Inside a dark warehouse where cargos stacked like books; the low to high pitch whining sound of the hook cut through the silence. Six men in a black tactical gear, their hands clutched the handle and barrel of their silenced rifles.
"Ghost 0-1 l, we're moving to the target zone. Over," said the soldier in a low distinct voice, his hand slowly pushes the metalic door.
"Copy that Ghost 0-6, we'll provide sniper support by the tree from the south," replied the other soldier through the earpiece.
As soon as the door opened, the lead gestured his men to follow inside and cover him. The others obeyed and quietly entered the warehouse—the loud whining sound from the hook echoed through the warehouse, rising in a haunting tone.
The sound of their footstep was loud enough just to be heard by them; a loud thud erupted from behind, when they turned around they saw it—one of his men body sprawled across the floor, shaking like a dying animal.
The lead gestured one of his men to check the back of the cargo where the soldier was killed; he nodded and began aiming his rifle slowly to the left.
Once he finally peaked his head behind the cargo—a strange man in a white jacket with wires hanging connected to his nape was holding a silenced pistol waits for him to a deadly welcome, before the soldier could even twitch—the stranger was faster. He shot him dead.
"OPEN FIRE!" yelled the lead to his men and through the radio.
The lights flickered open with a loud clank and the soldiers scattered across the warehouse like rats, "Target spotted!" Said the soldier before he fired his rifle.
The moment where the bullets could've pierced through the man's head; a faint beep erupted from his wrist—a TriggerLine. He conjured a blue energy around his body—more like a shield. The barrier formed like a glass breaking in reverse.
The bullet was crushed upon contact, but the shield breaks. "Too bad," the man chuckled before shooting him back.
Another soldier appeared from his back raising his rifle in the air with the stock facing toward the man's head for a rifle-butt, "You're fucked! You Triggered!" he roared.
Before the stock hits his head, another shield formed—as soon as the rifle touched the shield, it suddenly breaks it like glass.
The soldier backed away, his heart hammering against his ribs. He looked at the shattered remains of the energy barrier—the glass shards of light fading into the air—only to see another one shimmer into existence.
1... 2... 3... [ENERGY REGENERATED]
His purple eyes glinted under the light like a warning sign—the smoke from the suppressor of his gun crawled up, "Remember my name; Flinch Hudson," he said with a snicker.
The soldier stumbled as he stepped back, falling on the ground with his butt—he tried to act tough but his shaking eyes betrayed him.
"What I'm doing can change the fate of the government in this shitty town," Flinch hissed, his voice cold. "Why are we killing each other here over a goddamn plan?"
"You're insane!" the soldier barked. "'Guess how many people will die because of your intentions—starting a war? You've got to be kidding me!"
He pulled the magazine under the handle of his pistol and dropped it on the floor, before pulling another one in his pocket, "The government sees us as a product not a rational human being," Flinch replied as he cocked the top barrel of his gun.
"But since you're a lucky one for not being a victim of the experiment," he aimed the gun to the soldier's head. "You'll never know what I felt. I'm no broken hero—I want justice, and having my hands on that file can change the world."
Before the soldier could've gasped, two shots fired from Flinch's gun, eliminating him on the spot before the others rushed to stop him. It was too late, the second soldier was already dead and Flinch's shield was already formed.
Flinch grabbed the barrel of the fourth soldier's rifle with his left hand and pushed it upwards; his right hand holding the pistol was aimed directly on the soldier's stomach.
BANG!—in the stomach
BANG!—in the chest
then came the final shot, BANG!—to the head, then used him as a shield to catch the bullets that was sent by three soldiers, giving him a breathing room for his shield to not break.
Two soldiers is enough to kill him under three seconds after the barrier shatters. The once quiet warehouse had turned into a warfare where bullets rain like confetti, hitting every containers as orange sparks flew.
He quickly aimed the pistol to the shooters, each shots was precise and clean; successfully killing the other two.
