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Cyber Paradise: An Original Story~! *Chapter Five Posted*

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« Reply #45 on: March 03, 2012, 07:51:33 am »

>.> I was dealing with a death in the family and a lot of stress at that time. Idk when the next chapter will be coming; I haven't had the time or heart to finalize it.
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« Reply #46 on: March 03, 2012, 12:30:13 pm »

oh. well I was expecting a lol from you, actually, but... erm... now its all awkward... sorry? I guess?
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« Reply #47 on: March 21, 2012, 01:16:25 pm »

AN: FINALLY, another chapter coming at you for Cyber Paradise! I know it’s been awhile but I’ve been busy working on just about anything and everything here Tongue Plus the puppy kept me pretty busy so I just kept getting pulled away by this one. No worries though; It’s still going ^_^ although I must admit while writing this one, I noticed it didn’t have the usual kick as the other chapters did. I’m a bit saddened by this but it was a part I kind of wanted to rush through without much thought. I’ll eventually rewrite it to gain more of a kick but I wanted to have something for my readers since I promised this one chapter like forever ago Tongue

In addition, I describe Travis as ‘stout’ but I don’t mean him to seem overweight or anything like that. He’s chubby but not to the point of being overweight I guess. He is also brawny which adds to how stout he really looks. My friend wanted to draw him and I had to basically go through every detail again for her; I figured I would explain again for you ^_^

Oh another thing I wanted to point out Cheesy It’s been a whole year since I started this writing blog of mine! xD How exciting that I’ve managed nearly 200 posts throughout the year. Here’s to another year full of stories ^_^

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*~Chapter Four~*

The bustling crowds of the city of Rampten tugged and pushed at Travis’s physique, the teen silently fuming as he desperately reached for an empty piece of street. Despite being where he was from, Travis was never one to appreciate a crowded city. So in order to keep himself from having another panic attack; he dashed and clung to a lonesome wall as soon as the chance became available. He ignored the various stares he was receiving from the beings strutting past, unable to view them without a shocked stare as of yet.

Rampten was a strange place in Travis’s eyes, its cyber-enhanced skyscrapers lifting off towards a star-painted sky. Neon lights flashed wildly through the streets as all beings Travis ever thought possible made their way down the paths. Humanoids, trolls, demons and many other creatures passed by Travis, the teen unable to focus his stare on all the creatures passing by. So instead he just kept his eyes at his feet, holding his tongue for fear of angering the ones around him.

“You all right?” Travis tensed at the deep voice mumbling behind him, the teen glancing over his shoulder to see a tall, muscular man standing there. Dark sunglasses blocked his eyes, Travis unable to locate the man’s stare. He was a bit daunting; however, the teen was pleased to at least see another man who resembled a normal person. “You seem kind of out of it, kid; you all right?”

The tension was visible on Travis’ pale face as he slumped closer to the wall, gripping at the crevices while his incisors threatened to pierce his lip. He didn’t want to seem rude however, so Travis gave a subtle nod to the man and spoke to him. “I’m fine; thank you for asking sir.”

“You sure because you seem a bit tense, kid,” the newcomer muttered with a questioning glance before removing his gloved hands from his pockets, patting Travis’ shoulders with a warm grin while the teen flinched at his touch. “Ha, I get it; you must be a newbie in town! I bet you’re from some country area and not used to this big city atmosphere; am I right?”

Travis first thought the man meant he had been new to Doxie’s Paradise and he perked up; though he suddenly realized what had been explained to him before. This whole place was like another world and most if not all of its inhabitants had no recollections of their lives outside of Doxie’s. They all were programmed to believe they lived their whole lives in Doxie’s.

At least the teen had a moment to steady his breathing, managing to calm himself enough to answer the man’s question. Icy blue orbs peeked up to stare into the dark abyss of the man’s shades, a glimmer of desperation forming within them as he spoke. “I guess you can say that; I just got into town a little while ago. I’m sorta lost; by any chance, do you know where the Library is here?”

Those strong hands released the teen’s shoulders as the newcomer stepped back to survey the area, moving his lips as he read the nearby signs to himself. He pocketed his hands once more as he reeled back to Travis’ side, gesturing a slight nod to his left where a tall, marble building stood off in the distance. “That marble building is the Library so you’re going to want to walk this street down to Adler’s Avenue; you should remember it pretty well since it is like the center of Rampten. We’re famous here for our Library since a lot of people travel here to research there; oh and the battles of course! We have one of the largest arenas to date!”

 Travis was already stumbled along the wall towards the Library when he caught wind of the man’s words, pausing before glancing back at him once more. “B-battles?” Travis stuttered as he gulped. “Are you serious? There are battles going on here?”

The man paused at the wavering voice of the teen, his glance questioning each syllable managing to be spoken as he laughed. “You really are one of them country boys, huh? I had no idea there were people out there who didn’t know about the battles.”

