Chapter 1: READY TO FLY
A wealthy man is out on his penthouse's balcony, wearing a crimson night robe, looking down on the city of Kingstum with disgust as he sips on a glass of wine, too engrossed in his high status, superior to the peasants lurking under him. So distracted that he doesnt even notice-
CRACK, SHATTER, SHATTER, SHATTER-
The glass of his balcony railings and his windows burst into a rain of fragments as 2 figures dart past him, running across the walls of neighboring penthouse complexes, dodging bullets from an Automated Enforcer Drone, (or an A.E.D. for short). Their acrobatics weaving past the harsh shower of Lead and gun powder as their lifeless pursuer follows suit, the figures run across the buildings, darting wall to wall, window to window as they try to shake off their aggressor, the A.E.D. continues to shoot them down with a relentless barrage of medium caliber bullets, one of the figures grabs a road sign that was strapped to their back, the symbol on it changing to an U-turn, the man swings repeatedly the weapon, the bullets seemingly being deflected back to the A.E.D. as if they're following the indications of the U-turn sign as he quickly continues running with long hops and skips whilst deflecting the attacks back.
Figure 1: "H- HEY, KEEP UP, BRO! WE GOTTA MAKE A RUN FOR IT, NOT FIGHT!"
Says the man that was advancing faster than his comrade that's deflecting the bullets
Figure 1: C'mon Casket... LET'S GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE, BEFORE WE GET TURNED INTO SWISS CHEESE!!!
the 2nd figure, the supposed "Casket" nods and resumes to dashing along side his brother, they both reach the edge of the final building of the block they were running on the side of and leap off, a electronic billboard ad shinning on them, revealing their faces, a young man wearing a black winter jacket with red sleeves and "SHARP" stitched with red lettering on the back of the jacket and dark Grey Cargo pants that have red highlights and black leather sneakers with a pitch black flame for a head, smoldering dark embers flowing like hair and pure white eyes, a nervous and agitated expression plastered on his face and the 2nd figure, a man wearing a pastel purple 2 piece suit, purple button up shirt, black formal shoes, bandages covering his whole head and neck and a mask of a yellow caution sign, with his road sign weapon still in hand.
1st Figure: HOLY SHIT-
The man yelps out as they fall, landing on some fire escapes and as they resume running on the walls of the buildings. Bullets fly, chasing them like hounds as the A.E.D. continues the determined pursuit.
Casket leaps off the building and stabs his Roadsign into a wall to anchor himself then yanks it out, bricks flying down into the streets as he gets back to running, the 2 men running across eachother from opposite blocks, he then chucks a Radio-like device, similar to a Walkie Talkie at him, the 1st Figure catches and holds it up to his ear-
???: Sharp, are you hearing me?
1st Figure (Sharp): LOUD AND CLEAR- BUT WE'RE KINDA TAP DANCING TO THE SOUND OF BULLETS OVER HERE!
???: ...Jesus Christ, can't you take this seriously? Either way, try to lose that A.E.D. We need you guys to come back without a trail and ***With*** The Target item IN your possession, understood? Where is it?
Sharp: Right in my pocket- unless it somehow fell out...
Sharp pats around his pocket to feel for the item
Sharp: Never mind, we got it!
???: ...I've raised you since you were a kid and you're still a dumbass.
Sharp: HEY, GIVE ME CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE!
The device makes a beep as only radio static is heard from the speaker, the person signed off the communication device.
Sharp: ...Seriously?! He logged out?!
A bullet flies past Sharp and grazes his cheek, an even more alarmed expression washes over him as he gets more agitated at the wound
Sharp: LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, I'M ALREADY CATHING BULLETS, BRO.
Black fire envelops his shoes as he stops down on a building's wall with one foot, black fire propulsioning him high up, and kicks the air behind him boosting himself again, but this time rocketing him forward like a missile.