Outside the warehouse at the tree from the south, two snipers lied with their stomach first; their expression was a mixture of fear and confusion as they watch their six other crews was killed by one Triggered. "Oh shit," the sniper whispered.
"Let's shoot him together, you first and I'll go," he added.
The snipers are seemed to be breathing heavily as they watched Flinch through the scope. "Two notches," the other whispered.
The crosshair was raised slightly over the target's head; Flinch directly glared at them with a smug. The first soldier's hand that is gripping the handle started shaking.
"Now!" barked the second soldier.
As soon as he pulled the trigger, the first shot broke the shield and came with another shot from the first soldier—which missed due to shaky hand.
"What are you doing, Tickling the air?!" he hissed.
"Let's get out of here," the first sniper muttered loud enough for the other to hear.
He pressed his finger against the earpiece on his ear, "Commander Kim, send us the helicopter now! We're leaving!"
After the second sniper shot up from the ground, a bullet pierced through his right knee. He fell as he screamed; the first sniper quickly assisted him by dragging him with his arm wrapped around his shoulder.
Elis Thornes
Greydome Triggered University
November 02, 2025
12:20:01PM
"I hate vacants," Elis muttered under his breath, his body limping on the back rest of the bench like a cloth. "I just want to go home and sleep all day."
The scorching heat of the sun hung heavy in the air at the rooftop, even if it's covered with a curved roof protecting them from the sun's ray.
Paul Murphy on the other hand was reading a book related to Triggereds; he slipped his finger across the next page. "Vacants are used to give you some time for a self-study," he replied, eyes fixed on the paper.
"Hmm…" Elis reached out for his pocket then pulled out a crumbled paper. "If we managed to fix David Garrick that time—do you think he'd go home under the illusion of his breathing daughter?"
Paul paused, "David's hunting you in your sleep huh?"
"Becareful of using your device too much. Try not to die for me," Elis said, fixing his position on the bench.
"You worry too much, mate," Paul chuckled.
He shot up from the bench and walked heading toward the screen wall, "I hope something exciting would happen now. I read too much manga and I feel like killing more Unstable Triggereds to save the world."
"Go, be a main character yourself,"
Elis chuckled watching the students below as if they're ants crawling across the ground; the heat haze swirling below him, "…I think I'm more fond to knowing more about Triggereds—y'know, they're abilities. Who knows if something would happen by now where we suddenly got involved."
"You should stop skipping class from now on then, vacants won't bother you if you had someone to hang out with… Our friends are here, but your grades are not," Paul said. "I have no idea why do you have to skip classes. Patience is your friend, Elis."
"I know."
Elis looked up for a bit, then back down.
"I wonder how the others are doing—Captain Graves and his men, back in the interrogation room, I thought they'll kill me."
"After that warfare in the bookstore, everything changed. The rehabilitation center for U.Ts became more heavily guarded with elite soldiers." Paul replied. "…The only part I'm confused at is how did David Garrick escaped?"
Elis remembered the reason why David Garrick escaped rehabilitation center—his mind went back to his first conversation with Captain Graves. The only reason why the U.T escaped was because of the E.M.P.T.D running low on power due to its operator being shot to death by a random killer.
Although, even if the machine's battery ran out—the metallic doors that was suppose to keep the U.Ts would remain close even if the E.M.P went out.
The reason wasn't just the door nor the E.M.P.T.D, it was the U.T's ability to teleport behind an enemy.
Elis was in the urge to pull out his phone from his pocket and call Captain Graves, and tell him about his theory; however, he felt calling the PTF would cause another problem that might harm more people, whether they are normal or Triggereds.
If the operator was shot dead, then why would the killer intentionally free David from the rehabilitation center if they know that Garrick might've harmed them too… wait. Can't it be a distraction? No I'm overthinking it.
Elis said in his thoughts, his eyes were narrowing.