“Fancy that,” Travis mumbled as he continuing his stumbling away, nearly jumping out his skin as the man took a few strides to catch up to him and pat his shoulder. “I-Is there something else?”

“Don’t worry so much; I’m just going to make sure you get there ok. After all, you look like you’re going to end up alone and crying in a corner if I let you just walk away,” the man said with a chuckle at Travis’ tense reaction. “Besides, I can show you what I mean about the battles as we go. Anyway, name’s Porter; and you?”

There was an inner debate within the teen as he thought if he should really put any trust or faith with this oddly-affable stranger; Travis was still unsure of the occupants of this artificial world. He didn’t want to create a target on his back for blindly trusting the wrong people. However, was it really worth being so cautious? From what was said to him by Madeline, Travis had the ability to look up the information of other players at the Library; therefore, anyone could look up his information at that same Library too. His identity wouldn’t be safe even if he did withhold it. “M-My name’s Travis; it’s n-nice to meet you, Porter.”

“Travis, huh; that’s a fitting Country Boy name. And you’re so polite too; though, I wonder if you’re doing it just because you’re so terrified,” Porter joked as the teen sweat dropped, the two of them walking together along the walls of the skyscrapers. “So country boy’s come for a bit of research, huh? You didn’t bother to learn about the battles or any other parts of the city before coming here, did you?”

“To be honest, I was sort of thrown into traveling here,” Travis mumbled, holding his tongue before he let anything slip through the cracks. He didn’t want to cause any panic from this man or become the target of ridicule if his words weren’t believed.

“So, it’s one of those tests to become a man or something?” Porter asked with a chuckle, amused with Travis’ glance of shock and confusion. “Nevermind kid, I’ll just give you the grand tour around here so you won’t get lost again.”

“‘Grand tour’?” Travis repeated, letting out a gasp as Porter’s hand latched onto his wrist and dragged him along into the crowded street. “Hey!”

The man smirked as he charged forward, motioning to several different shops and buildings as he moved. It seemed that Porter was overly excited to show around a noobish teen like Travis; the teen didn’t know why but it seemed so out of character when he glanced at the man tugging at his arm.

Porter’s muscular form was adorned with a leather jacket and matching pants; his bronze locks spiked out to give the illusion of being the ‘typical bad boy’ character.  One would assume his attitude would be sour and yet he had the brightest smile as he aided the newcomer.

“That shop over there with the thousands of computer terminals is the Bank,” Porter explained, motioning to a large glass building that seemed to have various floors below the surface of the city. “That’s a place you’re going to want to head over to pretty soon if you haven’t filled out your occupation yet; you can pick occupation as well as go through your card profile and check out and deposit items and money.”

“Is that the only Bank here?” Travis asked as he stumbled after Porter, trying his best to keep up with the man as he was dragged across town.

“No, there are at least five different Banks in every city,” Porter answered. “You can also buy your own terminal for your residence but you’ll have to be pretty wealthy to afford one. It might just be best for you to use the Bank, Country Boy.”

“Could you stop calling me that?” Travis droned with a frown as the man continued to point at different shops and food places along the way; at least the teen was relaxing in Porter’s presence. “I have a name you know; you already just on it before. It’s Travis.”

“Yeah, I know,” Porter chimed before coming to a halt near a large bridge way which seemed to lead off to a huge stadium. “Now that way is to Rampten Battle Dome; it houses daily tournaments for members of the Crusaders.”

“Come again?” Travis questioned, his eyes wide as he examined the stadium across the way. He could tell that there were hundreds of beings flooding into the gates, all anxious for the show to start.

“The Crusaders; it’s those who fight in the battles,” Porter explained, chuckling as he noticed the puzzling look on Travis’ face. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you in the dark; these battles are actually a part of a huge tournament known as Crusaders Brawl. Instead of it just being a seasonal type sport, these battles occur year-round and vary in types. Many fighters have chosen being a Crusader as their occupation; however it can also be just a hobby-type.”

“A year-round competition?” Travis repeated.

“Yeah, although most of these battles are simply ‘training’ for the Crusaders as they prepare for the Blood Bowl,” Porter said with a smirk, noticing the color leave Travis’ cheeks at the sound of the event. “Yeah, it’s a very dangerous job but the prizes for winning the tournament are phenomenal. I’m actually a part of a group of Crusaders myself. It’s suggested to go in with a team to these battles or else they’ll end up sticking you with people that you might not fare well with.”

“You-you’re a fighter?” Travis stuttered yet continued to speak instead of waiting for the man’s answer. “Do people-do they die in these battles?”

There was a pause of silence between the two men, Porter’s eyes hidden behind his dark shades as he kept his smirk. However, his change in tone, though slight, was noticeable to the teen as Porter began to speak again.

