Xeo Nexus Episode 1: Guardian Chapter 9!!

For the preceding chapters, click here for Xeo Nexus Episode 1: Guardian Ch.1, Ch.2&3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch.6, Ch.7, Ch.8!!

Chapter 9

The sun begins to set as Brayden finishes another round of training.  He had become so engrossed that he lost track of time.  He has become fascinated by his capabilities over his days of training.  Eventually, Brayden wondered what he could use his powers for.  For the sake of being cliché, becoming a super hero seems like the right, if not the best, option.  He ran through a list of possible names but found none of them to his liking.  Brayden puts the matter on hold and heads home.

Minutes later Brayden arrives near his street and lands in his “area.”  He chose the nearby alleyway because it is dark due to lack of occupants in the two end houses on either side of it and a busted street light that has yet to be repaired.  The neighbors pretty much keep to themselves, so he didn’t need to worry about anyone seeing him.  He walks the rest of the way to his home.  When he arrives, Brayden notices a strange car in front of it.  He had never seen the tricked-out car with spoilers on the trunk before and wondered who it could be.  As he got closer he could hear two men talking. 

“Come on, let’s go.  The kid will show up eventually,” one of them, sporting thick dreadlocks said.  The two men walk out of his house.  “You got the place rigged like the boss said.”

“Yeah, as soon as the kid opens the door, he’ll be an orphan,” the other man, dressed in baggy black jeans and a football jersey, laughed.

Something is amiss. Two men whom he does not recognize are leaving his home. They do not look like any type of city worker. With caution, Brayden asks the men, “Hey, can I help you?” The men stop and look at Brayden, who calls to them again in a firmer tone of voice, “Can I help you guys?” The man with the dreadlocks brandishes a gun and fires a shot at Brayden.  Brayden instantly dodges.  As the other man got in the car, the man with the dreadlocks shoots three more times as he made his way to the car.  After using his incredible speed to avoid the bullets, Brayden charges after the tricked-out sports car as the driver start the engine.  Inside the car, the man wearing the football jersey in the back seat turns around and sees Brayden running toward them. 

“Yo, here he comes,” he said.  The driver of the car revs up the engine and speeds down the street.  Brayden chases them halfway up the street when gets a feeling that something is wrong.  He stops chasing the car and quickly dashes back to his house. 

“Mom,” he said worried, “Oh no, mom!”  Fearing that his mother’s life may be in danger, Brayden runs up to the door and turns the knob; then the unexpected happens.

BOOM!  Brayden’s house erupts in an explosion, thrusting him across the street and into a car that was parked on the other side. Several windows in nearby houses shatter, startling their occupants.  Several car alarms resonate through the air, their sirens blaring loudly.  Brayden slowly sits up and looks at his house, only to see it engulfed in flames.  “Mom!” he shouted as he flew over to his burning home to see if there was any chance he could save her.  But the intense heat and flames prevented him from getting any closer.  “No,” he said sadly, “Mom.”  As he floated there in front of his fire engulfed house, a terrible sadness entered his heart.  “I should’ve been here.  I should’ve prevented this,” he said as he began to sob, “I failed, dad.  You asked me to take care of mom should anything happen to you, and I failed.”  The last person he had loved more than life itself was gone, taken from him in a senseless act.  The sadness that filled his heart was beginning to be replaced with anger and rage.  It began to swell and boil up from deep within him.  He began to tremble from the fury burning in his breast. “No…my mother…why…”  Lightning began to course through his body as his anger continued to grow.  “NO!” Brayden yelled, exploding with anger.  He flies straight up into the air and stops in mid-air hoping to see the car that contained the men who took his mother’s life.  “Where are they?!  They’re going to pay for what they’ve done!” Brayden growled, “Where are you?!”  He searched around looking back and forth at the ground between his street and the surrounding area.  A brief moment later, he spots the sports car he’s looking for speeding down the next street a block from his house.  “Now I have you,” Brayden says angrily through clenched teeth.  He shrouds himself in lightning and flies off after the car.

After he took off, people exited their homes to see what the explosion was.  They stood in surprise and disbelief as flames consume Brayden’s home.

