The showers of the rain in the dark night with the fluorescent lights create a robe of synthetic beauty.The puddles forming in potholes of the road reflect the ads on the gigantic electric billboards.
**WALKMAN X NOW WITH CRYSTAL CLEAR QUALITY AND NET ACCESS**
The red and blue lights on the police car shine through the light to complete the nights aesthetic. A perfect amalgam of retro beauty. One of the officers steps out of Astro Donuts with a box of a dozen of their specialty Galaxy Sugar Crash Donut. His smile wide as he sniffs the lethal amounts of sweetness and flavor. The officer steps back into the car to meet with his partner and opens the box of donuts in his lap. His partner looks in disgust and sadness...
"You didn't get a single Mars Strawberry Donut..."
The pain in his voice screams to the officer's heart.
"Sorry buddy I didn't think about it in the moment. But I'll get it next time man don't worry."
The officer smiles with hope and begins to munch on the donuts that are so full of sugar that it gives the magenta frosting a grainy texture. Their chewing and slobbering spews the pieces of dough all over the dashboard until they are interrupted by their standard issue Police Cassette starts to beep its colors. The officers straighten up and the previously saddened officer inserts the cassette into his radio to hear about the news...
**MAJOR VILLAIN AT LARGE IN THE AREA. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. I REPEAT, MAJOR VILLAIN AT LARGE IN THE AREA. PROCEED WITH CAUTION**
The officers turn on their alarms and load their guns in urgency but the car isn't moving. No matter the officers attempts to start the car, nothing happens.
Piercing through the robe of rain in the night is a bulky figure with a stature of giant and muscles of a gladiator. The Titanium Enhanced Kevlar Armor covers the entire body of the figure and they begin to load up their hefty shotgun and inserts the large cassettes
"JOHN START THE FUCKING CAR!!"
"IM TR-...
A gunshot rang throughout the entire city block as inside of the car turns blood red with the brain matter of what came from John's head. The shrapnel from the shotgun cause holes to form out of the windshield and blood drips from it. The surviving officer leaves the car and grabs his radio as fast as he could...
"PLEASE SOMEONE SEND HELP. ONE OFFICER IS DOWN. WE ARE IN KO-"
The second gunshot annihilates the pleading officer as the warbles from the radio cut out eventually.
The psychopath lets out a laughter of pure terror that radiates throughout the city block. The scared civilians run to safety as the backup officers rush the opposite way to get revenge for their comrades and protect their city. The gunfire brightens the air with combat and rage but the psycho stays still unscathed by their offensive efforts. As the officers stop and go to cover expecting retaliation, the madman instead pulls out his bulky beige radio and inserts a cassette of similar colors and size labeled "Team"
"Boss.....the police are distracted. Fire the Bullet"
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The night sky is a sight to behold. A painter's calamity with the clouds and violet colors mixing through to create something only seen in Paradise. The young boy is stretching, preparing for his job. His all black, puffy jacket in the night blends in perfectly combined with his black sweats however his dyed platinum white hair serves as an identifier of his identity but it will eventually become a blur. He grabs his bag of necessities, cold to the touch specifically for this mission. His radio begins to emit its audible static until he answers and the deep voice guiding him answers.
*Bullet, it is time.*
Upon hearing this statement, Bullet blasts himself from building to building with extreme speed as he cuts through the wind to his destination. He brakes himself but unfortunately slips and hits the edge of the building with his ribs.
"Bullet, I told you to take your pace with it. Don't constantly generate Air."
Bullet's pained groans serve as a progenitor to his maddened soft voice. "I got it Boss, this is important business. I have to do this as fast as I can."
Bullet jumps and propels himself off the air itself up onto the Tower of Progress and enters through the gigantic vents. Inside, he walks carefully while opening his chilled bag. The bag contains 2 rows of 25 slots which hold cassettes, one slot is left blank for the package of this mission. Bullet takes out a cassette with a distinct lime green coloring labeled "H4CKZ". The bag is sealed shut with the smoke that exited dissipated instantly.
*Bullet, you will soon be approaching the drop into the vault. You know what to do from there*
Bullet with no hesitation drops down into the vault and inserts his lime cassette into the key-cassette slot. In short time, the vault doors are broken and in the rooms center beholds the mission objective.
*The Killswitch. Is it there?*
"Yeah it's here boss."
*Take it and get out of there.*
Bullet immediately places his palm on the glass casing and destroys the cage around The Killswitch and takes it. The alarm sounds and in an instant, drones armed with mini machine guns in their center aim at Bullet.
"SHIT!" Bullet puts his hands in front of him and fires off a gigantic wave of wind that launches him and the drones into opposite walls with the drones destroying immediately and Bullet's back sore. Bullet then runs to where the vents opening is in the ceiling and sends himself upwards into the vents, nearly falling back down but eventually gets his pained body inside. Bullet then runs with insane speed back to his entrance and gets back out into the buildings top. Aircraft's and soldiers begin to surround him with their myriad of guns aimed at him. With all of the pressure of the soldiers on him threatening his life, he lightens his muscles and places the Killswitch in the inside of his jacket.
"DROP WHAT YOU STOLE AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP NOW!!"
Bullet kneels on the ground in a stance as if he is about to take off like a jet. Palms opened faced down, head aimed high and his feet planted.
"WE ARE NOT GOING TO ASK YOU AGAIN KID!!"
Bullet aims for the sky and jumps....
The sheer impact of the jump splashes water all over the guards disorienting them as Bullet goes high above the aircraft's that had their sights on him. Pieces of Bullets shoes fly in the sky and his bruised hands are still stretched out for one more jump.
The second dash moves some of the aircraft's into each other causing a chain reaction of immaculate explosions. However, a single sniper fires a bullet and grazes Bullet. The disturbance spirals him out of control and causes him to spin through the sky and rain as he eventually comes to a full stop and slams into a billboard. After lying there for a second. He falls back onto the wet gravel floor with his nose bleeding and vision blurry. Bullet twists himself on his back to view the billboards current state. In his distorted state, he can still make out what the billboard says.
**WE WANT YOU TO JOIN THE LYCORIS ACADEMY OF GROWING HEROES**
Bullet crumbles into tears upon seeing it. His bad memories and current state overfill his emotions as he mutters the only words he can.
"I'm home now..."
Bullet forces himself upwards and the drops of rain cause pain to every inch of his body. Bullet falls down into his balcony and opens the glass door into his apartment. He falls down onto the ground with the bag of cassettes falling down with him and his cheek bleeding profusely from the wound. Bullet crawls to his refrigerator and grabs a Windy Melon Energy Drink with his further bruised hand with skin peeled off and bleeding after the second big dash. Bullet removes the cap with slight struggles and chugs the entire container before resting his arms and the bottle bouncing away. Bullet manages to stand up and grabs his bag to place the Killswitch inside and into the freezer. He shuffles his feet across the floor to his musty room with his stained mattress on the floor. He plops down on the mattress and before shutting his eyes to sleep for the night, one thought, one regret, one dream rings through his mind.
"I wish.... I had the chance..... to be a Hero."