***
Back at the warehouse
Captain Graves stood in the center of the bloodbath behind the red cargo; he examined every corpse of the Ghost Unit to find any leads that might've bring them to the culprit. However, despite the long searching for any leads—Captain Graves gave up. He stood up and began walking out.
"Captain!" Private Allan called out. "Over here."
Graves quietly walked heading straight toward the Private, and as soon as he got there, Private Allan showed him a blue glass shard wedged between his thumb and index finger.
"What about it?" Captain Graves asked.
"When I first picked this up, I search everywhere around the warehouse for any sign of glass, windows, or bottles that has this blue color. When I couldn't find one there was something concluded in my mind right now." Private Allan puts the blue shard back in his pocket. "…It's a Triggered with an Energy Barrier ability."
"I don't get the conclusion."
"…The ghost Unit might've fought against a Triggered who can regenarate shields for 3 seconds. That ability can make the user able to withstand a nuke explosion." Private Allan said. "The Triggered is probably related for the shipping of these cargos; it looks like they haven't been touched yet nor delivered."
Then suddenly, two figures was seen running from the second floor of the warehouse.
"Oh… Sergeant and lieutenant," Private Allan quickly gazed at them.
As soon as the two got closer to then, Sergeant Michael barked, "You've got to see this!"
Up in the second floor, lied a cargo with a grey ballistic missile inside. The sharp ends of the missile glinted under the light; Captain Graves walked inside it and inspected it.
And there, he saw it.
At the back of the missile, there's a word saying "Greydome missile."
***
Inside the Greydome Ghost Unit Headquarters (G.G.U.H) office of the general. A bald middle aged man stormed inside his office as he banged the door open, along with a short-haired blonde female Operations Officer named "Iris Halden."
"You have to know about this Miss Iris," Said the general, his voice stern. "How did a young Triggered got his hands with our beloved missiles?"
"Sir, please give my unit some time—"
"BULLSHIT!" the General cuts her off with raised voice. "I want and I need to know how the hell did a Triggered got his hands with the missiles—do you have someone to assist you with that?"
"Yes, General…"
"I want information, fast. I have no doubts that Triggered is a rebell, no wonder why the government seperates them between the army and marines." The General sat on his chair. "Find a good unit; I don't care if it's from overseas or here—This isn't a christmas party for Triggereds to be exchanging gifts using our weapons."
Iris walked out the office before carefully closing the door with a faint clank. Iris Halden, an Operations Officer was the kind of person who could silence a room without raising her voice. As the Operations Officer, she stood just behind the general during briefings—tablet in hand, eyes sharp, already three steps ahead of everyone else. But this time, something broke inside of her—the lost of the few Ghost Units.
She went to the rooftop to smoke some cigarettes, her thumb pressed and rolled against the flint wheel, sparks flew before the fire comes out.
She took a drag of her cigaretters before blowing the smoke out.
"Of course, I know someone…" she muttered, angrily. "To do good, you have to do bad. Calling the PTF would be a good shot."
—PART 2—
The Public Task Force (P.T.F) is a former unit that serves the government for the past 10 years, until—they rebelled against the government after the incident that occured back in 2018 (7 years ago.)
A devastating trauma for the four of them that crushed their reputation and image to the government and the people of Greydome. The unit consists of 20 members of soldiers under the order of the former Captain named "Rowan Blackwell" until the four rebelled—to take down the head researcher, "Hendrick Gallagher."
Despite their destroyed image, the unit breaks off with the original crew where "Rowan Blackwell" decided to change the unit's name from Public Task Force to Ghost Unit. Graves took the position from being a lieutenant into a captain guiding his four men who also rebelled against the government.
"Graves?" Iris called out through Graves's phone in static.
"Iris?"
"We've got a problem. We never knew if there was another missile being delivered by Flinch Hudson… wait a second, let me just ask you one thing—how did you know that this random kid was the culprit?"
