Scribble 18 : Broken Hero Incursion.

Hello Wanderers! Welcome back aboard the world of Sci-Fi and Magic!

This Scribble is continuation of the previous Scribble 17: Recursive Chaos Theorem.

This Scribble would, as with the previous Scribble, take place in Remniscience Universe, outlines the existence of Covert, UNSED and FWA, and the connection they might have to Colors, Kurayami no Iro, and the War that happens after Scribble 8: "Which kind of Human are you?" which would essentially make this Scribble 18 a spiritual successor to Scribble 8 ten Scribbles ago.

Fasten your seat belts.

The Scribble Will Now Begin.

Scribble 18 : Broken Hero Incursion.

I woke up to the horrifying stench of blood. Apparently I passed out for several minutes after emptying my gun to the Red Landmark operatives.

Sixteen corpses. Fifteen of which died by a gunshot, one for each round of my pistol magazine. The last one however, was far less fortunate. Blood drenched her face and shoulder, her smile remains as she died looking too much into the future.

If only I could tell her the truth...

A shadow moved behind the dark alleyways. I immediately strung into high alert and reloaded my gun.

"Who was there?!" I aimed my gun to the shadow, which slowly moved out from the corner. Slowly, its feature became more pronounced as darkness peeled away from its body.

"To be able to see through my disguise even in such darkness, as expected from Covert's prided Anti-Personnel..." I shot it, no, him right through his head before he could finish his sentences.

"How rude." his blown off head reformed immediately after the bullet passed through his head. "Even though we're both part of the Twelve, you didn't even listen to what I have to say."

"The Twelve, huh." I snorted. "I wonder how much my title worth right now that Red Landmark is after my head."

"Not only you."

"What?"

"All over the Five Worlds, members of Twelve is hunted down by Fifth's personal army."

Fifth? But why would Fifth hunt us?

"I'm offering you my assistance."

"To what end?"

"To purge Fifth from Covert."

"How?"

"Remniscient Asset Apollo-Delta-Aleph, Reality Stabilizer. Just like Fifth's personal army, this is my trump card against fellow members of Twelve."

"I see, true, if you could stabilize the reality, our immortality that was drawn from another reality could be disabled, and then even I could be killed. You have such a nasty weapon on your disposal, huh?" not that stabilizing reality would be enough to kill me without necessary skills.

Wait a second.

If Red Landmark has been taken over by Fifth, then Medic and Janitor is--

"I'll lend her to you. And I'll take care of this little girl too. In exchange, kill Fifth."

"I'm going to do that even if you told me not to. See you, Third."

"May we see each other again, Septimus." the man laughed as he melted back to the shadow where he emerged.

Apollo-Delta-Aleph, huh.

It pains me to be separated from that girl, knowing I could never convince Third to give her back, but I must put that aside. First, I should leave this World, I have to stay alive if I was to meet her again. I took the magazines from Red Landmark members' guns.

"That girl, just what was she thinking?" I gazed again at the bloody alleyways, grinning "Well, it's a great moment for Color Red to make her glorious return."

I began to run, my lungs screaming, my legs burning, but my head was painfully calm. This smell, this feeling, deep down my desire for blood is awakening.

A maniacal laugh could be heard, echoing between the building, swallowed by the perfectly normal city. I was ecstatic, my mind wide awake, my vision filled with Red.

Red. Yes, Red, tonight this city will be.

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I reached FWA's Sirius-TE-717 space port five minutes after sunset, killing every single personnel both Red Landmark and FWA send into my way.

"Tch, how dare Fifth named them Red when they can't even scratch me." my blood was rushing, burning from anger, disgust, and ecstasy. Blood splattered on the spaceport, both mine and enemy's, painting a small fighter at the back of the hangar with color of rust and carnage.

"Karapace 59, huh, old ion beam and diffusion engine. Perfect for sneaking out." I searched the FWA ops for activation IDs when the fighter rumbled.

