The New Resistance (The NEW Trilogy Book 1)

by Vee Bosse

  “He’s gained too much distance for me to use my telekinetic properties with precision, but I can still try and surround his legs,” With everything he had, Jordan was successful in forcing Derek into immobility by surrounding just his feet; Woolfing and Sarge suddenly smiled at their opportunity.

  “So, he is basically helpless. Just try to reach those plushies with your knife, Derek!!” Woolfing said as he leapt forward, while Sarge quickly kicked the pocket knife out of Derek’s hand.

  “You guys, that’s good teamwork. It looks like I can’t move my feet now, and I have two powerful brutes who can easily team up to kill me without allowing me to reach your voodoo plushies. But honestly, how stupid do you three think I am? Do you really think that the pocket knife Sarge just kicked out of my other hand is the only weapon that I keep on me?”

  It was a furious and swift blow. Derek was still clutching Sarge’s voodoo plushie in his hand, and with a slightly backward movement of that same elbow that was holding the plushie, a knife emerged from Derek’s jacket sleeve that pierced through the Sarge’s form with a massive force. Killian Sarge fell to his knees, as his entire body became a bloody and detached mess that would have been enough to make any child have nightmares.

  “Ohh, fuck me!!! SARGE!!!!” Woolfing went into a sudden panic mode, as Derek extended a second knife from the sleeve of his opposite arm. He nonchalantly dropped Sarge’s plushie, preparing to use the twin blades on his arms to slice the remaining two friends that he had betrayed into oblivion. Jordan ran forward in a panic, releasing Derek’s feet so that he could concentrate everything he had on using his energy to reattach and heal Sarge.

  “Woolfing! I might be able to save him, but you have to stop Derek! Keep his blades away from our plushies, or we’re finished!”

  “No good...you guys are going out the same way.” Derek leapt backwards, preparing for Woolfing’s furious speed and power; he knew that the quickest out of all of them would be Woolfing, and he posed the largest threat in stopping him. Woolfing chased his adversary throughout the island, throwing punches and kicks that rocked the landscape with fierce explosions.

  “I’m watching your hands! One wrong move, and you can say good-bye to your arms!” Woolfing taunted Derek with a grin as he became increasingly annoyed with how quick his pursuer was.

  “It’s only a matter of time, Woolfing. With my ability, you won’t be able to walk away unscathed.” Woolfing smiled as the urge to see Derek’s blood spill took over his psyche.

  “Take this!!” Derek had improved his gravity leap to the point where his reaction time was impressive, yet he thought of another strategy that would likely work to his favor. It was a massive blow from Woolfing, and Derek had made the decision to not dodge it like he had done with all of the other blows that were launched his way.

  “Where did he go? Shit! This isn’t good! If we lose track of him, there will be nothing stopping him from finishing us with those plushies!” Derek had indeed taken a partial impact from Woolfing’s extremely quick blow, and after the dust from the explosion blew away, Derek had disappeared. Panic began to overtake Woolfing once again, as he knew that it meant that he and Jordan were in a very bad situation.

  “Woolfing! Look out, he leapt into the bush over there!” It was Sarge, who had become a bloody mess from Derek’s earlier coup de grace; he was miraculously still alive after a quick healing from Jordan, who was following right behind him as Sarge drove his electric hammer down on Derek’s presumed location.

  “That’s foolish Derek...dropping Sarge’s voodoo plushie like that. You didn’t think that I could use my Corona ability to completely mend the doll that you destroyed, healing Sarge as though he had never suffered any internal damage.

  Sarge gathered all of the aura that he could muster into his mace, and slammed it down on where he saw Derek leap to amidst the bright flashes that Woolfing’s punches and kicks produced. “You want to hide like the rat that you are?!” It was a fearsome explosion, the likes of which lit up the Washington D.N.C. sky, almost as though a frightening storm was about to bear down on the city. The electric output from Sarge’s mace triggered the city’s storm dissolvers, as large beams had opened up from the tops of the multiple skyscrapers; the unique waves of energy that they emitted did well to break up any level of severe storm.

