Seth Karlo

[Seth Karlo]

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Hospitals.

Seth hated hospitals.

When his eyes cracked open, the white came flooding through like a battering ram.

It even smelled White.

Seth promised that if he ever got a car he would paint it black. Just to denounce white. He started to bring his senses back online, he could see, barely, he could feel? No, no feeling.

That's not good.

He couldn't move his legs, nor his arms. He was paralyzed.

The EEG monitor beside his bed started bleeping at the increased brain activity, and a second later two armed guards ran into the room, with a nurse, a doctor and a random man in a black suit.

The man in a suit stepped forwards.

"Seth Karlo?"

Seth nodded, keeping his eyes on the guards.

"My name is Black. Yes, it is a codename. I am here to deliver some sad news"

He was slightly overweight, had a businessman look, and although he had arranged his features into a sad face, his eyes were in a different universe, he was thinking about something else entirely.

"The men you killed, there friends wanted revenge. Your house was bombed this morning; your mother was killed in the blast. I'm so sorry."

The man bowed slightly.

Seth picked his head up, and saw his ankles and wrists bound to the bed.

"They were necessary, you are a murderer"

"I was saving that girl" Seth surprised even himself, his voice was deeper, and had a slight hiss to it that made the hairs on the back of everyone's neck raise. Black's eyes became interested.

"Mr. Karlo, we're willing to do you a deal."

"If it gets these cuffs off me, I accept."

"You haven't even heard the deal yet Mr. Karlo"

Seths eyes spoke of hatred, anger and revenge.

"I don't need to hear it"

He knew that whatever it was, he could shape it to his will very easily.

***

Seth walked beside Black; they had just gotten off of a Class XII Hova-transport, Navy issue.

They were now headed towards the Spaceport.

"Ever wanted to fly Seth? See space?"

"Not really Black. I prefer to look my enemies in the eye when I kill them."

It was tough talk, but only that and both of them knew it. However, Seth at this point looked like "one deadly sonuvabitch", according to the Navy pilot who brought them to the spaceport, and he was getting some strange, and fearful, glances and given a wide berth. Not bad for a 14 year old.

Across his back he wore a special harness, holding 2 ancient swords in it, crossed over his back. Under his coat (which was black, and came down mid-leg) He had 2 Navy issue Blasters, presented to him by Black upon his acceptance of the deal. Next to his boot was the third Blaster, which he had taken from the body in the park. It was an Outcast Blaster, with modifications to make the blast all that more deadly.

They were walking towards an Armored Transport on one of the Landing Pads; in the distance the Liberty Sleeper ship could be seen.

The two of them entered the Transport, inside were leather seats, and a comfortable lounge. The navy liked to travel in style apparently. The Rug was a strange material, soft to the touch, white, fluffy. The room smelled like Leather, fresh, new, and each breath was joyous to take.

Seth drew each of the blades from his back, each glittering in the soft light thrown out by the room's subtle lamps. He had received them from his Mother, a present for completing his martial arts exam. He had no idea where they were from.

Black looked curiously at them.

"May I?" He asked, reaching out a hand.

Seth passed one of the swords over, it was incredibly light, and the blade shone with a dangerous glint, it was close to 3 and a half feet long, and just spoke of danger.

"Interesting" Black muttered, and passed it back.

"What is?" asked Seth, placing the blade next to its companion on the floor. Now that the harness was empty, he could sit down.

"Those swords are priceless. They were bought from the Kusari museum for an astonishing price. Look after them"

Seth looked at the swords, noting the large rubies in the handles, the leather and suede on the harness.

"How did my mother afford them? Did she buy them?"

"I have no idea my friend. I advise you rest. The trip to the Battleship Missouri will take about an hour."

Seth took his advice, after spending so long resting in the hospital (He had been there for 4 days) his body was used to it, and he was tired.

The ships engines started with a roar, and Black stood, left the lounge, and pulled out a personal communications device.

"Yes, I have him. Yeah, he agreed. Shouldn't take long. Don't worry. Yes, yes, thats right. As soon as he dies we'll have the right to storm the place. A shame? Hardly, the boy is a murderer. He deserves it. Yes, I understand. Black out."

Black placed the Comm. device back in his pocket, then sat down and rested as well.

//Next chapter on the way. Promise.

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