"Private Allan ran a few test about the blue shard he found on the floor, and there's no doubt that the culprit is an Energy Barrier user. We searched across every Triggered's personal datas and we found one person who had the same ability."
"Captain, despite that information we still have no proof that can prove Flinch Hudson is the culprit." Iris said. "If we only had one person that can give us some information, then I'll ask you if who's your best man?"
Captain Graves leaned his back against the chair at the balcony of a café as he gazed at the night sky, "Oh, I know someone… but you better keep quiet about it."
"Who?" Iris asked.
Graves scoffed.
"Elis Thornes."
***
"I told you, Elis!" Yelled a girl wearing a white headband and a school uniform under his khaki sweater. "…Do you have any idea how much grade we'll lost after that one statement?!"
Elis who wore a plain dark-blue winter uniform tapped his fingers across the keyboard of the white laptop, "How the hell am I supposed to know about the first ever Triggered if I'm skipping school?!"
Their voices echoed through the library until all of the students including the librarian hushed them off.
"Oh…"
"Like I told you Elis, you could've done our report the first day it was tasked to us… and now you're doing it in the last minute." Paul whispered.
"Hey Kheyl," Elis called her out, quietly.
Kheyl Kinuhata is a japanese-american student who is also a Triggered, known for her ability labeled as Hurling Chains. She's one of the students who had a squad with Elis, Paul, and Annie. Her ability is connected to her sweater that has wirings and also to hide the metallic lid on her right arm that releases chains that can be used of attacks and defense.
Although, her ability is strong but she is a cooldown based. Which means her chains is a channeling ability.
"Seriously Elis if we failed this report, then Miss Smith would put us in remediation," Kheyl said, firm. "…Imagine our classmates will be heading home while the three of us will be the ones left for another one hour report; all because of this Class skipper!"
"Who's the first Triggered again?" Paul asked, looking at Elis.
Elis froze, his eyes slowly drifting toward the presentation on the laptop.
"No, cheating," Paul cuts him off.
Elis gave up, "I don't know, huhu."
—PART 3—
During their report.
"The first ever Triggered is Hendrick Gallagher obtaining his ability through a successful experiment that occured in August 22, 2000," Elis realized something, even when the time that he's writing the presentation himself. The name felt familiar to him. "Uhm—Hendrick Gallagher is known for his powerful ability to manipulate vector using his TriggerLine known as the Fallen Angel."
Elis remembered Captain Grave's statement back at the bookstore, "Neither the PTF. A disavowed team," Graves replied, coldly. "We're no longer a government's lapdog—but a task force who rebells to kill Hendrick Gallagher."
Elis proceeds to continue the report; Miss Jones noticed the something was off about him.
"Thanks to help from one of the japanese researcher named 'Kamisato Shiage' who also volunteered to be in an experiment alongside Hendrick, " he explained, pointing at Hendrick and Kamisato's pictures through the presentation.
Do they really have to blur their faces due to privacy? Or is it because they just don't want their faces to be revealed in risk of rebellion.
"The PTF went rogue because of him," he muttered, loud enough to be heard across the room.
"What?" Miss Jones asked, her voice laced with confusion.
"…No, uhmm… let's continue shall we?"
***
"What the hell was that, Elis?" Sounding upset, Kheyl punched him in the gut. "…What was it that gone rogue?"
Elis grunting in pain, spoke, "It was nothing—more like an intrusive thought of mine."
Paul chuckled.
"Still couldn't forget something back at the bookstore huh?" Paul froze mid-chuckle.
I slipped?!
"What happened at the bookstore?"
Kheyl's flaming glare drifted to Paul.
"Ohh uhh… Elis tripped in front of the cashier,"
"That's what happened?" Kheyl asked.
Paul and Elis nodded together; the events that occured at the bookstore felt like their shadow following them. Both were traumatized. Nevertheless, they kept pretending like nothing had happened in front of Kheyl.
"I feel like you guys had something that you're hiding from me," she said, pouting.
