Snippet #2763897

Unnamed Factory, Unimportant Location:

Smash! Clatter clatter!

If anyone around was even going to bother walking in this area, they might hear the sounds of violence and gangs. They would hear the sounds of broken bottles and metal bats. But then, they might also hear the voices of the future victims.

"Clarke! They are getting closer!"

"Clara! Stay behind me! I will protect you!"

It was two young children that were the supposed victims. It might seem strange for sure, but this was a calculated attack. Recently, other groups had been getting more of a ruthless status, so they decided to correct that mistake, and they figured this was the best way to do this. These two siblings never did anything wrong, even as the large man raised his bat. But in this world, image and fear was important.

Yes, he would swing his metal bat into their skulls and become the true king of ruthlessness.

"Ehhhhh?"

And yet, a single voice made everyone freeze, if only for a moment. The gang leader, and the various members with him, turned around to see Zilas Black with a confident grin on his face.

"Well, that would just be a waste. I know, you two!" Zilas said, looking over to the eleven year old boy Clarke and his nine or ten year old sister Clara....clearly whoever named them was going for soem sort of theme. "How would you like to live as my servants? To be honest, its really hard to clean my entire home myself so I have been considering it for some time. Well? Being able to live in exchange for serving me?"

Of course, Zilas actually hated people who would pick on, and especially experiment on, children, so he was always going to help regardless. But Zilas was still selfish, and wanted to get something out of this.

Unfortunately, Clarke just saw what he believed to be his only ray of hope, so he decided to take it.

"Yes yes! So please, save us!"

The other gang members looked around confused, not seeing how Zilas could possibly kill them, and so they started to run towards him...but then the one who was closest to him seemed to explode for no discernable reason, and the second one was knocked back by the force of the blow.

"Now now, lets be patient here. You, how about you have a chair?"

Suddenly, an old metal chair flew through the air and smashed into the man's skull. At the same time, one man's arms who was wearing these obnoxious metal bracelets. It was a lot easier to telekinetically control objects rather then people, though Zilas could do both.

At this point, Zilas seemed pretty scary now....although in truth, he actually had a poker face on. No, he expected he could kill them all, and was prepared to do so but...why did that first guy explode? Even Zilas had no clue what happened there? Did that guy have grenades on him or something, and Zilas hit them with a telekinetic blast? That would explain everything, except why they had the grenades. Well, given everything that goes on in the world, Zilas was sure illegal weapons were traded all the time, but grenades seemed a bit too difficult to procure.

He made a mental note for later, look into illegal weapons distribution. Maybe, he would have use for this guy after all. He still had some empty cells on his ship.

Either way, Zilas still had some thugs. It looks like one of them finally had the smart idea to try and take hostages, a first considering so far all they did was act poorly. Zilas teleported over there, and unleashed psychokinetic bolts at once while creating a barrier between them. The comical scene of watching a man smash into a wall was also quite soothing for Zilas.

Though, when a wrench came from behind and started beating him to death, while his partner fell after being killed by psychokinetic bolts, that was pretty much it.

"I give them...an F. First off, their response time was sloppy. Secondly, I was here for some time before they even noticed me, moving things into place. Third, they had guns, and they didn't use them at the start? And, it took them that long to think of using hostages? Terrible, absolutely terrible. Its like they were intentionally trying to fluke this fight".

"Well...they do usually rely on raw power rather then strategy..."

"Huh...well, didn't do them much help here. Had they bothered thinking things through, this would not have been so easy for me. Or you know, if some of them wore body armor and didn't just carry grenade...oh, right. There is that other bothersome group, I heard a rumor they were doing trades with weapons brokers to...this guy, he is the leader right?"

Clarke just nodded at Zilas' words. Zilas waved his hand and the wrench fell to the ground before it could finish the guy off. After that, he picked up Clarke, Clara, and then kicked his foot into the nearly dead guy.

"Well then, maybe I can get some information from him in an interrogation. And a deal is a deal, remember that".

The siblings gulped as he said that, but in truth Zilas had another reason for doing this. If they had run here, instead of home or somewhere else, and given their appearance, ZIlas was sure they were orphans on the street. Given how chaotic things were getting, especially in this area where apparently they had grenades now, it didn't feel right for him to leave them in such a dangerous place.

And then, he teleported them all away....where they would all subsequently puke afterwards. Teleportation is something you have to get used to, the first time is always unpleasant. Even Zilas puked his first time.

A few days later, and he learned about the arms dealer that had given them their weapons, and that this person was apparently going to New York to make more deals.