  A giant crater had formed where the bush that Derek was hiding in had once stood. Sarge was charred and burned from the dangerous output that had occurred as a result of him channeling his electricity through his giant mace, and Jordan continued to pour Corona energy into Sarge’s plushie in order to reverse the new damage that was done. Indeed, Sarge’s damaged skin slowly returned to normal as Derek’s voodoo ability had clearly been used against him.

  “I suppose I get arrogant at times, it’s just who I am.” The voice came from behind them, and as their eyes grew wide, Woolfing and Jordan felt their bodies jolt from a massive blow that resembled an enormous knife. Derek was not hiding where Sarge and Jordan clearly saw him leap into, and he had suddenly detached the remaining two voodoo dolls from his jacket in order to toss them straight above him, letting his twin blades pierce completely through the plushies’ torsos.

  “Shit...no!” Woolfing muttered, as he and Jordan collapsed to the ground; their bodies had now also suffered the impact of hopeless blows as well. Jordan’s corona force died off from lack of energy, and as Sarge’s eyes grew wide in horror as he felt the damage from Derek’s earlier blow catch up to him with full force.

  “Let me ask...if that had really been me that jumped into the bush that you just obliterated, how do you think my plushies would have stood up against something like that. Shit, you guys are far more reckless than I am.”

  Sarge had fallen to his knees in pain, as he began to lose large amounts of the blood from his wounds. Derek slung the two mauled plushies from his blades, letting them fall carelessly to the ground.

  “But you...I saw you!” Sarge exclaimed as Derek allowed a confident smile to show again as he walked towards Sarge’s plushie that was lying next to Jordan’s lifeless hand.

  “Look again. You guys obviously didn’t know enough about my abilities to brag like you did before our fight.” In a panic, Sarge turned his head to see a lump of burning fabric in the middle of his smoking crater. “You said it yourselves, I can weave infinite amounts of fabric at superhuman speeds. Why wouldn’t I be able to create a doppelganger that looks exactly like me, and use it like a puppet to draw your attention towards some random bush? I switched from dodging Woolfing’s annoying blows to creating a diversionary tactic so that I could leap into the darkness over there. Woolfing’s eyes aren’t as good as he claims them to be, I guess.”

  Hopelessness began to take hold of the three dying rebels that now had become helpless to pick themselves up off the ground.

  “No, not like this...GAH!!!”

  Sarge screamed in pain as Derek proceeded to repeatedly stomp on his voodoo plushie, while the one that had heartlessly betrayed them all laughed in satisfaction at the sight of them dying before his eyes.

  The stomps seemed to never end for Sarge, as he began to resemble someone that had just been tread under by a large truck. He had collapsed on the ground, now spewing blood uncontrollably as he slowly lost consciousness.

  “Maybe a sacrificial trip to the sun...would have been nice for all of us,” Woolfing said in disappointment, when Derek’s eyes suddenly grew wide in disbelief. Jordan had managed to muster enough strength to grab ahold of his leg in the middle of his stomping frenzy. “I see that you are not holding your voodoo plushies any longer. Good riddance, Derek Maxwell.”

  Corona energy consumed Derek, and he once again found himself completely immobile. “Jordan! What the fuck?!! I’ll stomp you to death, BASTARD!!!!” Despite his life dwindling before his eyes, Jordan managed to raise his head as Derek began his long journey to the sun. Jordan’s hand fell back to the ground, and the Corona wielder shot his former leader a disgusted look as he be
gan to elevate into the sky above.

  “I always knew that it would end this way.” Derek suddenly found himself speechless at Jordan’s words, while he began to shake in a state of panic at the thought of dying a painful death on his way to the sun.

  “No...oh, no, please, please, please, Jordan, PLEASE, NO!!!! NO!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!”

  Derek’s fading cry of panic brought a smile to Sarge and Woolfing’s dying faces, as Jordan drug his wounded self over to the three plushies that were still on the ground. He would endure his fatal wounds, and muster every last ounce of his depleted Corona energy so that he may heal himself and his friends. He was determined to deliver true justice to the one that had betrayed them all, and to Jayce Wolfgain and his allies.

  “Jigsaw Staff, piercing lance technique.” Derek suddenly found himself freefalling to the ground at a furious speed; Jordan’s Corona energy suddenly had died off completely, and the crunch that he heard when his legs hit the ground was loud enough make anyone stop and stare.