***
"Shooter number 36, commence shooting," said the AI generated voice, echoing through the private shooting range.
Human shaped targets shot up under the horizontal wooden plank, and then—"BANG!"
A loud banging sound cut through the silence of the shooting range, "BANG! BANG! BANG!" each target fell as the bullet pierced through.
Flinch Hudson stood outside the firing line with a .357 magnum in his right hand, smoke curled up by the tip of the barrel like lazy ghosts. This 19 years old boy has illegal possessions of firearms that felt like he stole it or bought it from a gangster.
The magazine slipped from the barrel as he quickly loaded another one—then began shooting. A deeper voice cuts through the loud banging from the gun.
"What's your purpose for starting a war?" Said the white slim man wearing a shocking oversized shirt and a bonnet with gradient colors surrounding it like a kaleidoscope, the hair under his chin looked sharp.
Flinch turned around, "Edward."
"Are you really sure you want to start a war between Russia and Greydome; you really are a risk taker, aren't you?"
"Starting a war that I would benefit from? I don't see any risks. Once the war started, I'll use that as a distraction to sneak pass the president's elite bodyguards just to get my hands on that sweet document," Flinch said as he scans the gun in his hand. "…That isn't a problem—if I managed to predict the guards routine before sneaking inside, then it will be no doubt to easily steal that file."
"…And if you fail?"
"That's not happening."
Edward looked at him with a puzzled look, "How can you be so sure? Those guards isn't just any normal guards that you can just hand them a tea and ask permission to steal the document—they have legal possessions of TriggerLines, who knows if it's more powerful than you."
"That's why I made a plan; just by observing the guard's daily rotation, I figured out that one of them who's responsible for the surveillance switches with the 'Network operator' in the afternoon, "Flinch started walking pass Edward then stopped for a bit. "…Make sure to guard my safe-house and do not let any intruder get in and caught a glimpse of my plans."
"What do you expect?" Edward lifted his left sleeve, revealing a TriggerLine strapped quietly around his arm. "No one get pass me."
***
Elis walked through the street of the 6th District with hands in his pockets, "…It was him huh?" he muttered.
I never knew about that until the last minute, why would the PTF had gone rogue just to take down that man?
A black van came speeding behind him. As soon as the van reached him from the side, the door was quickly slid opened and three hands stuck out the van and grabbed him from the nape of his neck—pulling him inside before he could even see them.
"?!"
"What the?! Private and Captain Graves?" Elis glanced at a random lady sitting on the passenger seat. "…Who are you?!"
The lady sitting on the passenger seat was "Iris Halden" the Operations Officer, her smile faded by the time she noticed Elis—she turned to Captain Graves who was driving with a disdain look on her face, "Seriously, This is the Elis you're talking about?"
"You're already judging him in the first glance huh? Don't worry everyone has the same reaction," Captain Graves replied.
"Hey, what's going on here?!" Elis exclaimed in confusion.
"You'll get some information fast when we got back to the base," Private Allan cuts in.
***
The slim man or "Edward Lim" sat on the couch in the center of the scattered beer cans and cigarettes inside a dark 24 feet apartment. He lifted his left sleeve then pressed his TriggerLine with a loud beep; the beer cans and cigarette butts which lied quietly on the floor started floating in a circular motion.
As soon as he clenched his left fist, the garbages suddenly merged together like mud before suddenly exploding.
"Well, I'm in his service," Edward muttered.
His phone started ringing.
***
Flinch strolled by the park located at the 13th District; his phone pressed against his ears until a faint click was heard, "What?" Edward asked through the phone.
"…I've figured out that I could sneak inside a certain military base near the park," Flinch said. "That's because it's my thing, owning a bunch of different guns."
"Cool, so… you're calling me for what?"
"I'm concerned."
"Huh?!" Edward barked through the phone.
Flinch glanced at the kids playing near the fountain then his gaze drifted to an old lady walking her white dog; the sun was about to set painting his face with faint glow of orange.