“I am a fighter, yes. And honestly, death has been known to happen in the battle domes,” Porter admitted. “I’ve known a lot of great warriors who have fought and died for the sake of pride; it is the one thing that some of those men and women held onto until the very end.”

“That’s-that’s horrible,” Travis began but quickly shook his head, remembering stories of those who died in combat for the sake of something that was truly important to them. “It’s honorable but-but these things shouldn’t continue along as a sport if people are dying left and right.”

“Seems someone was deprived while growing up,” Porter sneered as he patted Travis’ shoulder again, this time pulling him back into a walk towards the Library. “Just relax, Country Boy; the world is a dangerous place and you’ll do best with your attitude to just pick an easy, pencil-pusher job or something. You should keep yourself away from the fights if you can’t bear the thought of such things.”

“You make me out to be some sort of wimp,” Travis mumbled, though not denying Porter’s words. “I’m not really worried about those things right now though; I have to get the Library and figure out where my brother is.”

“Your brother, huh?” Porter questioned, Travis’ cheeks tinted pink as he realized he had let his words slip from his tongue. “So your brother ran away to the big city and you’re here to get him back, huh?”

Well, there was no point in Travis holding back that information anymore. “I guess you can say that,” Travis answered with a sigh, the two of them finally making it to the marble stairs. “Thanks for talking with me and showing me around; now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get to business.”

“Don’t worry, Country Boy; I won’t stop you from looking for that brother of yours,” Porter said as he raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “Real quick though, you seem like an ok kid; tell you what, if you ever want to come out to the battles, you should head over to Dante’s Pub just outside the stadium. That’s where my team and I hang out; you’re welcome to meet with us and have a drink before watching the matches.”

“I appreciate the gesture,” Travis muttered with a slight smile of his own as he extended a hand out to Porter. “Thanks so much for the help; I don’t know what I’d be doing right now if you didn’t pick me out of the crowd and show me where I’m going.”

“Heh, it’s no trouble, Country Boy,” Porter replied, shaking the teen’s hand firmly before turning heel and walking off back towards the stadium bridge way. “See ya around, Travis!”

The stout teen gave a slight wave before continuing up the marble steps of the library, avoiding the gazes upon him as he moved. He made his way through the opened double doors and paused in his tracks; shelves of books seeming to span forever and tower to the ceiling above. There was little space within the huge, three story library that wasn’t filled with literature of some sort.

“Oh god, this is going to suck,” Travis muttered to himself, stepping through the main hall over to a reception desk where a librarian sat with an emotionless stare as she examined the worn books on the desk before her. Her dark, wavy hair was pulled back into a bun to keep out of her pale face; her outfit was a black pencil skirt, white cardigan and black button-up boots. On the bridge of her nose sat a minuscule pair of spectacles, Travis eyeing them in shock. How in the world would those actually help someone see? “Um, excuse me?”

“No time for talk; must file the books,” the woman uttered as she stood and backed away from the desk with several books in hand. Travis could hear the slightest accent in her voice as he watched her march away; it was possibly Russian.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be helpful to people when they come into the library?” Travis questioned as he followed after the woman, noticing her tensing up as he pursued her. “You are the Librarian after all?”

“I am,” the woman answered, refusing to turn around and look at her living shadow. “I am much too busy; go search some more and then come back to desk if need more help.”

“Hey-!” Travis started but fell silent as the woman marched away, leaving him alone in one of the many aisles of books. “Ok…looks like I’m going to have to just figure things out on my own.”

The stout teen sighed as he marched through the aisles by himself, his eyes scanning each book with interest. They were all simply novels and other types of literature that had nothing to do with this world they were in; where was he supposed to find any information on his brother?

“Are you looking for something, sir?” A small voice questioned from beside the teen, Travis quickly turning heel to come toe to toe with a little girl with russet skin and zinnwaldite hair. Her eyes were wide and purplish and her ears were pointed upwards; her glow seemed almost inhuman, which was possible in this strange world. The little girl giggled at Travis’ surprised expression and patted his hand lightly. “It’s all right mister; I might look small but I’m one of the employees here. My name’s Label; what can I help you with today?”

“You’re a-,” Travis started but quickly shook his head; he was going to have to get used to these strange happenings sooner or later. “Ah, I’m looking for information on a certain person; my brother’s been missing and I wanted to see if I could find any information on him.”

“Your brother?” Label repeated as she gave a questionable look before reaching out her hand to the teen. “May I have your card please?”

“My-,” Travis paused as he reached in his pocket, pulling out the card he had received from Madeline back at the station. “You mean this?”

“Yes please,” Label answered and graciously accepted the card, retreating through the aisles back towards the front desk where the Russian woman sat with a new pile of books. “Miss Matilda, we have a new guest to our library. Have you spoken with him yet?”

