Snippet #1588517

It took Jecht a while to note the zombie's abilities, digesting anything? A walking junk-yard so to speak, or that was what he thought at least. In the meantime, the so called 'Lord' had entered the building, judging both mutants who so easily gave away their abilities and their downsides. Superb, so what I thought was a random gathering was actually an invitation to start some sort of fighting group. I'll pass. As quickly as he entered, Jecht had left. He wouldn't be of use anyway, following someone wasn't one of his traits and if that Imperator guy was going to 'help' them. Yeah, he'd leave, for now.

It wasn't long after Jecht had left the alleyway behind, a large explosion originated right behind him. Obviously the ones who did that weren't just neighbours to ask for a cup of sugar. "And this is where I can safely assume I have stayed here for far too long." Not wanting to become one of the S.W.A.T.'s little pets, Jecht set it up for a run, which for him, was quite easy. Too bad two their members had already spotted his presence...

The safest spot to get rid of his chasers, was perhaps, where he started his day. 'The Park'. "Aaron, he is heading for the park, we need reinforcements to corner him there.", "Roger that Seth!" Jecht didn't hear anything further, he just needed to shake them off was all, and possibly if needed... to kill them. Passing human civilians would run off into a corner, frightened from the chase itself. They clearly knew what the two armed men were hunting, and some of them yelled 'Shoot the damned Freak!'.

"I am not going to make a silent comeback in the park, obviously they are going to ambush me there with a zillion other men." Without further hesitating, Jecht ran into the nearest alleyway, the two S.W.A.T. members foolishly following him. "This alleyway is a dead end, we got him cornered!" But little did they know, Jecht lead them in the alleyway intentionally. "Nobody watching, good..." Immediately he stopped dead in his tracks, reaching for a metal pipe that lay on the ground. "Do you really think you can take us freak?" The voice cracked from behind Jecht, yet he did not respond, he only glared at the man. Suddenly his hand started emitting the black flame, the ritual symbol shining on the top of his hand as the metal pipe from around his hand, making a metal glove. To finish it, a sharp spike grew along the length of Jecht's arm, a blade.

"If you dare, shoot me now. Because I won't surrender just like that.", "It is your funeral kid." The two men foolishly aimed their rifles at the boy, bullets bouncing of the walls behind the mutant. "I-Impossible! It was a perfect hit! W-Wait, how'd you do that?!" Jecht just smiled, kicking his feet off the ground as he jumped behind one of the man, slashing the unlucky human in his back. "Ahh!", "You shouldn't cry, I only gave you a simple cut." The two S.W.A.T. members were cornered themselves now. "Who the hell are you!" the other men demanded, but his answer was given from his team mate. "The records aren't there to prove it, as he isn't a large threat. But... I think this is Spectre, a kid who kills without getting seen by his victims." Jecht raised an eyebrow, laughing at the stupid explanation of his name.

"So that's the reason why you choose that name. I was already starting to wonder, why would they name me Spectre? Surely they could come up with a better name. But now I see, you guys really have a lot of imagination." Without further delay, Jecht charged at the injured member, this time a more fatal blow. "Shooting me was a bad idea, I don't like to be shot even though the bullets will miss me anyway." He was too busy killing the man, that his team mate had the time to leap from behind and force Jecht to the ground. "You cursed freak! You'll pay for that! I will make sure you imprisonment will be hell! Jecht didn't try to squirm, wouldn't help one bit anyway. Now if only his luck worked like wishing for an anvil to drop on the damned S.W.A.T. member's head...