Infinity: Rising of the Soul Weavers

* Richello - All We Are *

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"Oi, captain!" Rachel calls out to Mike, who's now wearing his soccer uniforms.

Black shorts, white and gold T-Shirt, with kneehigh black socks, special soccer turf shoes, and of course, the black wristband that marks him as the captain.

With his blonde hair along with his uniform, he looked like the human version of a bumblebee.

Funnily enough, they weren't called the bumblebees, but rather, the Black Knights, as it was the team's mascot.

Having finished with the basic warm up, the game still had about ten minutes till it starts.

"Didn't you say angel boy is coming?" Rachel asked Mike once he was within earshot.

"Uhm" he nodded, "or that was the plan", he said tiredly while looking down.

The coaches, players, talent seekers and even other players on a professional level were all bombarding Mike with questions about Draven, since he was the closest thing to a friend in the soccer team he'd ever had.

Many wanted to recruit Draven to their teams or at least make him famous so they can get some money, after all, the kid has his special way if playing and he'd proven that he's the best in the province, countless times in the past.

The news about him quitting this year was a hope breaker, but when they heard he's coming back, they couldn't keep their grin in check.

Recruiting a good player brings many benefits to the team's after all, especially a young talented one like Draven.

Yet, Mike knew no more than they did.

"LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE F*CK! HAVE I NOT TOLD YOU TO F*CK OFF ALREADY? TOUCH ME A SECOND TIME AND I'LL SEND THE F*CKING SKY CRASHING UP YOUR DONUT SIZED A*SHOLE! F*CKING C*NT!"

"What in the..." was all that Rachel could mutter before looking at the source of the young, yet thundering voice.

Almost instantly, the people near the source quieted down, and then the people near then, and so a quick domino effect took place revealing the source.

A little girl that can't possibly be older than ten was scolding, or rather, humiliating and threatening a 14 year old year old boy.

Her honey bronze skin shone under the warm sun, reflecting the golden rays into the atmosphere.

Light brown hair covered her small back, while her hazel eyes threatened to pierce the boy in front of her.

The boy looked almost as if he's about to faint, colour already drained from his face.

"OI, DIDN'T YOU LITTLE SH*T HEAR ME ALREADY? F*CK OFF!"

It's not that the boy didn't want to run for his life, but he was frozen in fear.

Asking this little girl out was the worst idea to ever cross his mind.

She was the most beautiful and adorable girl he'd ever seen in his life, it made him almost unaware of how young she was.

Although in his defence, Maya was actually 13, only a year younger than himself.

He'd heard from his friends with shy girls that say no the first time, he's got to be more forceful.

He only tried to hold her hand, against her will.

And it had backfired, to say the least.

Yet, he didn't know where it went wrong, since he's only done what his friends had told him to.

"OMG! DID YOUR BRAIN F*CKING SHORT-CIRCUIT OR DID YUGHU-"

A hand covered her mouth to prevent whatever bombs she was still trying to throw at the poor lad from breaching out.

"Maya! Goddamn it! The whole stadium is starting at you!" she whispered loudly in Maya's ear.

"LIKE I GIVE A SHIHGHH"

Covering her mouth again, Maria was quite embarrassed with her daughter.

No one could have imagined that such a small frame would host such deadly sonic bombs!

"Hey! What would Draven think if he sees you like that?!"

That made her quiet down almost instantly, and stop resisting Maria's hand.

Sighing, Maria removed her hands back to her side.

She knew that Maya was exceptionally stressed out because Draven hasn't come yet, and even more, since they know that he had a small mission to take care of.

He couldn't hide that he's an assassin from his family, but he still didn't tell them that it wasn't just a random mission, but one where he'd take revenge for his little sister and all the pains she's felt during her early childhood.

"But he's not here yet..." Maya's body language did a quick 180, she sat back in her seat, head down and eyes tearing up.

The audience along with the players, even the announcer, were all left speechless at the spectacle in front of them.

That girl would easily get an Emmy Award.

The quick switch from a walking Nuke to just an innocent sad little girl made many flinch.

"Hey, don't worry about it", Maria said as she hugged Maya's frame "He'll be here soon, he promised us after all, didn't he?" she said while wiping the silent tears away with the back of her index, off of Maya's cheeks and eyes.

"Uhm" Maya nodded, " He did."

"What in the world-" muttered Rachel at the scene.

Along with her, Mike, Remi, and Jake didn't know what to say or do, so they just sat down quietly, waiting for the game to start.

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Looking at the 'thing' in front of him, Draven couldn't help but try his hardest not to puke.

Although he's an assassin, he'd never killed out of joy and personal feelings.

He'd never killed innocents, only b*stards that have already killed or tortured too many lives.

This was the first time he'd taken his time to make sure his victim suffered the most pain possible.

What was once Lady Luck, now resembled a bloody 'thing' that was chained to the wall of the warehouse, 2 feet over the ground.

If someone focused beyond the blood, they'd realize that there was no more skin covering most of the muscles, bones, and organs.

Cuts could be seen all over the motionless 'thing'.

Constant application of his Ruler's Touch made sure that his victim never dies before he allows it.

And only after he was satisfied that Lady Luck had felt more pain that she'd inflected to any of her victims combined, had he healed her again.

The process kept going till he was feeling dizzy.

Although a killer, he'd never smelled so much blood, nor seen such a mess, thanks to his sword that would make it evaporate, along with every fiber of his victim's being.

Even though he had planned on keeping Lady Luck alive to torture her some more over the days, he's given up. He wasn't cut for this.

With a small flex of his hand, thin air condensed and materialised as an ominous looking crimson sword, covered in his own red aura.

In a flash, he cut through the thing's neck, separating the head from the shoulders, only to turn it into red bloody dust and evaporate after a split second.

Having cleaned up his mess, and with being so tired, he retracted his energy that was forming the red chains, as he dropped his armour, prompting his shadow to go back where it belongs, he dropped on the floor.

"For five minutes... I need to rest for five minutes...." he muttered before passing out in the cold warehouse.

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