“No,” Matilda lied as she continued to examine the literature on the desk, refusing to meet Travis’ eyes as he growled in frustration.

“She blew me off when I was asking for help,” Travis fumed in place, Label giving a sigh as she nodded.

“Matilda does that sometimes when a man walks in that she doesn’t trust,” Label admitted as she moved behind the counter, stepping up on a stool so that she could be seen by the customers. “I will look up your information and see what you can access.”

Label then shifted her attention to the computer, swiping the teen’s card in the reader and typing away. Her look was intense as she explored the screen; Travis nodded and paced before the desk. He occasionally sent a glare towards Matilda, the uninterested woman proceeding to ignore him completely. The teen’s excitement was building up within in as Label’s voice finally piped in once more.

“Seems you are a special case,” Label mused as she continued to type, Matilda glancing over her shoulder towards the little girl in concern. “Usually we don’t let players access such files; however, I will escort you there now. You will have to ensure us that you will not share any information with the outside that you gather from these special documents.”

“Are they really that classified?” Travis questioned.

“Yes, they are part of the Highly Classified within Rampten’s library.  You will not be permitted to see them unless you guarantee you will not share the information,” Label repeated. “If you do share even the slightest bit of information, you will be found and arrested.”

“Ar-arrested?” Travis stuttered, falling silent as he nodded. “Yeah, I got you; don’t share information with anyone. I got it!”

“Good,” Label stepped off her stool and returned the card back to Travis. As she prepared to escort the teen however, Matilda stepped away from the desk and pursued the little girl. “Yes?”

“I will escort the boy,” Matilda muttered with her emotionless stare, the young girl’s eyes wide once more as she shook her head. “What’s the matter? You are busy; I will escort the boy where you need him to go, yes.”

“I was the one who checked him in so technically I should be the one to escort him,” Label mumbled, suddenly appearing shy and unsure. “I should really-.”

“I will escort the boy for you,” Matilda continued to push for her way. “You would rather stay at front of desk and help others; I will do this task.”

There was a moment of tension between the two of them as Travis watched, an uneasy feeling forming in his chest. He was unsure of what was going on between both Label and Matilda; he was also unsure what was awaiting him in the Highly Classified section.

“Very well,” Label relented with a sigh, her expression still unsure as she nodded. “Please be careful with everything; we don’t want that man to come here and punish us for misplaced information.”

“Yes, I know,” Matilda muttered as she passed Label and began towards the spiral staircase. “Follow, boy!”

“Ah-yes,” Travis answered and stayed at Matilda’s heels, marching up the steps past the second floor and all the way up to the third floor. The woman then aimed for a large door towards the back of the Library, careful to not drawn attention as they moved. Once outside the door, she paused and seemed to contemplate what to do next. “Now what?”

“Now you shut up and let me work,” Matilda hissed before turned back towards the boy, her hand raising her cardigan slightly to show a gun protruding from her holster. “You are outsider, yes?”

Icy blue orbs were wide as Travis gasped and backed away from the woman, his hands raised in defeat as he continued to stare at the gun. “Hey, there’s no need to threaten me with a gun!”

“Answer my question; you are outsider?” Matilda repeated as she patted the gun with care. “You do not want me to shoot you; you will answer my questions.”

“Fine; what do you mean by outsider?” Travis panicked as he nodded, trying his best to keep them away from prying eyes.

“Outsider is newcomer to Rampten,” Matilda snapped in response. “You seem to have only been in Rampten for one day; there are no files for you besides your identification so I figure I check you out. Label was unsure about how she would deal with you since you have been labeled a special case; we haven’t seen one of them in nearly six months.”

“Six months?” Travis gasped as he repeated the woman’s words, finally understanding what was being said. “Six months was when my brother disappeared!”

“You’re brother? Is that why you are prying into the Highly Classifieds? You mean to tell me that you are risking encountering problems with the elite because you are searching for your lost brother?” Matilda growled at the teen’s words, her expression one of agitation as she pulled her gun from its holster. “You should ask officers about lost souls like your brother; not hunt down information from the Highly Classifieds. You’ve been marked a special case; the last one we had was threatening to reveal secret information to the non-essential. You will be encountering many of the elite if you continue to pry; you do know that, correct?”

Will all of them have a gun?” Travis asked with a terrified glance, stepping back once more and preparing to head for the stairs.

“Most will have weapons of all sorts,” Matilda mumbled as she lifted the gun, the barrel aimed for Travis. “I will not shoot you; however, I must ask what need you have for this place.”

“You’re not going to shoot me and yet you’re still pointing the gun at me?” Travis argued, biting his tongue as the woman dashed forward and lifted the barrel below his chin. “I-I-please-!”

“I ask you remain calm,” Matilda growled. “Tell me why you seek information in the Highly Classified; who told you to come here? You understand you won’t find your brother in those documents and you risk your life by being here.”

