Scene 1: The Fallings and Awakenings
S.S.U.V.A has been fighting off the villain, Tor, for awhile now
Crounus has a plan to stop Tor, by using his Seltizer Rocks to lock away Tor in Time, since Tor would have all the other villains escape The Breaching (The Prison inside B.R.U.S.E), but Xero wasn’t comfortable with Crounus committing to that plan, since he had already done the calculations, and if Crounus sealed away Tor, there would be a 95% chance that Crounus’ Seltizer Rocks would swallow the Universe whole
Crounus didn’t care, though, and stood in a dedicated spot, throwing up his sword, with the blade downwards.
Xero yells, “Crounus if you do this, I will have no choice but to banish you from where you reside!”
Crounus yells back, “You’re too SOFT to do what is necessary!”
“That’s the difference between you… and me… Rookie.”
He thrusts down his sword.
Before Crounus’ sword is able to make contact with the ground, Xero casts a blow to Crounus.
Crounus is thrusted back, and everything becomes slow-mo then Xero throws many different chains, some take a dozen of Crounus’ Seltizer rocks, Xero leaving him only one, and the other grabbing a pouch on Crounus’ hip, and another is placed
Crounus’ armor turns into pixels, and his armor goes into the pouch Xero has.
A new armor appears on Crounus.
Time then goes back to regular speed and Crounus’ body is thrown into the portal and it closes.
A huge gust of winds circles Xero. A blinding light, shaped as a dome expands at the spot of the portal. Xero tries running, but is not able to outrun it, swallowed by it.
Jaron, a bit distant, but able to watch the event unfold,.the dome got its max point, and the dome popped, and light flickered everywhere, growling was heard, and so was laughter, a new villain had come to the show.
Jaron ran over, but he was unable to spot Xero anywhere, left in his place was his bowie knife, Crounus’ pouch/rocks, and a note. Jaron read the note aloud as his other teammates came running behind him.
The note read:
To Jaron: (And the rest of the team)
I’m still alive…somewhere…not with you guys
Though I’m out there, so just believe, I’ll make it back
There’s no understanding where I’m at, but I have some
words I would like to say, First, I hope I did the right thing
By banishing Crounus, he could have ended everything,
Second, tell her, Jaron you know, that I deeply love her, even though
she’s with a different guy, just tell her that, I know I tried my best and failed, but
please Jaron, just tell her that’s how I feel. Last but not least, take care of my family and my son until I get back, and yeah, huge shock, I have a son.
Pray for me to come home, Your Thunderstruck friend, Xero
Jaron looks to others, amazed at the letter, then he turns and looks straight at them, from far behind him he hears a voice call out “You will all perish to my joyful doom, because of the sorrow you brought to my life by giving me these powers, say hello to the ruin you’ve created of me.”
Jaron looks to the mountaintop behind him, seeing an outline of a figure standing there, the figure does a back flip and falls behind the mountain.
Jaron looks back at the others, “Guys, I know we just lost two of our members, but right now we have a threat on our hands, so let’s defeat this foe in honor of Xero and Crounus.”
Jaron then walks towards their HQ as the others follow behind.
Scene Two: Crounus’ “Delightful” New Atmosphere
Crounus, lies unconscious on the ground, stands up suddenly, exploring his surroundings.
A hovering, robotic, ghost figure appears behind Crounus, within this, senses and turns around, with sword drawn
“Woah there buddy,” the figure says to Crounus as his hands flip up, “I’m not here to harm anyone.”
Crounus steps closer, to where is blade tip touches the edge of the figure’s chin, slowly raising his chin to not get cut by the blade.
“Where am I!?,” Crounus yells violently as a purple liquid starts to pour on the blade.
“Young Sir, if you could so please, remove your blade from my throat so I may speak,” the figure says
Crounus puts down his blade, “Explain everything, dammit!”
“Crounus, I will explain everything,” the figure states
Crounus looks puzzled “How do you know my name?,” going to put his blade back in posture,
“I said I would explain everything,” the figure says, looking at the blade with seriousness.
Crounus puts his blade back to his side and looks at the figure with full attention.
“You are in The Reach,” the figure says as looking around, showing Crounus about, “also known as the pureness of Time itself,” the ghost explains. “Once you die and before you are born, you come here, if severely punished, you are sent to prison, you however, have been exiled here, by your own colleague.”
“How long could I possibly be here for?” Crounus asks, gripping his blade with might.