"…I'm just worried that an intruder might catch a glimpse of my plans," Flinch glanced at his TriggerLine on his wrist. "You're ability can kill, Edward. Movement by Hands or (M.B.H) you can literally kill anyone who gets in your way out there, huh?"
"Just say telekinesis instead."
***
At the PTF base that looked like a simple camping trip.
"…So that guy is an Energy Barrier user," Elis quietly asked. "What the hell."
"Yes." Captain Graves said.
"…The operator running the E.M.P.T.D at the rehabilitation center was shot dead, If the Ballistic Missiles were in Flinch's hand then—may I ask if there was military when "David Garrick" escaped?"
"…If you haven't noticed it four units included the disavowed PTF or us, went on a hunt to catch David Garrick," Captain Graves crossed his arms. "Iris Halden here has the information about David's location, which is at the bookstore."
"Wait, why didn't Miss Iris informed the other units?" Elis cuts in.
"Because I trust Captain Graves more than the other units," Iris also cuts in.
"…But why?"
"What's more worse that can happen if the other units arrived at the scene while the PTF was there. I couldn't afford to witness more war between Government servants and a disavowed unit—if I told the opposing unit… let's take it for an example: The Ghost Unit, if they somehow met inside the bookstore then Captain Graves would be done for."
Elis never said another word after Iris's statement; a word that he couldn't neither swallow nor spit. To him, if that's the main point, then that's it.
"Well, I guess that's it for today…" Captain Graves stretched his arms before pulling a gun from the thigh holster. "Elis, if you're bored… play at the shooting range."
The Captain reached out his hand holding the pistol to Elis, "…Why are you handing a deadly weapon like it's a kid's toy."
"Graves?!" Iris barked, voice laced with confusion.
—PART 4—
In the bustling street of the 13th District outside the park, Flinch smirked as he glanced at a military base located inside a nearby woodland,"…What are the odds."
***
"BANG!" "BANG!"
The sound of Captain Grave's pistol which is in Elis's hand—cuts through the silence. Each shot struck through the wooden targets.
"…I've never seen a father figure who spoils their so-called son with a deadly weapon," Iris glared at Captain Graves. "So this kid is a student at a Triggereds only school?"
The captain nodded as an answer, "…Despite an ugly ability, this kid really knows how to master his Shadow Slip."
"You're that confident toward the kid?"
"David Garrick…"
Iris raised her eyebrows.
"What about that U.T escapee?"
"Elis almost killed him back at the alley…"
Iris was surprised; she already knew about the their power differences—A 20 feet teleporter against an Opponent Step. What's more surprising is David's ability also allows him to teleport whenever he wants—as long as the device detects an enemy.
"No way…" Iris said under her breath. "How can a student…"
"It's all about strategy and pain tolerance, David roughed him up back at the alley before he could attack him with broken bottle. Elis was on the verge of becoming unstable if hadn't waited for another 5 minutes."
Iris couldn't believe what she's hearing; she couldn't figure out on how will she respond to it. For all of the years as an Operations Officer, she met every Triggereds that has the most worst ability, including now… Elis.
"…That's the main reason why you trust that kid more than any powerful Triggereds, huh?"
Captain Graves glanced at Elis who was inspecting every guns like it's a treasure, "…I'm not saying that I could trust him—but I do in a way?"
"What do you mean?"
"Despite having the most useless ability, Elis still managed to defeat an Unstable Triggered who had a top-tier ability. Just imagine, if you were in David's shoes, your attacks might be accurately un-calculated due to loss of sanity, and yet David is still powerful at that point," Graves said. "…Elis is weaker. However, he still managed to defeat David with the submental strike, how? He used timing and strategic thinking—his TriggerLine reached 1% of power, and if he used it, he'll go mad."
"…As I remembered, he explained it to me—he let him beat him up then used his ability of talking, buying him some time to charge his device, and now, he's here playing at the shooting range." he added.