In response Casket turns the sign on his weapon into a speed limit that says "170" as he rips out a brick from a building and manifests a Reserve Parking sticker onto the brick, then chucks it in the air and uses his Road Sign staff to hit it, sending it flying at 170 miles per hour, then snaps his fingers and teleports on top of the brick where the sticker was placed, standing on the brick with one foot, his weapon resting on his shoulder relaxed, as if he's used to doing this sort of stuff.
The brothers make their escape, zipping across narrow buildings and crevices, more A.E.D.'s Zig-Zag by, pursuing the siblings, Sharp directs a black fire ball towards Casket, which he cooperatly redirects it with his Road Sign Staff with a swing, almost as if hitting a baseball. The fireball hits one of the opposing drones, decomissioning it for good Another drone zips by, side by side with casket and it immediately starts shooting bullets towards him, but jumps up on top of it and smashes his staff's handle straight into the drone's casing, damaging it's internal components and quickly jumps to another A.E.D. before the drone from before crashes into a wall, he slices the next A.E.D. with the road sign of his staff, almost like an battle axe. Back to Sharp, a Drone faces him aswell. Sharp zips and dashes, imbuing his shoes with black fire just like before and boosts himself flying towards the drone with a stomp from a single foot against a building's wall, but this time isntead of using the 2nd charge of his boost to change trajectory, he flies straight into the drone, legs first and drops kicks the A.E.D., a blaze of dark embers engulfing the machine the moment the drop kick made contact melting it to liquid metal and sending it flying straight into an alley's wall, forminga crater around it from the impact, with the foes now shaken off, the brothers resume their blitzing, dashing and hopping from wall to wall, making their way down deeper, until Sharp slips his foot from the ledge of a apartment's balcony he was going to jump from and falls.
Sharp: FAAAAAAAAAH-
Sharp lands ass first into a dumpster, cushioned by garbage bags filled with mystery junk and whatnot, Casket jumps down in front of the dumpster gracefully, his Road Sign Staff strapped to his back once again, his body language indicating amusement. Sharp climbs out of the mountain of trash, a banana peel on top of his head, he quickly grabs it and throws it away, he hops out of the dumpster and lands on the ground, walking towards Casket.
Sharp: ...You better not bring this up to Mesmur.
Casket waves his hand dismissively, almost as if brushing off the idea of telling anything Sharp falling ass first into a dumpster filled with bags of shit, piss, dried up condoms or whatever disgusting filth lies beneath those black plastic bags to the rest their siblings.
Sharp: So... Did we lose the trail?
Casket looks around, up and down, confirming the safety of the 2 brothers.
Sharp: ...Great. Now... Let's go home, give that thingamajig to Mesmur, and have ourselves dinner! Think Sail made us something good?
Casket nods, then gestures with his index and middle finger to continue onward, thr 2 brothers make their way back to their home. They walk down dark alleyways, eventually leading down to an abandoned subway entrance, walking down an empty, dark tunnel. Eventually they arrive to an old Subway market, sort of a Mini mall, one that has been re-purposed. Re-purposed into a home. Lights are actualy working, makeshift bridges connecting the 2nd floors that parallel eachother. A seemingly normal looking man steps out one of the forgotten stores.
???: You're here. Finally. Come to the dinner table, I got us Take-out.
Sharp: You mean Sail hasn't cooked tonight...? Lame...
???: Cry all you want, he's on an important job. We all do our part here, Sharp. Even you when you aren't an complete imbecile.
Sharp: WHAT'S UP WITH YOU MESMUR!? YOU KEEP FLAMING MY ASS TODAY!!!
Mesmur: I'm "flaming" your ass because you're my younger brother. I'm the one who looks out for all of you as the Eldest sibling. It's my duty to perfect your rights and correct your wrongs. ...And why do you smell like shit?
Sharp: ...Undignified casualties.
Mesmur stops in place for a brief moment, a deadpan expression on his face before taking in a deep breath and sighing
Mesmur: ...I won't ask further. Go take a shower then eat.
Sharp: Yessir!
