Scene – "Delivery for the Undead"
Three bikes roared into the eastern cemetery.
They weren't just any bikes—heavy, engine-growling beasts that thundered through the graveyard with zero subtlety.
Ron, Carter, and Locki rolled to a stop in front of the vampire crypt. All three wore Bruce's now-iconic black undercover outfit, complete with face masks and long coats.
> "You think he'll hear us coming?" Carter smirked.
> "I'm counting on it," Ron replied, stepping off his bike.
But what they didn't know… was that they'd been followed.
At a nearby restaurant, Akira Antonito, an old friend of Ron's, had overheard their conversation. Curious—and slightly reckless—he hopped on his bicycle and tailed them all the way to the graveyard.
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Ron walked to the crypt door and knocked casually.
> "Delivery," he called. "Your package is here. Please open."
The door creaked open.
It was the same grandma vampire who had bitten him before.
Before she could react—CRACK!
Ron slammed his weapon across her face—a custom baseball bat, powered by his own Ki. It wasn't ordinary steel. It was a gift by DA, built to disrupt vampire regeneration and amplify the user's essence.
Carter and Locki followed, wielding bats of their own.
> "Time to sweep the house," Locki muttered.
The three stormed the lair, bashing through hordes of sleeping vampires. The bats crackled with energy as each blow knocked out their enemies without killing them—yet.
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Meanwhile, Akira crept inside behind them, still on foot.
> "This is crazy… but also kinda cool," he muttered, sneaking through the crypt halls.
Then—a shriek.
One of the knocked-out vampires stirred, lunged, and sank its fangs into Akira's shoulder.
He screamed.
> "HELP!!"
The sound hit them like a bomb.
The trio turned and sprinted back toward the entrance. They found Akira slumped against the wall, veins darkening, skin paling. He was changing.
Ron froze.
This was his friend.
He clenched the bat, eyes trembling. Guilt. Anger. Helplessness.
> "I…"
Before he could act, Carter stepped forward and knocked Akira unconscious with a single strike.
> "No time," Carter said grimly. "We get him out—now."
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They carried Akira out and retreated to Bruce's safehouse, not far from the graveyard. Everyone wondering where the hell does this guy came from.
Inside, Ron sat in silence beside his friend's unconscious body, wrestling with guilt.
> "I should've protected him…"
> "We're not done yet," Locki said. "And we've got one more reason to win now."
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Would you like help continuing from here—maybe with Akira's transformation arc, or the aftermath conversation between Ron and Bruce about what to do next? You've got a solid squad forming, and the emotional stakes are rising fast.
Bruce hovered over Akira's unconscious body, scanning vitals and cellular activity. Despite all his medical expertise, nothing worked. The vampiric infection was advancing fast.
Ron sat nearby, fists clenched so tight that blood dripped from between his fingers onto the cold steel floor. His jaw was locked. His breath ragged.
> "I'm sorry," Bruce finally muttered, defeated. "Maybe… he's already turning."
Ron said nothing.
He walked over to the sample tray, picked up a vial of Akira's blood with his blood-soaked hand. For a second, he stared at it—like a man who suddenly understood the fragility of life at a molecular level. Then, quietly, he placed the vial back, unknowingly leaving traces of his own blood on the table.
The night passed in silence.
Ron, Carter, and Locki went to rest. Bruce, too restless to stop, continued experimenting into the early hours.
At dawn, something strange happened.
While reviewing the latest test, Bruce noticed one blood sample behaving… differently. The infected cells were reversing—healing.
> "What the—?"
He checked the timestamp. Cross-referenced it. Then, rewound the security footage.
There it was: Ron's blood, left near the sample.
> "It's Ron… His blood cured it."
Bruce's eyes widened in awe.
> "Ron's blood has something… something that counteracts vampirism."
He rushed to the others.
Within six hours, Akira's transformation had fully reversed. He awoke, weak but human again.
Bruce immediately got to work replicating the effect, engineering cure doses and installing them into four combat belts, each holding concentrated vials of the serum.
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But just as they began to plan their next move, Bruce's face darkened.
> "Someone's missing…"
A female reporter—a close friend of Bruce's—had vanished the same night they raided the crypt.
> "She was near the cemetery," Bruce said grimly. "I need you to move tonight. I'll meet you there."
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Flashback – "The Queen"
That same night, as chaos erupted in the vampire lair, Dracula watched everything unfold through his scrying screen: Ron's fury, Akira's infection, and the cure slowly being formed.
He smirked.
> "Good. They'll be distracted... consumed by guilt and desperation."
His gaze shifted to the screen showing the reporter.
> "She's perfect."
He stood, stepped into the shadows, and vanished.
> "Time to find my queen."