“I understand that now since you told me!” Travis hissed through gritted teeth, inhaling through his nose to aim for calming his rapid heartbeat. “I thought the receptionist Madeline at the station told me to come here and use the information here to find my brother; maybe I just misunderstood her. You don’t have to point that gun at me!”

Matilda seemed puzzled by Travis’ confession, her nearly white irises shifting to her side. She whispered, “A receptionist told you that?”

“Y-Yes?” Travis stuttered his reply.

“She must have been mistaken,” Matilda mumbled under her breath before slipping her gun back into its holster and showing her back to the teen. “What you want is not in the Highly Classifieds; you should go to the Bank and enjoy your time in the city. Your brother is not here.”

“But wai-!” Travis tried to interrupt but fell silent as Matilda sent a fierce glare over her shoulder towards him.

“Leave; you have no business being here,” Matilda hissed, Travis nearly stumbling onto his back as he fled from the angered Librarian. “I will shoot if need be; leave and only come back for proper reason next time. Don’t let me catch you poking around again.”

The silence between them was strong as Travis and Matilda stood there, the stout teen too terrified to back away from the woman. The Librarian began to boil in anger at his lack of fleeing, her hand reaching again for the gun to scare him off. Travis was about to step back from the situation when the pitter-patter of footsteps sounded behind him.

“Matilda, I wanted to make sure everything was-,” Label called out as she ran, skidding to a stop as she noticed the two of them ahead of her. “Oh, there you are; did you already access the Highly Classifieds?”

Travis held his tongue at the question as he nodded, his voice hinting how grateful he was for Label’s interruption. Matilda frowned and pulled her hand back from the holster, motioning for Travis to leave.

“Now that you have gotten what you wanted; I’ll have to ask you to leave now,” Matilda stated, Label gawking at her tone before stepping between them.

“Matilda, there is no reason to treat our patron like that,” Label scolded the woman, watching the older librarian stomping away without another word. “Sorry about that, sir; she seems to be having a bad day and she tends to be very outward with her emotions.”

The stout teen had little desire to stay there any longer so he bowed slightly before aiming for the stairway. “It’s fine; I really have to get going now though. Thanks for your help!”

Label watched curiously as the teen departed, waving after him as he fled the building quickly. As soon as Travis made it outside the Library, he collapsed on the stairs and tried to steady his breathing.  All he wanted was answers; instead he received a gun brandishing towards his chest by some woman who also seemed to be a special case like him. Travis didn’t even receive any information on his brother; he was basically kicked out without a choice on the matter.

“I’m so sick of this place,” Travis muttered to himself, easing back to sit upon the steps as he watched the crowds continue to weave along the streets. His journey was difficult from the start and it just kept getting worse; it was times like those that Travis wished he had his siblings by his side to ease his trouble thoughts. However, the teen had no idea where his brother was, or if he even would remember him when they did meet again. “Marty, what do I do now? I’m lost here; I need your help, Big Bro.”

Those thoughts were soon interrupted by a solid substance kicking into the side of Travis’ body, a figure tumbling over the sitting teen and colliding with the marble steps with a thud. The teen stared over in shock at the man that tripped over him, unsure of what to do at that moment. When the man grunted and pushed himself up from the steps, Travis tensed up once more as a bloodied face peered over his shoulder and growled at the teen.

“What the hell are you doing, pal? You made me bleed!” The man hissed, peeling up off the stairs before hovering over Travis’ trembling form. “You little ****; you’re shaking like a leaf. I can’t believe a baby like you made me bleed. You’re so gonna get it, Baby Man!”

“I-I didn’t mean to-I was just-I-,” Travis stuttered as he tried to scoot away from the man, his back met with another pair of legs. The terrified teen ogled at the man behind him, a muscular man who was clearly a friend of the bloodied man. Things couldn’t get much worse than that. “I-I-.”

“There’s no running from us, Baby Man; time to take you out,” the bloodied man sneered, his fists ready to punch as he stepped closer to Travis. “Any last words?”

His icy blue orbs were wide as Travis gulped, his shivering form unable to flee as he spoke. “Yeah; I wanna go home!”

*~End Chapter Four~*
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« Reply #48 on: March 22, 2012, 06:47:17 am »

:O I'm... This is... Oh my... Alice, I haven't read your writing in quite a bit, so I forgot how AMAZING it is! I kinda want to take down all my old comments about how it was taking so long.
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« Reply #49 on: March 22, 2012, 08:49:10 am »

Thanx for the comment; life is tough but I'm already working on next chapter. Hopefully it'll be updated soon!
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« Reply #50 on: March 22, 2012, 03:29:33 pm »

Awesome. Great plot, I have to give you credit.
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« Reply #51 on: April 05, 2012, 09:44:24 am »

AN: Yay, another chapter managed to get typed! I’m so excited to finally pick this story back up again; it is literally my favorite novel I’m writing so far. I have been looking into plans to also work with my artist and begin production on this web comic as well so that will be exciting.

