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CHAPTER 1.1 -
MEET THE EXILE
As the tunnel ride or rebels continue, their deeds already being broadcasted through the city before they even make it out of the tunnel.
Each channel, having already sold themselves for the money showed them as terrorists and thieves to avoid any public sentiment.
However not every person believes those, as in a life filled with betrayal, a person can't trust even himself.
One such person now sat in his house, painting his sorrows away as he hundreds of canvas lay across the room.
"Not this. Not this. No. No no no no... JUST WHERE THE HECK DID I PLACE THAT!?" The person screamed to herself in fury as he tossed the canvas away.
He stands, turning around to look at the mess around him and couldn't help but sigh.
His name is Glaive, Glaive Roaran. There was once a time he didn't have a surname, a time when he was only a weapon.
Then he was tossed away.
He had a good stature, measing at 6'2 and his skin was slightly tan but not enough to stand out. His hair was of grey colour, specifically the colour of Ash, nothing that stood out.
But if there was thing that stood out, then it will be his right eye. Hidden beneath a veil of a eye patch, his eye was the only thing that made him remember his past.
Glaive kicked away all the canvases away, breaking a few in the process but he didn't mind.
Lously clothed in a grey tracksuit, he exits the apartment to blow some steam.
However it was this decision that changed his life.
Slowly walking down the stairs, glaive could only see the bland colours beside him.
He lived in the outskirts, the den of the city's shady dealings.
He lived on the fifth floor of a apartment, so it was nothing new to climb up and down multiple floors.
However today was different.
"Hum? Did those drug dealers announce a sale of something? I don't see those morons today." He said to himself.
He was obviously refering to those druggies that lived below him but, today they were not there.
'Silent... Something's wrong!' a silent suspicion grasped for his mind as Glaive forgot about everything and ran for the ground floor.
He looked around frantically but there was not a single soul in sight.
The vendors? gone. The workers? Gone. People? Vehicles? All gone.
This was not just the view of glaive's neighbourhood but the entirety of the outskirts as not a single soul dared leave it's house.
Bang bang bang bang Bang
The sound of metal hitting metal echoed, each moment hitting at glaive's worries as he raised his head in panic.
"DRONES!? SH*T!!!"
His hand instinctively went to his phone as he quickly turned it on in terror.
[Curfew declared in the outskirts. Those outside will considered allies of the terrorists and shot down.]
The message sent shivers down his spine, his feet begin moving before his mind as he ran back towards his apartment.
He jumped, he rolled, he even forgot to keep his false cover as he ran upwards on the walls.
10 seconds, that was all the time it took for him to reach his room. However he couldn't help but thank the gods that he survived.
"*Phew* I lived. I hope those dogs of the EWV didn't see me." He said to himself, his hand reaching for the door lock.
At this time, a realisation dawned on him. A realisation that was more than enough to awaken his rusty skills back to full throttle as he sidestepped and turned.
'The door was supposed to be locked.' he repeated to himself mentally.
Almost instantly a blur came his way from behind, sending his senses into overdrive.
It was hand, a hand in a gauntlet that had shot out in a punch.
He ducked, his panic and hurry replaced by a cold calculative calmness as his left pupil turned pitch black like a abyss.
'Three people, a melee fighter and two shooters. all Evolvers." He analysed the situation while in a yoga like pose with all his limbs lifting him up and his stomach facing upwards.
Then he brought his limbs up, falling down as he twisted, barely dodging a leg sweep.
However he wasted no further second as he spun like spinning top and quickly placing his feet near the person's waist as he lifted himself up.
Like a snake he coiled around, flexible yet strong as pulled himself to the attacker's head, delivering two uppercuts and leapt away to the wall.
He landed on the wall and now in a split second as he prepared to jump across, Glaive saw all his attackers in full view.
They were the rebels, the trio who just escaped from the soldiers but.. they appeared battered as if they had just taken a beating
Now as Glaive looked down upon them, Swan moved from behind the bathroom wall.
His body was sparking like a naked wire, making a chirping sound, his hands holding his gun.
'Quick-bolt.', Swan fired his gun as quickly as could and soon the bullet left the gun, arriving near Glaive in a instant, ignoring the wind and came out roaring as a bolt of light.
Glaive spaced out, his body tilting on its own. The bullet hit but the wound was on the shoulder.
Yet the danger wasn't over as he could still see a figure in the back.
Glaive's intuition came true as he watched everything around float as they shot towards him.
"RETREAT!" Swan screamed, however his words didn't reach his partners as only one thing remained in the room.
Darkness.
The light fades away, every bulb broke and the house's power supply was turned off.
"ENJOY THE TERROR!" A Voice came to swan, a cold thorny voice that rendered him paralysed.
He felt nothing, he saw nothing, his whole body felt weightless and void.
Then as he felt the grip of death, he understood... He had picked the wrong place, that was his only fault.