“Well…,” the figure says while thinking, “you could be here for your entire life, until you unfortunately perish, unless someone is able to extricate you,” the figure says as it was most likely that wouldn’t happen.
Crounus was shocked and puzzled, thinking back to the previous events between him and Xero.
“I could possibly help you though,” the figure says, “I haven’t properly introduced myself, everyone here claims me as Aide, and as I know, you’re Crounus,” the figure says.
Crounus looks at Aide, “What do you mean the other others call you that?”
“You’re not the only one who’s been banished here, people from contrasting dimensions have been sent here for many logical reasons” Aide explains
“Death row, magic wielding, prison time, all sorts of contrasting articles.” Aide continues
A light of blue blinks on Aide’s side, “A new comer has arrived, I need to go, I’ll be back.”
Aide quickly floats off into one direction, as a new figure floats up to Crounus.
“Hello Crounus, I am Revet, I’ve been informed that the Tribal is still deciding on what to do for you, I’ve been instructed to treat you in the best ways, however,” the figure states
Revet shifts his hands, making the ground rumble underneath Crounus’ feet. The ground starts to crumble and crack open, as an enormous building, resembling that of a mansion, begins to rise out of the ground. The building was too much for Crounus, he liked life simply, but he couldn’t complain.
“There you go Crounus, get yourself cleaned up. You’ll need to go visit The Tribal, they should, by then, have determined what will happen to you.” Revet says as he quickly leaves
Crounus looks at the gigantic building, before going inside the mansion. Within the bedroom, he opens one of the closets, scouting out two handles inside, there he rests his sword and his ax.
Crounus then unravels his hood, unclicks his belt, straps off his cape, and slowly takes off his armor. He looks at himself in the mirror, finding himself covered in dirt and mud, as well as feeling exhausted. He steps into the shower, washing himself in ice cold water, trained to do so in order to be the strongest he could be.
Crounus thinks miserably hard in the shower, interrupted once again by receiving dozens of flashbacks rushing through his mind. He’s infuriated, leading to him punching a hole in the wall; his hand slightly bleeds.”
“Are you alright sir?” A woman’s voice calls from outside the curtain
“What is a woman doing here? Shouldn’t a prince have his space!” Crounus says as he slightly, but aggressively opens the shower curtain
Crounus looks at the woman suited in an armored dress. The dress sparkled with red, and gold plated on it, matching her skinny structure.
Crounus, mesmerized with the woman, looks up to her face, spotting her brownish hair, while also seeing her with mascara and other sorts of makeup.
“You don’t seem to be like the others” Crounus says to the woman, calmer than ever
“That’s because I was never to be here, I was killed in my past life. Now, I serve as a maid,” the woman says sarcastically. “I brought these towels for you,” the woman follows
Crounus grabs the towel off the top of the stack the woman is holding, and drys his hair. The woman then turns around as Crounus steps out and wraps the towel around his waist
“What’s a bodybuilder like you doing in a place like this?” the woman says almost flirty
“I don’t really talk to servants” Crounus mumbles under his breath rudely
“I’m here…because of chance, not choice. Questioning the choices of my comrade, who has banished me to this fallen land.” Crounus says rethinking the events that had gone down times before
“Oh, that sounds rough,” the woman says
“Heh, like you’d know” Crounus mumbles, with slight frustration brought to his face
“I never got a name?” the woman asks
“It’s Crounus, Prince of Valorui Kingdom!,” Crounus says with pride, his towel almost slipping
“Thy Sir Crounus? The name’s Nila of the Southern Arks. I was killed by my own husband in my past life.” Nila responds with
“Traitors in your past life I scour. Likely seen comparable, between us,” Crounus says
“Yeah, though I’m getting better…” Nila becomes worried “Now you best hurry up, the Tribal awaits you.” she replies
Nila quickly stumbles out, almost tripping over herself, as Crounus spots the new clothes laying on a shelf,
“I see this is no proper attire for a prince,” Crounus says as he grabs the shirt and throws it back on the shelf.
Looking around the whole building, with no other clothes, “Well at least no one will see me like this, Jaron would make a piece of me.” Crounus says as he puts on the clothes, then walks out, seeing his armor, resting on its stand. Watching it with glory, as he often was not seen without the armor. Crounus gives it one last look before walking out. As from behind, his sword, resting on its hook, started glowing with teal and yellow.
…to be continued