I think I’m going to release the bios for this story in the next couple of chapters so that you can be better introduced to all the characters that have made a stand so far. Also, if we complete the character design sketches soon, I’ll be sure to feature those soon ^_^

When our web comics finally launch, I’m going to create a new website to house said comics. I’ll have more news on that as we get closer to those dates though. Anyway, let’s just continue with the show.

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*~Chapter Five~*

Blurred vision was the least of Travis’ worries as sweat dripped into his wavering orbs, cuts allowing his blood to leak from his delicate skin and onto the cement below his fallen body. How long had it been since these vicious men dragged his sorry form into the back alleys and away from judgmental glances; beginning their torturous actions on the boy as he cried out in pain? Even now, the men’s cackles could be heard through his nearly deafened ears; Travis sinking further into his state of depression and pain as he awaited their next move. Would the next move finally end his consciousness or will they string him on just a little longer? The teen silently begged for it all to be over; he doubt he could take another painful jab.

“You think he’s had enough, Boss?” The main thug’s goon questioned as he tapped Travis’ side with his foot. “He hasn’t moved an inch for awhile now; maybe we should go ahead and leave him here.”

The leader huffed at such a suggestion, “and leave him here without teaching him his lesson? Not a chance! Besides, I’m not done with having my fun yet.”

“I-I’ve learned my lesson!” Travis managed to get out as he tried to catch his breath, the thugs glaring down at his feeble form in disbelief. “I’ll never get in your way again; just leave me alone!”

“Heh, you’re not getting off that easily,” the leader sneered as he snatched Travis up by his auburn curls and held him out to squirm in his grasps. “That’s right kid; cry like the Baby Man you are. We’ll show you once and for all never to stand in the way of me or my crew again.”

All of this pain because he happened to accidently sit in the leader’s way and knocked him on his face; wasn’t this world supposed to be some sort of Paradise? It was turning out to be just like the filthy cities of Travis’ world with criminals roaming the streets and causing pain to those who were of little deservance of such actions. This was more like his own personal hell.

“Ya mind?” A deep voice questioned from within the alleyway, the three involved in the tussle turning their attention to the brawny middle-aged man behind them. He seemed almost at redneck status with dusty red locks covered by a trucker hat, stubble over his chin and the slightest hint of teal eyes behind his ruffled bangs. His apparel wasn’t helping his case either; being a farmer’s button-up shirt, faded jeans and steel-toed boots. “Ya boys are in my way; I got an appointment and ya’ll making me late for it.”

Another grunt formed in the leader’s throat as he tossed Travis into the wall opposite him, letting the teen slide and sprawl out on the ground below. The other thug came around the other side of the newcomer, ready to pounce as his leader distracted him. “You can’t possibly be talking to me fool; you think you can order me around like it’s nothing? I’m one of the top contenders in this city,” the leader sneered, raising a fist to his newest opponent. “I guess you’ll also need a personal lesson courtesy of me.”

The fist went sailing through the air towards its victim, the redneck standing his ground as the attack neared his suspecting figure. Travis’ focus was off yet he bit his lip at the attack, wishing to scream for the man to run before things got out of hand. The men’s power should have been clear from the teen’s sorry excuse for a body that was bleeding and broken; this man was going to be suffering just as much as him if he didn’t flee.

“Heh, you think you’re powerful? I’ve never seen you in the Dome so I doubt you’re that powerful at all,” the redneck chuckled as a smirk formed on his lips.

“D-Dome?” The leader questioned mid-attack, crying out in pain as his fist was grabbed by the redneck and crushed like a grape. Once satisfied, the newcomer tossed away the leader who fell to the ground, holding up his clearly broken hand in shock. “A-Attack, you idiot!”

The lackey was stunned by the attack on his leader, unsure if he really wanted to try and jump this redneck that clearly had the power to take him on. “Y-You’re a fighter in the Dome?”

“Fighter?” The redneck cackled as he turned heel and grabbed onto the lackey’s shoulders, kneeing him in the groin and letting him crumble before him. “Heh, I’m one of the top contenders. I want ya’ll out of her before I signal the authorities and get ya chumps arrested for illegal fighting.”

The two men exchanged glances between one-another, the leader relinquishing a grunt before motioning for his lackey to aid him. The other thug, though strained from the attack on his groin, managed to get to his feet and limp over to his leader’s side. Once the lackey helped his up, the two of them escaped deeper into the alley where the shadows presided; Travis now alone with his savior, a redneck man with strength to throw around.

“Ya ok, Kid?” The redneck questioned once he made sure the duo was gone, kneeling down to examine the teen’s scarred physique. He frowned in disapproval, digging a hand into his pockets before pulling out a small bottle housing a bluish liquid. He uncorked the bottle and shoved it forward, opening the teen’s mouth and pouring the contents down Travis’ throat. “This’ll help ya.”