"Yah, Red, fancy meeting you here." the ship's speaker blared as its spotlight blinded my eyes.

"Yellow, is that you?"

"One and only. I'd really appreciate if you don't kill me even though we're technically enemy right now."

I pointed my gun to the ship's cockpit. "I killed you once. I'll do it again."

"Oi oi, don't you need this ship to escape this colony?"

"I could pilot an old Karapace just fine."

"Hmm, but could you snipe a Covert Director from orbit?"

"My trusty pistol is reliable enough to kill it."

"It, huh. Your gun has no infinite ammo though."

"Unlike UNSED, Covert actually went and standardized our arsenal. I would have no difficulty acquiring ammo. I have no need for your orbital sniping talent, and the world become a better place every time a Color die anyway."

"Uuu, Red hates me now, even though we're used to get along so well."

"The last time we talked was the assassination of Transparent. I don't recall we agreed on anything other than Blue's favorite girls."

"Yeah, we both could see he liked you, but even after Kurayami no Iro and that War, both of you never got anywhere."

"Such is the fate of Colors." I even killed him myself, but Yellow already knew everything up to joining Covert. "So you stayed as FWA's dog, huh."

"Better than joining strange cult outta nowhere."

"Hey, being a Covert Director has better paycheck than UNSED spec ops, with better safety too."

"It's not like you can't survive a nuclear blast or two anyway."

"So, what are you going to do? Old as it is, a Karapace could blow me out to the orbit. Whether you shoot me or let me in, I could still finish my mission."

"Hmm, I'm sure Command will understand, this is a mission to assassinate a Covert Director, after all. I could just kill you later, gather photographic and genetic evidence, and brand myself a hero after killing two Covert Directors. Yes, this is good idea indeed."

"Your inner thought is leaking out."

"No, this is intentional. Get in, Red. This is time for Mission Orange Part Deux."

The Scribble Will be Continued.

The next part of the story would be up soon, alternating between Seventh/Red perspective and Yellow's perspective during their journey to obtain Apollo-Delta-Aleph and assassinate Fifth Director of Covert.

See ya, or not? I'll try to make the next Scribble the conclusion of this series!

Scribble 17: Recursive Chaos Theorem

Hello Wanderers!

First of all, happy new year fellow Wanderers! 'Tis been good year, yes? Hope I'll be improving mine stories an' scribbles, and y'all would keep coming back to read my future Scribbles ^_^ 

Our theme today is "Generic Super Hero", an overused theme about how someone with unusual power saved the day. Or at least trying to. A clumsy hero that failed to cast basic spell yet could save an entire city is cute too, no? But no, we wont explore that sacred territory of clumsiness and cuteness just yet.

The Scribble may now begin.

Scribble 17: Recursive Chaos Theorem

She died in front of me, blood splattering from her cleanly sliced neck.

A few seconds ago I saw her die and yet a few seconds later I saw her standing in front of me with inquisitive eyes.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" god, I must have been staring at her or quite a long time for her to notice.

"No, I'm sorry." I stepped back. I stepped back, knowing in the next few moments she would die right in front of me.

I'm done with this. I'm done with seeing people die, knowing I could do something, and yet doing nothing. I won't let this one be the same. I stepped forward.

"Excuse me."

"Yes?" again she turned her face to me.

"Follow my instruction if you don't want to die." she stared right into my eyes.

"Are you threatening me?" I pulled out a screwdriver from my bag and pointed it at her throat.

"Yes, yes I am. Now shut up and duck down."

"Why should I..." there's no time, I stroke her leg, and she fell down to the train floor. Right as the minute hand of the clock turned, the train crashed, and a steel beam slid right where her neck should be.

Her eyes opened wide as the rest of the passenger got mercilessly slaughtered around us.

"How..."

"It's not over yet, we have to move."

The woman sat there on the train floor, dumbfounded and undoubtedly assaulted by extreme guilt of being the sole survivor, but we don't have time for this.

