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handled the ax with both hands, trudging towards him. However, it was worthless. The man’s speed was faster than Moth, slicing his head off with a single motion.

Ty stared at him, dumbfounded. “H-How did you do that?”

The man sheathed his katanas. “Years of training.” He looked at Ty. “Train your body and spirit for decades and you accomplish feats like these. Two baboons with no clue over their true strength can’t defeat a master.”

Ty nodded, his mouth gaped. “Y-You need to help my friend. They have him.”

The man nodded. “I know about Aaron and his mission. He’ll paint the walls of the place with the blood of the guilty.”

“H-H-How do you know h-him?” Ty asked, scrambling to his feet. “You’ve met him b-before?”

The man nodded. “I’m his master. You appear to be his trusted friend Ty, correct?” Ty nodded. “Then I know you’re a good person. My name is Kojii Rachoi. You can call me the Warrior.”

 

TBC...

Episode Forty Five "The Hunter S1 E8 - The Death of Orville"

“Hurry home,” Kojii told him.

Ty shook his head. “N-No! I’m going with you. I need to save Aaron. Take me with you!” He begged him.

Kojii stroked his beard. He still had the hood on and kept his head semi-low, but Ty could see his face clearly. Kojii appeared to be of Japanese descent, but his name wasn’t spelled commonly, instead, with an extra ‘I’. 

He had black eyes that appeared as dark as they looked. He had seen many things in his life that would make normal people throw up. His scarred face and dirty skin were proof of it. Gashes and scratches everywhere, some healed and some not. He appeared to have gotten into a fight before arriving at Asura Industries. 

His beard was thin but evident - and dark in color. His beard hid some of his scars effortlessly. His mustache, on the other hand, was doing its job poorly. The mustache was thicker and the same color, but too small to hide a large gash that had healed, unfortunately, leaving a large scar.

“Fine, but stick close to me.” He grabbed a dagger from his belt and handed it to Ty. Ty took it, thanking him, before revealing the pistol he had.

“A gun?” Kojii asked, staring at it like a child when seeing broccoli. 

“I had it on the plane. I used it to try and save Aaron, but my plan didn’t work and they took him.” He put the gun, while on safety, in his waistband. “Let’s go.” He slightly nodded his head at Kojii. Kojii nodded back, turning towards the main door.

“Be prepared to see the worst.”

They entered the headquarters of a cruel and unjust company. The building that the company called their home was stained with more blood and violence than Alcatraz. 

Kojii walked in with his katanas sheathed, holding a bundle of string. He changed the string to form a straight line with each end being wrapped around his fists. He was prepared to choke somebody out.

Ty walked in behind him, holding the dagger tightly to his chest. He had the pistol with him, tempting him to use it. However, Ty hesitated. The feeling of firing the gun at Turbine was disturbing. He even felt like… he enjoyed it.

The pair ventured towards the door leading to the basement area with no resistance. The office was strangely empty. Not a soul in sight. Kojii didn’t like the eerily quietness that spiraled out of the seemingly empty building. There have to be Asura employees here. The question is… where are they?

Kojii’s answer appeared in a red-skinned muscular man stepping out behind them. He had on a crimson-red headband and baggy tan-colored cargo shorts. He was shirtless, exposing his bulging muscles. He appeared overly muscly - an impossible amount for a normal human. He resembled the Red Hulk in skin color and muscles. 

“Who are you?” The man asked. He noticed the weapons in their hands, concluding that they were enemies. His muscles began bulging even more as he took steps towards them. “You will regret coming in here.”

Ty’s hand hovered over the pistol, hesitating to grab it. “The bullets won’t do anything, but irritate him,” Kojii said while not looking at him. “Watch the hallways and see if more of them come. I’ll deal with him.”

Kojii sprinted forward, still holding on to the string. The man picked up his pace, cocking back his fist. His fist glowed brightly red. He threw his punch, but Kojii dodged the attack. He swerved around the fist and flanked the man, jumping on him and wrapping the string around his neck. He pulled the string back, choking the man.

“N-No, s-s-stop. I h-have an f-family!” The man roared, falling on deaf ears. Kojii pulled harder and harder until he heard something crack. The man fell backward dead. Kojii jumped off his back, taking the string with him, turning to watch the man hit the ground. 

Ty jogged up to him. “W-Why did you kill him?”

Kojii stared at him, his flowing black being exposed by the hood unequipping itself. “In war, there are casualties.” He stuffed the string into a hook on his belt, closing the hook. He then brandished a katana, walking up to the man. He raised the blade. “People die, people live, people betray, people bleed. That’s war. It’s not some kind of fantasy you see on those fancy screens. War is ruthless.” He swung downward, decapitating the man. The body settled down, the man’s body darkening. 

Kojii looked at Ty. “Handle a corpse, you can handle the war.” He sheathed the katana before turning towards the direction of the basement entrance. “Leave if you can’t handle it.”

Ty glanced at the corpse, thinking he’s right. I came this far already, I can handle a few more bodies. It’s not like I killed them… with my own hands. He looked at Kojii. “Let’s go.”