“Somebody, call 911!” one neighbor shouted.

Several men went to check on the people living in the houses on either side of the Mitchell house.  There was nothing they could do for the house except watch in horror as the fire chews its way through the decimated home.

Elsewhere Brayden has caught up with the blue sports car and follows it as they drive through side streets until they approach a main road.  They make a right turn with Brayden in hot pursuit.  Brayden reels his right arm back and begins channeling lightning into his hand.  He draws his arm back for a moment as he took aim but holds fast when a van with a family inside driving next to the sports car.  Brayden knew he couldn’t endanger anyone else no matter how much he wanted revenge.  “Fine, I’ll wait,” he said as he stopped channeling his power and lowered his arm back at his side, “and then you will be mine.”  He continues to follow the car until they reach the larger main highway and turn left.

As Brayden kept following the men in the sports car, he began to notice that the number of cars on the road is diminishing the farther they went up road.  Some distance up the highway, there were virtually no other cars on the road and Brayden sees his chance.  He reels his arm back again and charges his hand with electrical power.

Meanwhile inside the car, the man in the back seat looks out the rear window and sees a shadow following them.  Curiously he looks up and sees Brayden flying after them.  “Yo, T, you’re not gonna believe this, man,” he said. 

“What?” T, the man in the front passenger seat asked.

“You know that dude you shot at earlier.”

“Yeah?”

“The one that did that ‘Matrix’ thing and dodged those bullets.”

“Yeah, what about him, Max?”

“He’s flyin’,” Max, the man wearing the football jersey said

“He’s flyin’?  Man, what the hell do you mean ‘he’s flyin’?” T said frustrated.

“Man, take a look. I ain’t joking,” said Max.

T scoffs and puts his head outside the window, first looking back and then looking up.  “What the…” he said surprised to see that Max was right.  There was Brayden flying overhead, ready to strike. 

“Now you’re mine!” Brayden shouted as he thrusts his arm forward and fires a bolt of lightning at the car. 

“Oh sh…!” T said as he quickly ducked back inside the car.  The lightning bolt strikes the ground next to them as they were driving. 

“What the heck is going on out there?” the driver, Damon, asked. 

“Remember that punk I shot at before?  He’s right outside.” T said as he got out his gun. 

“What?!” Damon said, “Man, whatcha talkin’ about?” 

“Don’t believe me?  Look in the mirror,” T said as he started loading bullets in his gun. 

Damon looks in the side view mirror and sees Brayden flying above them readying another lightning attack.  “Son of a…” he says astonishingly.  Brayden fires another bolt of lightning at the car and Damon quickly swerves to avoid it.  He continues to fire bolt after bolt as Damon serves the car left to right avoiding the blasts.  Inside the car, T and Max finish loading their guns and cock the trigger.  “Now let’s see that punk dodge this,” T said as he and Max lean outside the windows and begin shooting their guns rapidly.  Brayden stops attacking and starts dodging the barrage of bullets coming at him at high velocity.  Max and T shoot at Brayden, hoping that at least one bullet will hit him.  But Brayden’s speed proves superior as he easily dodges each and every bullet until the men’s guns are empty.

When their guns run out of bullets, Max and T duck back inside the car to reload.  Seeing his opportunity, Brayden flies down to ground level and continues following the car from directly behind it.  The men quickly reload their weapons and begin showering Brayden with more rounds of gunfire.  Brayden starts evading the bullets again; however, since he is much closer to the car it took a little more effort to avoid them.  The bullets were missing him by mere millimeters.  Max continues to shoot at Brayden while T takes careful aim.  “Your flight’s just been cancelled,” he says and then he fires a shot at Brayden, hitting him in the shoulder.  Brayden falls to the ground and tumbles into it hard, causing some of the asphalt to come apart as his body tumbles over and over for several feet before stopping.  T and Max look out the windows and back at their pursuer, who wasn’t moving.  “Now let’s see him get up from that,” T said with a laugh.  They get back inside the car and continue to drive until they reach Harbison Expressway. They get off a mile or so down the road and drive into an apartment complex.