"…I'm impressed," Iris replied, a smirk form on her face.
***
It was night time; the air was getting cold, and yet Elis was still at the shooting range testing weapon he might choose in the future.
"PEW! PEW!"
He shot the wooden targets with a not so loud sound of the silenced pistol. Due to hours of shooting, each shot became precise—bullet pierced the small red circle in the middle.
I'm getting tired, I better be smoking outside the military camp.
He began walking out the base, with a loaded silenced pistol tucked in his pants. As soon as he continued walking his TriggerLine beeped, indicating that it finally woke up from the E.M.P.T.D's effect at the base, causing it to temporarily shut down.
"Good—I got out from its range."
[PROXIMITY ALERT: RIGHT SIDE]
The TriggerLine beeped like a warning sign that sent a shiver that ran down his spine. He slowly turned his head to his right side.
A purpled eyed man stood next to him, smirking. That man was no other than—
Flinch Hudson.
—PART 5—
The two stood in the woodlands, exchanging looks. Elis felt that he was just an ordinary bystander who's just lost in the woods and his TriggerLine just detects him as an enemy.
But Elis trusts his guts more than his device; by examining his white jacket filled with hanging wires.
I'm sure this guy is a Triggered, and his device is sat hidden under his white jacket.
"…Are you lost?" Elis asked, politely.
"…More than lost," Flinch calmly replied. "Do you know where's the military base located here?"
Elis narrowed his eyes, asking that kind of question out of nowhere felt like the guy was onto something. It could be a spy from "The Ghost Unit" or from the government.
"I have no idea, sir," Elis tried to act neutral, but his mind was filled with thoughts. "I don't know if there's any military base here, do you have an exact location or GPS that can guide you?"
Flinch shook his head before looking at him dead in the eyes with a smirk, "…I don't need any maps, GPS, or whatever things that'll guide me."
Flinch's smirking had turned into a threatening glare.
"But what are you doing in the woodlands by the way?" he asked, his voice turned into gravely low. "…You're wearing a winter school uniform, and you're a Triggered."
Elis was shocked.
No way, my TriggerLine is hidden under my sleeve.
How did he—?
"H-how did you know?" Elis asked.
"…Your uniform. A Triggered school has different branches, but had the same uniform color. Perhaps you're from Hillroad Highschool? No… they have navy blue uniforms."
Elis heard a faint beep from Flinch.
He's activating his device; I'm activating mine too.
"…Now," Flinch closed his eyes for a second, then opened them; but this time, they're glowing. "What are you doing here in the first place? As far as I know, the military won't allow outsiders to enter here… why is their a student inside the woodland?"
Elis moved his hand toward his waist, where the gun was tucked in.
I have to be fast; I have to make the first move!
Elis pulled out his gun then aimed the barrel toward his face; there was no time for talking, he pulled the trigger then a deafening blast of BANG! echoed across the woodland.
Before the bullet could've pierced through Flinch's head; a blue barrier started forming around him as if it you're watching something in reverse.
The bullet shattered as well as the barrier; Flinch, who need to buy him some time lunge toward Elis.
Flinch restrained him by wrapping his arm around his neck.
To Elis, being in a restrained state isn't threatening for him due to his ability. Shadows emits from his right hand before disappearing in the wind. He appeared behind him then threw a powerful punch.
But the punch was too late, the shield was already started forming; upon contact, his hand bounced off sending Elis stumbling backwards.
That's!!
ENERGY BARRIER?!
"You're Flinch Hudson…" Elis said, still lying on the ground.
"HA! HA! I'm exposed!" Flinch said as he went on a fighting stance. "…Am I that famous?!"
Elis clenched his fists, teeth gritted.
"…Cut the crap! You're hear to steal weapons aren't you!?"
"Did someone made an article about me? Where did you learn that?!"
Flinch's eyes widened before putting on another smirk, "…Well, well! The military base is located here!"