Kojii shot him a small smile. 

“Let’s go.”

***

“You killed Project FLT? Our magnum opus!” Orville screeched. He was in a frenzy, gasping and retching. His beautiful creature was now soured. A headless body remained on the balcony, the head lying in a puddle behind Aaron.

Aaron, without muttering a word, approached Orville. Orville shook his head, extending out his palms. “I’ll kill you!” He screamed as liquid fire shot out. It flew far, nicking Aaron. It hit Project FLT’s head, disintegrating it.

Aaron brandished his nearly-shattered katana and charged forward, swerving around the spews of liquid fire. Orville was throwing everything he had towards Aaron. However, his powers weren’t developed enough. Orville had mere moments to understand his powers and try to use them - his lack of experience was blatant. Aaron easily dodged the liquid fire---which was an example of his inexperience as his powers were to create large fires, not to act as a squirt gun. 

He reached Orville, holding the katana with both hands. He pierced his shoulder, Orville letting out a loud blood-curdling scream. “P-Please stop,” He cried. “Leave me alone!.”

Aaron grinned maliciously. “Never.” He thrust the katana deeper, the tip of the blade popping out of his body. The rest of the blade traveled through Orville’s body and came out the other side stained red.

“What do you want? I’ll give you anything.” Orville screamed, glancing at the person that entered. It was Thermal, staring at the pair with widened eyes. “Kill him! Save me!” He ordered.

Thermal didn’t move. He stayed in place, looking at Orville then Aaron, unsure of what to do.

“Kill him!” Orville shouted.

Aaron glared at Thermal. “You can leave, your period of slavery is over. Or you could help your master and get more metahumans killed.”

“At the hands of you!” Orville shouted. Aaron dug the katana deeper. Orville screamed louder.

“Leave and destroy the rift or stay and get more of your kind enslaved and killed,” Aaron said, giving Thermal two clear options. He chose the former.

Thermal walked to the rift, his fingers brushing the Containment Walls. “How do I destroy it?”

“Go through and melt the doorway to pieces. I’ll destroy this universe’s doorway.” Aaron told him. Orville stared at Thermal, his eyebrows pointing downward and his mouth gaped. He was being betrayed right in front of him. 

“How can I be sure you close it from your side?” Thermal asked, lingering at the rift. He hadn’t gone through yet.

“It’s not worth much, but take my word on it.” That was enough for Thermal. He turned towards the rift, glancing at Aaron and Orville one more time, before entering it. His figure disappeared through it.

Now with Thermal gone, Aaron’s focus was on Orville. He twisted the blade, cutting more into him. “You’re going to feel more pain than this.” He stood up, staring at Orville with the blade inside his body, hovering over his heart. “Tada.” He said sarcastically. “I welcome everybody to my magnum opus, a sculpture - The Death of Orville.”

Orville glared at him. He spat at him. “Go to hell.”

“That’s where I’ve escaped from. Now-” He crouched to meet the dying man’s eyes. “-tell me why did you build that prison.”

Orville grinned. “To create my magnum opus.”

Aaron spat in his face. “I’ve killed your magnum opus.”

Orville shook his head. “Once my men find out that Project FLT is dead, they’ll commence with the second one. More people will be experimented on and a new one will be created. Even if I die, the experiments will continue.”

Aaron shook his head. “I’ll destroy the remnants of Asura. Before I die, everything you ever worked on will be gone. Just like you.” He grabbed the katana, ripping it out of Orville with a meaty scream. 

“No! No! No!” Orville glanced and noticed an ally. Barry popped out of the entrance with a pistol in his hand. He pointed the pistol at Aaron, his hands trembling. He hadn’t killed anybody with his own hands before.

Orville grinned at Aaron, confusing him. He was nearing his death, but smiling? Aaron turned around, keeping one eye on Orville---he still had his metahumans power, even if they were at infancy---and the other on the intruder. He noticed Barry pointing the gun at him. “You decided to give your life to him?”

“I… I have.” Barry declared. “I don’t have much of an option.”

“Yes, you do. Lower the weapon.” Aaron told him. Barry shook his head. His hand trembled but he never dropped the gun. “You have one more chance. Drop. The. Weapon.”

A gunshot rang out, but it didn’t come from Barry. The gunshot came from Ty who had arrived behind him. Kojii appeared at the balcony, over Barry. 

I killed another person… so why haven’t I thrown up? Ty’s thoughts were evident on his face. Kojii dropped in front of him, glancing at him. “Good job… Ty.” He turned towards the rift. Ty crumbled to his knees in front of Barry’s body. He had a gun at Aaron, what could I do? He wasn’t going to drop it… right?

Meanwhile, Kojii approached the rift, brandishing a substance similar to Aaron’s gunpowder. He sprinkled the substance, richer in color, and stepped back. He lit a match and threw it on the Containment Walls, watching them disintegrate like they were being soaked in acid. “Gone.” He muttered. He turned towards Aaron. “They’ll be swarming us soon. Complete your revenge.”

“My revenge isn’t completed. The prison isn’t destroyed and the experiments haven’t been