The mysterious man smiles and says
???: “Mr. Fedorov would like to meet with you, would today be fine?”
Is that a hint of interest? A glimpse of interest peeks into her eyes.
“Mr. Fedorov?” She asks.
She pauses for a while, her eyes shifting the slightest to the left. Before…
“Today’s fine. I’ll get ready.”
???: “If you would follow us, we would take you there.”
Francis sees some police cars chasing a young boy on the road, but he seems to outpace them just by foot.
As they turn round a corner, Francis hears a smash, like glass breaking.
It was a window to a store. A few teenagers jump out, celebrating over their stolen goods. Before quickly starting to run.
Francis quickly chase after them. Although he rarely exercise, his physical condition is always at its peak thanks to the gift from Hephaetus.
He overruns the teenagers and stands before them.
“Anarchy! Violence! Degenerates, face the judgement of this follower of fate, who will condemn your fate for destruction!”
As he talks, he loads his contraption with rubber, pointing the ‘gun’ at the teenagers.
One of the teens steps forward.
“Ohhhhh… I’m SOOOO scared. Well why don’t you give me my judgment, nerd?”
They all laugh.
Hearing their laugh, Francis can’t help but also to laugh.
“Fine! This nerd will give you your judgement you are so scared about!”
When Francis fills his gun with rubber, it is rubber in the truest sense. The latex of rubber tree, normally found in tropical climate.
With a smile on his face, he points his gun at the teen’s chest and shoots.
A mechanical click.
Francis doesn’t stop. He quickly aims the gun at another teen, again shooting him with the gun.
Another mechanical click.
What is Francis’ gun? A mechanical contraption that could shoot bullets like a gun without gunpowder. One could imagine the effect of replacing the bullet with rubber. Less lethal, but the pain it inflicts cannot be underestimated.
The teen in front doesn’t expect it coming, and feels the full force of the rubber bullet.
T: Shit!
The other teen notices it coming, and dodges out the way.
The two other teens present attempt to attack you.
“Yes! Tremble in fear of your judgement! For I am Francis, the diciple of Hephaetus, the one who will continue his legacy!”
He lets off a maniacal laugh, shooting at the remaining teens with his gun until he runs out of rubber, before pocketing his gun and takes a boxing stance.
He only puts in enough rubber for seven bullets, after all.
The teen who dodged the bullet shouts.
T: Timmy! Sana! Get behind me and help Andrew. I’ll take him on.
S: Yes, Lee!
They pull back and the teen called Lee gets in the way of the remaining bullets.
He falls down to the ground , but looks at Francis with a determined look in hsi eyes.
Unfortunately, Mary may not be able to ignore the boy that was flying straight towards her.