, holding his hand tightly. "Hey, don't look anymore. Just close your eyes and rest, I'll wake you when we reach." Leah tells him, seeing his mood change upon seeing the outside world."It's my fault..." Maxus mu
25 Years Ago. 1989. The Revenant. That was the name given to him by the people of his village. Some people think he's nothing more than an urban legend, some people say he's history, part of his land and culture like a folk lore while others think that he is nothing more than an ordinary story that has been told out of proportions. Whatever the case, all these stories had many similarities and with each iteration, one thing remained consistent.The Revenant was the boy who died and came back. Everything was broken. Everyday that he opened his eyes, Yahamad Ismail thanked his gods for allowing him to live another day, repeating a process he had to accomplish daily in order to survive or more importantly...his loved ones had to survive. Medan, North Sumatra, Indonesia. Yahamad could only remember the painful and horrible conditions of the village he was brought up in. Most people wouldn't even call it a village, but a slum. People were struggling to get their hands on basic necess
From the day she met him. Leah knew he was not like the others. A quiet and reserved person who gradually cracked more and more as she started to know him. A cold and emotionless guy on the outside who was carrying a load of guilt and pain no one his age should have to carry and yet despite everything he was going through...he still cared. At first, she just saw him as that. Someone who needed help and she did. However, time and time again Maxus always seemed to show up for her. When the loan sharks attacked his parents' stall, he was there to fend them off. When she herself started to crack under the financial pressure of her family, he was there to hold her together, to comfort her and make her feel like the world was still hopeful, that everyday after can be a better one. He opened up to her, told Leah about his painful past which was something she would have never expected him to do. The two of them had pain in them, but she knew that when they were together, much of that goes
One day when you need it the most...don't let your stamina fail you. That was the day Maxus decided to throw his life into being a killing machine. Cutting off contact with almost everyone he had known, the 15 year old did his research on every possible work out routine to build his strength and stamina, training day and night for hours and hours to reach his absolute physical peak, to become as strong as he could so that when could prepare for any physical danger that was thrown at him or rather...Throwing himself into danger. Almost daily, a ten kilometer run to start off his mornings. Five sets of ten burpees in the afternoon, half an hour of skipping with a five kg weighted vest followed up two to three hours of practicing and honing his techniques, constantly training himself to fight multiple opponents at once in order to never lose any fight he could encounter while remembering all of the things that Tony had taught him, doing cardio like this every alternate day to boost h
The Second Defender "The Soultaker? Is he a threat?" 3 Months Ago. Officer Wong stood in front of his superiors, five high ranking officers looking at him with stern eyes, awaiting his response to their question. He was split, his professional side wanted to speak up as it was, vigilantes are dangerous and unable to be controlled yet, The Soultaker has proven himself to be someone willing to do good for Singapore."Not to us." Officer Wong decided. "Not to us? He is a murderer unbound by our laws, how is he not a threat?" A member of the council asks. "I believed that was all he was at first as well. In fact I had ordered my men to shoot on sight when news of his existence first met my ears. However, after personally seeing him in person, his actions and words have told me that he is not an enemy of Singapore. To be frankly speaking, he is more of a lost guy using the wrong methods to do good. An anti-hero." Officer Wong presents. "Good? What kind of good can a murderer possibl