  “My legs, my legs are broken...shit, is that you, Dylan?” Dylan Rook stood above Jordan Jaymes, with his Jigsaw Staff extended through the Corona wielder’s neck. It was a one-hit kill as Woolfing screamed in furious rage, but not before a mass of blood spewed from his mouth as a result of his gargantuan wound.

  “YOU...you’re a fucking WORM!!!” It was effortless and instant in the way that Dylan retracted the staff, which defied all of the rules of physics to become a piece of matter that he could mold into a multitude of shapes at will. Dylan Rook chose not to address Woolfing or Sarge before he delivered their killing blows; he pierced each of their necks clean through while Derek gazed at his new ally in astonishing relief.

  “Dylan...you saved me after I managed to deliver fatal blows to all of them, but...my legs are broken,” Dylan allowed his staff to retract back into its shorter walking cane style, as he took a moment to adjust his fedora with an expression that dictated that he was in the act of carrying out his ‘standard business’.

  “I was watching that battle from afar. I can honestly say that Jayce is now going to be very satisfied with you as his #5 agent.” Derek smiled with a sigh of relief, attempting to hold back the pain of his freshly broken legs.

  “Yeah, if we can get ahold of the New Age doctor’s bag of All-Cures, my legs will be healed instantly. Let’s go...ugh!! What...what are you doing!!??” Dylan had suddenly crouched down, using the small pocket knife that Derek had dropped at the start of their battle to pierce through his chest. There was no expression on Dylan Rook’s face, only a pair of expressionless eyes that were mostly hidden from the way that he tilted his fedora downwards.

  “When Jayce asked me to ‘see what he could do’ on that hovership ten years ago, I decided to not kill him at that time. Derek Maxwell, something that you need to understand about me, is that I am truly a double-agent at heart. I pretended to hold the truest of loyalties to the Western Latitude when Revenant and I took out Bain, yet I managed to save a small vial of Bain’s DNA that I kept hidden for decades upon decades. Do you want to guess who I later made sure was injected with that same elemental wielding, all-powerful DNA?”

  Derek’s hands clasped Dylan’s arm in desperation, as the mysterious man in the fedora held his clutch tight on Derek’s knife that had firmly entered his chest. “It...it can’t be,” Dylan suddenly showed a clever, and intricate smile to the one the he had double-crossed.

  “Yes, back when you were very young. His name is Christian Rivers. Let me make sure that you know something else, and be sure to hold on to what I am about say in these final moments of your terribly short life. I never asked for Revenant to watch my back after he accepted the Western Latitude’s offer to become an elite, while I had decided to part ways with the government’s forces after they had given the two of us our Emerald Radiance abilities. I could handle things on my own. Yet, when he found out that I had simply used his government to obtain that precious, irreplaceable DNA, he played the friendship card instead of the enemy card. So, I will now tell you the three reasons regarding why I am taking your life.”

  Derek suddenly coughed up blood, shooting his attacker a look of desperation. “Please don’t do this!”

  Dylan ignored Derek’s plea, continuing on. “Number one: I am not, nor have I ever been truly in allegiance with Jayce Wolfgain, but that alone isn’t a good reason to kill, is it? Number two: I probably would have let you live if you would have told me to ‘fuck off’, and done what Revenant had done for me those countless decades ago. Loyalty, but only to the ones that would never plunge a knife into your back while it’s turned. And, here is the kicker: number three.”

  Dylan torqued the knife a little, causing Derek to shriek in harsh pain. “Number three is simple. When I asked you a couple of hours ago, which one of you ended up killing Revenant after I had teleported away...you told me it was you. Prideful, lying, treacherous, piece of fucking SHIT!” Fear suddenly gripped Derek as tears streamed down his face in agony.

  “No! Please, I’ll do anythi,”

  Derek was put out of his misery when Dylan shot a psych energy bullet out of the knife in his chest, completely obliterating his heart. Dylan stood up, and dusted off his business jacket and black tie, all while the wind in the air forced him to adjust his fedora once again. “Honestly, I just want more integrity in this world.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Heroic Hypocrisy

  “My name is Jayce Wolfgain. You are Dylan Rook, are you not?” The hovership that had been tasked with bringing the newest shipment of prisoners bearing forbidden aura had recently been taken over by the deviant who sported a crazed and confident grin amongst his intelligent persona. Jayce Wolfgain made sure to hold the communications guard hostage, ferociously torturing him if he refused to radio back to the Western Latitude HQ with a nominal status.