Sharp hurries up on a defective escalator, going to what presumably might be the bathroom or communal shower of the subway mall, Casket takes a seat at the dining table his legs crossed, gently tapping the table with his index finger, Mesmur takes a seat opposite to him and pulls out a fast food soda cup with a straw on it and slides it to casket, he catches the drink mid slide and brings it closer to himself, raising his caution sign mask slightly to insert the straw into God-Knows-What lies behind Casket's mask.
Mesmur: ...He's kind of an idiot isn't he? But still. Even though he's an idiot he's still somehow more human than us. That is both a gift and a curse for him. We're not like him. We inherited the monstrosity of humanity, he inherited it's... brightness. To say the least. He tried to help out humans, even though humans are the ones who wronged us. We're made by man, and yet he's somehow more human than... the people who created us.
Casket nods, still drinking the soda he was provided to by his brother.
Mesmur: ...Don't mention this conversation to him. Not that you can speak- per say... Just- ....You know what I mean, right Casket?
Casket makes a thumbs up gesture at Mesmur, affirming his question.
Mesmur: ...Thank you. I may not have favorites but, you are the only brother who truly understands how I think.
Casket stops for a second, nodding his head in acknowledgement of Mesmur's sincerity.
Amidst the conversation Sharp comes back, wearing dark Grey jeans, a T-shirt with white and black stripes, a red leather jacket and fingerless black leather gloves and chucks a small high-tech looking container at Mesmur
Sharp: Here ya go, Mes! The so important... "Target." ...Now mind telling us what you made us bust our asses over?
Mesmur catches the container mid-air and settles it on the table.
Mesmur: ...These are Tactical Military-Grade Enforcement Chips. Or as you're all familiar with, "Timmy chips". ...How did that name even catch on as slang? It sounds stupid...
Sharp's jaws drop, Mesmur sharing a similar reaction with him.
Sharp: TIMMY CHIPS!? YOU KIDDIN'!? THOSE ARE FOR LIKE... MILITARY ARSENAL SHIT, TANKS, SPECIALIZED WEAPONS, FRICKIN' ANTI-AMALGAM ROCKET LAUNCHERS OR WHATEVER THE HELL THEY USE FOR AMALGAMITES!
Mesmur: Yes, yes... now sit your ass down. We have alot to discuss.
Mesmur opens the latches on the container, a cold haze escapes from it and it opens wide, revealing 10 T.M.E. Chips, each pulsing with a magenta glow.
Mesmur: ...How Mesmerizing.
Mesmur pulls out tweezers from his pocket and grabs a chip, inspecting it up close, almost examining it.
Mesmur: ...Truly Mesmerizing.
Mesmur sets the chip back in it's slot, then closes the box shut and clicking the latches back in place
Mesmur: ...We can improve our weaponry with these. Right now only Casket and Sail are the ones who use weapons, Wouldn't you like to get in on the fun, Little Brother?
Sharp: ...Y- You shittin' ME!? I'M ALL IN! I'M PUTTING IT ALL OF MY CHIPS ON BLACK IF I GET MY OWN WEAPON!
Mesmur cackles, clapping his hands in amusement.
Mesmur: You never fail to entertain us with your shenanigans, brother. Now... I should get to work. Developing new gear, new weapons, experimenting with the T.M.E.'s... i'm going to be quite busy, I even doubt that I'll have the time to join you all on future Comissions. Now, excuse me... I have some experiments to run.
Mesmur grabs the container and gets up from his seat and then walks off, climbing an escalator to enter a run down computer store with equipment lying around, a harsh dark purple glow radiating from inside.
Sharp: ...Well off he goes to his Lab den. Welp I suppose we outta hit the hay or somethi-
Sharp glances at the table and notices the bag of takeout, stopping his sentance immediately. Pausing for afew seconds before grabbing a box of fries and a chicken burger from inside, immediately getting to munching on food, Casket's body language indicates humor from seeing Sharp change his mind on hitting the hay.
Chapter 1: READY TO FLY - END