It only took a moment before Travis’ energy returned, the teen nearly vomiting the liquid he was forcefully given. “What the hell was that?” Travis cried out with a cough, trying to steady his beating heart. “Did you just give me poison? That stuff was disgusting!”

“It’s a potion; did ya seriously think something with healing power such as that would taste like sunshine and rainbows?” The redneck retorted with a chuckle as he patted the teen on the shoulder, motioning for him to stand with him. “Come on and get to ya feet, ya’re at least able to see and walk now without any trouble right?”

A slight hue of red formed on Travis’ cheeks at the question; it really did seem as if he were healed of all the pain inflicted from those thugs. Swallowing what little pride he had left, the teen replied, “yeah, I can see again; I might be a little slow too but I think I’ll be able to walk. Thanks for helping me; I was a goner if not for you.”

“It was nothing; ya would have easily lived,” the redneck answered, lifting up Travis with him as he stood. He kept his grasps firm on the teen, being sure to steady him before they even attempted to move forward. “Ya new to town or something; I would have thought ya would have signaled the authorities as soon as those punks started threatening ya.”

The red hue grew brighter as Travis avoided the other man’s eyes. “Yeah, I’m new and I don’t know about things in this city; what of it?” Travis snapped with a frown, embarrassed at how he seemed to this local contender.

The redneck chuckled at the teen’s response, quickly explaining himself to him. “Now, I wasn’t trying to hurt ya feelings or anything like that. Don’t worry about a thing; I’ll make sure ya don’t get bothered by those punks again. Where ya staying at? I’ll take ya there.” The man was greeted with silence, Travis still avoiding his eyes as the redneck sighed. “Ya don’t have a place to stay, do ya?”

“N-Not particularly; I just got here a little while ago,” Travis mumbled, hoping to recall Madeline telling him something about a residence or inn in the city. “To be honest, I only had one goal in mind and that was to get to the Library; now that I’ve done that, I really hadn’t thought things through on what to do next.”

“The Library; so ya’re an information gatherer or something?” The redneck questioned before releasing a chuckle. “Nah, nevermind that! I’ve been rude with not introducing myself; my name’s Timber. I’m a legend round here if ya must know; part of Team Power House.”

“Impressive,” the teen grumbled, ready to rid himself of anything to do with battles and brawls. “Look, I’m grateful again for what you did but I really should be figuring out where I’m going to stay tonight.”

Timber’s teal eyes were wide despite being hidden by his bangs, the middle-aged redneck reaching out to stop Travis from venturing away. “Wait a minute, Kid; you didn’t introduce yarself to me even though I did for ya. Plus, I said I was going to help ya and I meant it. Ya can stay with me tonight while ya figure things out; just tell me ya name so I know what to call ya.”

The teen grumbled yet relinquished the requested information, “my name is Travis; sorry, I’m just a little unsure with who I should really trust with my identity I guess.”

“No reason to be suspicious of me; I wouldn’t have saved ya if I didn’t think ya were remotely trustworthy,” Timber said with a grin, escorting the teen out of the alleyway and into the crowded streets once more. Travis was welcome to populated area; anything to get out of that dark place filled with torturous memories. “Tell ya what; I’ll take ya with me to my appointment and then ya can come with me to my place. Feel free to stay as long as ya want!”

“I appreciate the gesture but I’m no-,” Travis began but quickly paused, sighing with a look of defeat as he realized he needed to learn more about this city before he could truly handle his own. “Thanks so much; I accept your offer graciously.”

“Heh, now looks who’s sporting manners,” Timber said with a chuckle before helping Travis through the crowd, aiming out towards the towering stadium in the distance.  “Hope ya don’t mind me having to stop; I’m already pretty late for this appointment and I can’t simply skip out or anything like that.”

A gulp formed in Travis’ throat as he listened to Timber’s words. “Are you in some sort of trouble?” Travis questioned to his companion, Timber responding with his booming laughter. “I guess not?”

“Trouble? Nah, this is a meeting with a few friends of mine,” Timber said with a grin. “Being a part of Team Power House is an adventure in itself. Speaking of which, I’m guessing ya don’t know much about the Dome and the Crusaders since mentioning my team name hasn’t sparked any type of reaction from ya.”

A sigh escaped through the teen’s lips, “yeah, I have to admit I didn’t know a thing about the Crusaders until a little while ago; so therefore, I know nothing about the teams that fight there or who’s apart of them.”

“That’s sad; I was hoping ya would be stoked to hear who I was in the end,” Timber feigned a whine as he ushered through the crowd to the main walkways towards the Dome. “It’s cool though; ya’re about to see a few teams up close and personal.”

