Jay Alkain stands alone.


"It takes a strong man… to deny what's in front of him." The gun fell out of Akron's hand, down to the floor, and shattered like glass into a thousand pieces, scattering across the mirrored floor. Jay's face ceased its stern, violent look, as he exhaled deeply and lowered the smoking gun in his hand.

In front of him, the mirror image of Akron stood there, wounded, bleeding from the stomach. "Stronger than you were," Jay replied, as his tears began to dry. "Whatever you say," Akron replied coarsely, as the mirror began to crack a little.

"Whatever happens next, don't be too hard on yourself," Akron said, as the mirror began to crack even more, the glass slowly splitting apart, the image of Akron becoming more and more distorted. "Even now, after all you've done, you can live on." And then the mirror shattered, glass raining down onto the dark, invisible floor, and then, Akron was no more.

"Lucky you."

Jay stood there for a couple of minutes, seeing the sun rise again behind the dark clouds, symbolizing the return of hope after a long, harsh ordeal. Jay dropped the gun, it falling to the floor with a soft metallic clank as its use was no more.

Then the sound of sirens rung in Jay's ears. The sound of police sirens, and his vision began to be blinded by the sun. He began walking forwards, the sun shining so bright that it obscured his vision entirely. Then he fell to his knees, as the whole world changed around him. He had made his choice, and now the world changed.

No Divinius, no Chessary Corporation, no Project Akron, no Dracomorphic Engine, no nothing.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a familiar place. He still wore his Duel Disk, still wore his familiar clothes, but now, the white bandages had returned. He was there, in the middle of a ruined building in the Satellite, as the sirens customary of Sector Security came driving in from the streets. Within moments, he was surrounded. He stood up, Duel Disk at the ready, and met them.

A large, muscular man stepped off his bike, and pulled the built-in microphone out of his helmet. "Command, this is Trudge. I think we found him," He said, as he walked in front of his bike, and Jay walked down from the rubble to meet him. "Kid," He began talking, but an officer alerted him. "He's got a Duel Disk!" He alerted, the officers clearly aware of his dangerous psychic powers.

Jay's face was a mask as he walked slowly closer to the officers, the distance now being around twelve meters between Trudge and the haggered Jay. "It's okay, hold your fire," He said, though the officers kept their guns trained on him. "I don't understand…" Another officer mused loudly, as Jay slowly walked closer, before stopping. "Look at his eyes," Another replied. "Something's not right."

Trudge held out his hand towards him as he slowly walked closer to Jay. "Kid, we are here to help. But I need you to put down your Duel Disk." Trudge said, slowly and clearly, but Jay's face was a mask. His face was that of barely contained fury.

"He's not complying!" An officer exclaimed. "He's shell-shocked, give him a second!" Trudge replied in return, momentarily looking backwards to give the officer a stern look, before looking back at Jay, and holding out his hand. "Just hand me your Duel Disk, kid," Trudge pleaded calmly. "We're here to take you somewhere safe."

"Can he even hear you?" Another officer mused, and Trudge got visibly angry. "Quiet!" He called out, as he took another step closer to Jay. Jay gritted his teeth. His fury and bloodlust came welling back. He felt his now-godly power flare violently, as his big wings of energy formed themselves on his back, and a low, guttural roar started to build up in his throat. The ground started to shake, and the officers began to shake in fear, as none of them were permitted to fire unless they were attacked first.

A thick, crimson aura began to surround Jay as his eyes began to glow behind his bandages, and his face twisted into a face that showcased all his anger, frustration, pain and sadness.

"Deactivating," The gentle female voice in his Duel Disk said, as it then slid off his arm and landed on the floor with a low 'thunk', and vaporized into red energy, that quickly dissipated into the air. Jay's power calmed down, and he fell to his knees. Trudge got a sad, pitiful look on his face as he grabbed him gently by the shoulder, and led him over to one of the officer's cars. "It's over," Jay muttered under his breath, and Trudge gave him a reassuring gentle squeeze. "It's over." He assured, as he closed the car door beside him as Jay was sat down inside the patrol car.

The car started up, and drove off, the convoy headed across the Satellite, headed for the Facility, headed somewhere to give Jay a cell where he could be in peace. "Hey, kid?" The driver suddenly said, stirring Jay from his trance. "Sorry to bother you but… eyewitnesses claim they saw you screaming in agony in that building. That you were like a rabid animal, that you looked like you had been through a millennium of hard fighting. I have to ask… how did you survive all that?"

Jay's response was heartbreaking.

"Who said I did?"


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