  They were one hundred nautical miles south of the Hawaiian Territory, and Haven Island Detention Center was still a day or so away with maximum hover speed. Dylan Rook had been bound with a very rare and powerful type of chain that was able to keep his Emerald Radiance abilities at bay. He was now helpless, destined to face a life in complete lockdown in the deepest parts of Haven Island; however, all of that changed when this young kid had easily taken over the hovership that was transporting him.

  “Not much for talking? I expected as much. But you need to know that I think its fate that you so happened to be on the ship that they put me on. An opportunity for us to unite and stand in the heavens in complete power. So, shall I break you out of these chains?” Dylan sat in silence, refusing to oblige Jayce’s proposal. “I get it...but, just know that I consider you a progenitor, in essence. You and Felix Revenant, the famous duo that killed Adel Bain after he plunged Europe into the ocean...Revenant stayed on as an elite officer in the Western Latitude’s force. You didn’t, but for all of those decades of permanent youth, you both teamed up on many occasions in secret. Until,”

  Dylan Rook finally turned his head toward Jayce’s, to get a good look at his face. “My fedora. Where is it?” Jayce found Dylan’s persona to be quite unique, and even a little entertaining.

  “The other prisoners helped me scour this ship,” Jayce suddenly pulled out the veteran’s classic striped fedora, casually resting it on the prison cell bench that he was chained to. “The others that I freed on this ship have a lot of potential. Especially this very young girl named Belladonna. Couldn’t be more than five years old...insanely sadistic little brat, too,” Dylan’s eyes drifted off towards the small window that gave view to a vast, blue ocean sky.

  “Hmm...I’m not going throw bullshit at you.” Jayce abruptly sat down next to his elder, crossing his arms and legs in a temperamental way. “I’m going to take the risk of you killing me by breaking these chains that you’re stuck in. Just give me an opportunity to show you what I can do...I’m going to plant a seed in the prisoner population at Haven Island. I’ve stumbled upon some Intel on this ship, and discovered someone
named Derek Maxwell. He has an unbelievable ability to create what can only be described as ‘voodoo dolls’, just by touching his opponent. He was captured about a year ago, and they developed his ability in that short amount of time. Quite amazing, and I would like to have one of my new allies on this ship sneak in and pose as a prisoner, in order to slip Maxwell this resistance serum that I picked from one of the dead gaurds here.”

  Upon hearing these words, Dylan turned his head in curiosity. “Okay. Here’s my first fun fact: these chains are able to withstand attacks based around any aura, including, and up to, my Emerald Radiance. Secondly, once your new lackey is finished slipping ‘voodoo boy’ his drink, who will be the one to take on Theon Schilling to escape that hell? Let’s hear it.” Instead of further conversation, Jayce suddenly stood up, pulling out his Sapphire Radiance sword to make quick work of the chains.

  Dylan gazed in surprise at the way Jayce was able to easily cut the chains without even scratching him. Now freed, Dylan casually picked up his fedora, sporting it over his bedhead-styled hair. “That sword...I’m curious.”

  Jayce nodded at Dylan, who was now gazing at it with amusement while it was placed back into its titanium-black sheath. “Sapphire Radiance.”

  At these two words, Dylan’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “What...the hell?”

  Jayce turned around, standing in the middle of the prison cell doors that he had easily sliced open. Dylan suddenly divulged: “Revenant tried to keep me out of these chains. Rothschild Politek was the one that sprung the trap. I told her before being subdued that I would be the one to shatter her into pieces. That’s happening, whether with your help, or without. But, I suppose the right thing to do is to call myself your ally, for now.”

  Jayce and his new group of extremely powerful allies had come to fruition. Dylan Rook was the legend of the Western world that had found himself in awe of the one ability that trumped his own Emerald Radiance. He knew that it would cause a missed opportunity of vital importance if he attempted to fight him there, but what was even more disturbing to Dylan was the idea that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be able to beat Jayce Wolfgain. Dylan made the decision to bide his time. After all, he had already passed Bain’s ability on to another several years prior. Time was on his side.