Knockout — Chronicles of Kryton
“…thriller life of the one-and-only warrior, Knockout”
Prologue (Scars)
“HELP ME. PLEASE LET ME GO. I’LL PAY YOU PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHI — ”
“Oh, what do we have here? A meaningless life? A gift from our savior, perhaps.
My constant screams of fear and yelps of hope, hoping it would melt these cynical vile peoples’ hearts. It only showed that their hearts were replaced with madness and agitated them quickly after a few hundred times.
Multiple tears drop from the eyes that were witnessing cruelty down the feet of a so-called — -dummy.
Now, tranq this enlighted fool that his sin might just lead us to our greatest breakthrough. What says you, wanna crea — tarnish history. Oh, who am I kidding, it’s just a pathetic dummy. At least rejoice that you will die at the hands of the children of the future. Chant my brothers and sisters;
“futurum est nostrum”
“futurum est nostrum”
“futurum est nostrum”
“futurum est nostrum”
“futurum est nostrum”
“futurum est nostrum”
“futurum est nostrum”
After a couple of the chants, the sound of evil was soon diluted when I could see the switches and levers be pulled.
A sound of thunderstruck the Earth.
I didn’t even see it coming. Neither they did.
The pointy-ray guns started emitting the chemicals over me. All I could see was me being engulfed in this colorless gas and feel radiation going through my lungs, and over my body, blinding me. Before I pass out on the sight of a lifetime, I see the white crystalline-shaped shards stuttering the barrier between me and the cult scientists. Before I passed out, I saw the presumably lead scientist mouth two words. Just two, probably because his mouth would soon be able to move after the immense pain of the crystals;
“Oh shi — ”
