Shadow Slave | School Days

An explosion shook the ground below as Sunny watched the engine of a lone helicopter fail in monumental fashion. What goes up, had to eventually come down. And that was exactly what he was planning for, with his eyes remaining focused, he didn't allow himself the opportunity for stray thoughts as he rushed into battle.

Their charge was marked with a deafening roar. Swordsmen charged from the front with their blades raised high, while men armed with fully automatic rifles aimed them directly at Sunny's head with steeled expressions. Despite their mission, they knew it from the very beginning.

Come with the intent to kill or die brutally.

His first opponent, a swordsman, swung his blade in a wide arc, aiming to cleave Sunny in two. Sunny ducked low, the golden knife flashing upward to sever the man's wrist as music thundered in his ears. Before the sword hit the ground, Sunny kicked it from the mans hands, sending the tip of the blade flying into another man's throat as he narrowed his eyes, dodging the shower of blood with ease.

Sunny spun, the diamond knife slicing through the throat of a nearby attacker as Sunny leapt onto his back, spinning the taller man's body as he aimed the shower of blood into the closest mans eyes. And in a moment, all around him had become sources for new, flowing blood.

Moving like a whirlwind, his knives disappeared within his hands as he cut and killed faster than the eye could see. Another opponent had their strike parried as Sunny plunged his knife into the mans heart. Sunny reached down, intending to rip the man's heart from his chest and make an example out of him.

But the gunmen were already firing.

Bullets whizzed past Sunny, kicking up dirt and rubble as he deflected them with practiced ease. These bullets were far slower than the initial volley, not even making a single cut arrive on Sunny's pristine skin as he continued to march forward. Finally, they had to reload.

Sunny hurled his blade with pinpoint accuracy at a gunman. It's sharp tip slicing through the man's arm as Sunny encroached on his position in moments. Grabbing the gun from his hands, Sunny filled it with bullets faster than the remaining gunmen could reload as he shot the man in the head.

Aiming his gun upward, Sunny fired off rounds at the second helicopter as it too began leaking fuel from it's engine. Finally, the first one lost it's stability as it collided with the ground in an earth-shattering explosion. Slicing off a man's head, Sunny skewered it with his blade before flicking his wrist, sending it flying at another man.

Half of them were killed by the explosion.

Staring at the lingering flames with wide eyes, Sunny smiled slightly to himself as memories of Revel flashed through his mind. His mothers warm smile, the loving gaze she gave to Rain and the warm embrace she offered to him as she declared him her son.

'Mom, are you seeing this? This is your funeral service. One hundred and fifty thousand is far too little. More blood shall be spilt, for yours was far more valuable and yet they couldn't allow you to keep it.' 

Thinking of his mother opened up Sunny's mental wounds further as his mind fractured. She was Revel, his mother. She was the first one to call him family since his parents died. She was everything to him.

They took her from him.

They killed her.

They made her suffer.

Renewing his rage, Sunny dropped to the ground as a barrage of bullets tore through the air above him. Leaping to his feet like a spring, he adjusted his headphones for a moment before closing the distance between himself and the nearest gunner in a heartbeat.

And then, he what nobody would expect.

He reached forward, biting the man straight on the jugular and ripping his throat from his body.

--

Jet was seated within her quaint home as she scrolled through her phone with a small smile on her face. Although Sunny and several students had disappeared, such things were not a problem for her. After all, one could leave such matters to the police.

Currently, her days had gone by in quick and mundane fashion. So, she allowed herself the opportunity of doing what she loved the most. Nothing. Sitting down, she held her phone in her hand and continued to scroll idly as she stared at the ceiling blankly.

"To think, from outskirts orphan to here! Hah! Fuck you fate!" She declared as she turned her attention to her television. Before she could turn it on, the screen burst to life in a flurry of colours as Jet immediately found herself enamoured.

Initially, she had thought a movie was being played out until none of her methods to switch the channel worked. Her screen was locked entirely into place as she watched an onyx haired woman display a valiant last stand, only to succumb to her injuries.

A part of Jet's mind wanted to deny it, wanted to deny that anything she saw was real. But she saw it all too well, she saw Revel's intestines threaten to spill from her body as a torrent of blood escaped her abdomen that no human could survive.

It was impossible, yet so real. She had heard of it in her childhood, a place called the underworld where crime was prevalent, where strength was law. And yet, such a place seemed so distant, the outskirts had been portrayed as heaven on earth in comparison.

And now, she saw it's effects rear their ugly head.

But what happened next was even more impossible. Jet felt her mouth drop open as she watched a pale, short young man land at blinding speeds next to the dying body. His presence alone enough to make three of those monsters flee in unison as he shared an intimate moment with the woman.

And then, he killed.

He killed and didn't stop.

He killed and didn't rest.

He killed without remorse.

Blood splattered across her screen like a wave as she watched thousands of men lose their lives in mere moments. It was like she was watching a war. A war against a single man.

Where were the military? Where were the police? None of them could be found, their forces likely being rendered utterly irrelevant as she saw a single young man take down two helicopters in rapid succession.

But that wasn't what scared her. It was the familiarity. She knew who this boy was. Despite his change in hair colour, she knew who he was. She had met him. She had spoken to him. She had attempted to save him from his hell.

She was watching Sunny massacre hundreds of thousands alone.

--

Now, there were a hundred thousand left.

What stood before them, breathing heavily as blood from his enemies coated his face was a harrowing demon. In only three hours he had killed two hundred thousand people and with every step forward he took a hundred thousand steps were taken backward.

Sunny's eyes narrowed as he felt several powerful presences collide with the floor before him. Morgan, Tyris and Gilead were in his presence. Gripping his knives tightly, Sunny stared at the three with a heated expression as Morgan smiled at him.

That sickening smile.

"Sunny, sit." Instinctually, Sunny felt his body move as he lowered himself to the ground. Pants of fatigue escaped his lips as he stared up at Morgan, who looked at him with a passive expression before lowering herself down, so her lips were next to his ear.

"It's my fault you escaped, no? I guess I'll need to make you addicted to me next time we're alone together. You'll only be able to think of me, my body, my voice." Her chants rang through Sunny's head, a throbbing headache growing as rage bubbled within his soul to give him clarity.

In the next moment, his hand lashed upward at blinding speeds as he drew a wide arc into the air. Morgan barely had enough time to lean back as his golden knife passed by harmlessly over her face. Leaping back, she turned to Tyris with a small smile as Sunny took a moment to gather himself.

"It appears his grief and rage have given him enough fuel needed to resist my commands. This won't last forever; what do you say we give him another thirty minutes to tire himself out?" Tyris could only silently nod, the three disappearing in a combined blur as Sunny stared down the remaining cloud of people.

Today, he would kill them. And then, he would kill Morgan. He would kill until he could kill no longer. None of them would survive, it was his will. It was his resolve.

It was his revenge.