"Stand up and get out, it's not over yet!" I clicked my tongue and forcibly dragged the woman out of the train, escaping the train station right before the blast knocked us to the ground.

A helicopter, squad in black, "Red Landmark".

And she was the target.

"Listen, hey!"

The woman was still unresponsive. Again I pointed my screwdriver at her throat. "Listen to me or both of us will die!" her eyes widened.

Her logical circuit must still pretty shocked as she turned her attention to me.

"In exactly 30 seconds, a squad of "Red Landmark" would descend here."

"Red... Landmark?"

"Tch, run!" I dragged her through the sparsely crowded road.

"Does that name ring a bell in your mind?"

"*pant* yes, but nggh *pant* it's classified."

"Can you, oh seriously." she fell down, panting. I'm not exactly strong enough to carry her all the way, but leaving her here to die would not only nullify my effort but also putting the civilians at risk.

"Listen, I can't exactly carry you all the way across the city. No hard feeling, okay."

"*pant* fine, I'm supposed to be dead in that train anyway." she smiled "Thank you."

I'm going to regret this.

There's only so much someone could see in the future without breaking their neurons, my brain was already overheating just to read the tag on the helicopter. And that's only looking at one timeline. Right now I'm trying to breach even further, finding perfect solution from the entire 24 million possible future per second.

My nose bled, but it's already a miracle my brain didn't spontaneously blow up.

"Your nose..."

"Shut up. It's better than the alternatives. Can you move?"

"I could walk, but not run. You're bleeding!"

"That's not important! Now move!"

"What do you mean not important?!"

"Fine, there's a hospital that way, now move!" my vision flickered between the present and the future, predicting every single path anything larger than a fly might trace.

30 seconds later, the black chopper arrived. Five men in black tactical armor descended to the crowds, wielding MP5 submachinegun, but their target is nowhere to be seen.

We slipped through the buildings, my nose bleed profusely while I overworked my mind to provide the optimal escape route. But that was the least of my problem.

My greatest problem is that the more I collapsed timelines where either of us die, the closer I am to a timeline where I never exist. To put it in a layman's term, my very existence is fading everytime I changed the future. I'll fade out of existence faster than dying from brain hemorrhage.

"Guh!" I collapsed in the alleyway. Not good, we are only three minutes ahead of them, even in best scenario.

"Are you okay?" the woman rushed to my collapsed body.

"No, I'm not." in all remaining possible future, I would die in less than two minutes. "More importantly, they're right behind us, you should..."

"What do you mean more importantly? You're losing so much blood!" that's true, even the blood vessels in my eyes and ears are bursting out. But we can't stop here.

"Just shut up and..."

"No, you shut up. This isn't anywhere near the hospital, did you really think I won't notice that? You are obviously not thinking enough of yourself." the woman pulled out a handgun. "Or maybe you underestimated me?"

"SIG SP 2009, nice taste you got there." I stared at her gun "Yeah, getting shot would probably be better than having my head explode."

"How many."

"What?"

"The enemy, how many of them are there?"

"Five, armed with MP5. ETA 2 minutes."

"I'll handle them, I'm their target after all. You go to the hospital."

"Yeah, not gonna happen. I'm practically counting down to my death right now, even if I could move I won't be able to reach the hospital."

"Ah-" she cursed "tch, I'm so useless, even though you saved me, why can't I save you even once!" without even aiming, she accurately shot the first Red Landmark member.

"Ugh, well, you just saved me from that Red Landmark member so..."

"You know really well that that's not what I meant. Don't talk. It'll end soon."

"Indeed it will." I closed my eyes, drenched in blood.

I smiled. I didn't even get to know her name.

But I'm glad I saved her.

The Scribble would've ended here.

And so is the end of our nameless hero. Or is it? Most probably yes. Does it intrigue you? How do you wish the story would end instead? Does it even have the twist I promised in the beginning?

Do not hesitate to tell me.

Is it really the end of the nameless hero? There's really only one way to know, isn't there?