“I should have guessed,” Travis muttered under his breath, silently wishing he didn’t have to dip himself further into the battle pool than he already had been. However, his host was graciously looking out for him; the least he could do was suck it up and accompany him to his meeting. What could possibly go wrong?

“There’s Dante’s Pub up ahead; I knew it wouldn’t take us much longer,” Timber cheered as Travis blinked at the name; recalling it from somewhere before. “I just hope I’m not too late and they went on without me.”

The next events that played before Travis sent his whole body into shock; his icy blue orbs wide as a figure smashed through the tall glass window at the front of the pub. The shards rained down upon the cement as Timber pulled the teen backwards from the glass, the two of them gawking as the figure sailed through the air and landed in a heap on the ground. The figure was thin and belonged to a female no older than Travis, her body visibly shaken by the events that took place as she winced in pain. Cuts formed over her ivory skin from where the shards made contact, blood beading out from the slits and trailing down like a river.

“Oakley?” Timber called out to the figure, the girl managing to turn her head to glance at her addresser with embarrassment befalling her. “Oakley, what are you doing going through the window like that? Dante’s gonna kill us for that!”

“Yeah because I totally did that on purpose,” the girl mused with a groan, cherry cola locks falling over her kelly green eyes as she managed to pick herself up from the ground. Travis threatened to pull from Timber’s grasps to go aid the girl; however, the redneck pulled him back further to cease his attempts.

“Leave her be; she’s ok,” Timber muttered to his companion, motioning for Travis to watch as the one called Oakley stood straight before the opened space that she recently was tossed through like a ragdoll. “It might not look it now but she’s one of the toughest chicks this side of Doxie’s.”

The teen was in disbelief of such words; the girl was barely sixteen and had little muscle on those bones of hers. There wasn’t a weapon in sight on her person; the girl sporting a midriff tank held together with bamboo knobs and a tight black shorts covered by a sheer tribal skirt. A large collar was locked around her neck, a golden bell chiming there with every move she made. Tribal markings were sketched along the skin on her arms and cheekbones; Travis presuming her to be one of those surfing addicts who was absorbed in the tribal culture.

The only real abnormal thing about her was the furry, pointed ears protruding from her shaggy locks; in addition, she also had a thin, furry tail twitching in frustration at her current predicament. Was she some sort of cat girl?

Oakley kicked her sandals at the glass below her feet, frowning slightly before letting a hiss escape her lips. “Like hell I’m paying for this!” The girl cried as the markings on her arms and cheeks glowed as her arms were suddenly encased in fur; large claws replacing her fingers as she launched back into the pub.

Travis stood in awe at what he had seen, listening to the scuffle within the walls of the pub while Timber sighed. “D-Did she just-?” Travis stuttered, Timber nodding at his question begging to form from the repeated syllables.

“Yeah, she’s one of those shifting breeds; we’re lucky to have Oakley on our side because when she goes animalistic, there’s no escape,” Timber grumbled, stepping forward towards the pub that seemed in complete disarray. “Anyone sane left to tell me what’s going on here?”

Another figure bolted out of the open space where the window once stood, Travis gawking at the familiar face before him. Porter seemed slightly worn from his adventures in the impromptu battlefield, a large slice carved out of his cheek as he made his way to Timber’s side. What truly shocked Travis was the wiring showing where blood should have been; the circuitry sparking from the attack. Porter wasn’t a normal human at all; he was some sort of cyber genetic being. “Those assholes from Sanders’ Lot came through here and threatened this place; we told them to back off and they threw the first punch. Dante tried to stop the fight but it just got a little out of hand. Did you see what they did to poor Oakley? Now she’s going ballistic in there while I’m the only one available to calm her down. Timber, do something!”

There was little time for the redneck to ponder what was asked; Timber was already dashing into the pub to break up the fight between his friends and rivals. Porter was about to follow him into the fray when he turned his attention to Travis, his eyes wide in surprise at seeing the familiar face.

“Hey, it’s Country Boy!” Porter cheered with a grin despite his current injury, patting Travis’ shoulder happily to acknowledge his presence. “I was hoping I’d see you again though I had no idea it would ever be this soon! How ya been?”

“I-Is this really the time?” Travis stuttered as he motioned towards the Pub battlefield before them, fearful of what was to come.

“Oh right,” Porter gasped as he smacked himself in the forehead, motioning for another moment before also launching himself back into the fray. “I’ll be right back; don’t go too far ok!”

Travis was at a loss for words as he watched his new friends battle on in the pub, debating taking off in the opposite direction and seeking shelter at the Library. Though Matilda had threatened his life a few times; she was probably safer to deal with than this rowdy bunch.

*~End Chapter Five~*
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OT: I will eventually be continuing this story, I've been struggling a lot with writer's block as well as my focus being on other projects when I'm not too busy working and with life.
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