"So? What if it was located here?!"
"…I have no time to waste another syllables with you—don't worry it'll be quick."
His barrier was formed again; he drew his weapon tucked between Flinch's pants and his back—a .357 magnum. He aimed the gun directly to Elis's chest, then.
"BANG!" Elis dodged the first shot by rolling to the side.
"BANG!" he teleported behind a tree.
"…Running away won't help," Flinch boasted as he wiggled the gun.
"…If I were you, I would leave by now!"
"And if I don't?"
The woodland went silent.
"…You're dying here!" Elis roared.
"…Heh! How scary—"
Flinch let his guard down, Elis was already behind him. Without saying another word, he pulled the Trigger; Flinch's barrier shattered; Elis teleported in front of him.
The first shot was barely dodged by Flinch; the bullet grazed his left cheek.
"…what a wishful thinking," Flinch said.
He grabbed Elis's right hand which holds the gun with his left hand then lifted it upwards; Flinch, threw three consecutive punches to the gut.
"…Bleurgh!" Elis teleported away from him.
Flinch already knew his intentions; Elis was planning to keep his distance away from him to get a good shot. Two bullets were enough to kill Flinch, the first shot is to break his shield, and the last one is to kill him. However, he was smart—he decided to distance himself too by hiding behind a tree.
Elis got too carried away he pulled the trigger, shooting nothing but a tree that was used by Flinch to buy his barrier some time to regenarate.
"BANG!"
"BANG!"
"BANG!"
"CLICK-CLICK!"
"Shit!!"
Flinch stepped out with the .357 aimed toward Elis.
"CLICK-CLICK!"
"Haa! Looks like someone has the same problem," Elis barked.
Flinch raised a single eyebrow before pulling a magazine from his pocket, "That's why I came prepared."
After inserting the extra mag under the gun's grip, he pulled back and release the side of the .357 with a faint "CLICK-CLACK."
"…What I'm doing can change the world!" Flinch roared. "So I have a reason why I should kill anyone who gets in my way. After all, you're a government's lapdog too—aren't you?!"
"…Huh?" Elis replied, voice laced with confusion. "I'm no government's lapdog!"
"Oh yeah?! What's your reason defending the military base against me?!"
"…YOU STOLE A GODDAMN BALLISTIC MISSILES LIKE IT'S BLACK FRIDAY!!"
Flinc shook his head; the gun still aimed directly at Elis, "…You really just don't get it do you? I thought I was famous that you knew my true intentions."
"Intentions?"
"I'm not wasting more words for you…"
By the time Flinch pulled the trigger; Elis had already vanished out of thin air. It seems like Flinch had already knew about his teleporting patterns, "I know everything about TriggerLines, he had one of the worst ability ever a '20 feet teleportation.' His attacks always comes behind me… so that's why."
His aim drifted toward his back, where just in time Elis appeared, "…Next time—just study."
"BANG!"
The bullet pierced through his left shoulder causing him to stumble down. Flinch had no time but to shoot again since Elis is able to teleport away if he bought him some time by talking.
Before he could pull the trigger, his barrier suddenly shattered like a glass that fell to the floor, "What the?!"
Private Allan was seen rushing toward him with a glock on his hand.
"BANG! BANG!" the first shot hits Flinch's shield, the second one came hitting him straight in the left rib.
Flinch ran and hid behind a tree.
"ELIS!"
Allan roared as he stormed in the center of the duel; he carried Elis by placing him over his right shoulder.
"…So there was a military base here, huh?!"
"BANG!"
"BANG!"
The first two shot was so precise that it hits Private Allan in the back, and in his left arm. But Allan was a hard bastard, he endured the pain and kept on running as he carried Elis.
More bullets hissed beside Flinch, "…Tch! He has backups."
Captain Graves, Iris, Sergeant, and Lieutenant held their each gun like it's a shooting game, covering Private Allan as he rushed to safety.