Capítulo 2: Meet the gang
Timelines and cosmic bullshit aside this story starts at this particular beginning on a planet similar to your earth called Chanquets.
Our main characters are a gang 18 year old wild and full of over powered natural born innate abilities run aways from the military.
Abandoned to the military long ago by parents long since forgotten as per church custom, this group of barely adults have survived off street gumption and each other with little idea of truly how far they will ascend in this life. They were raised together in an orphanage controlled by the military trained to be future assets.
As in any good story, this one starts in a tavern with a gang of teenage hooligans who never considered laws or authority much regard at all.
This taverns isn't much but a perfectly square smooth cement room fill by colour changing lights with a long equally smooth counter, behind which a large teen almost twice as thick as the average person, standing a little over 7 feet tall is shaking up some liquor for his friends.
"Darick! Are you done mixing drinks or do you surrender to the concoction champ" hollered a shrimpy geek with round glasses and zany silver hair for which none of his hairs seemed to agree with a style (bits of energy randomly jumping from hair to hair).
"eh, what are you talking about Arc, you can't even handle you're own mixes so how can you ever be the drink champion!" the large Darick countered as he bit the head off a bottle chugging its contents broken glass included while still setting up drinks with his other hand.
Arc makes a bitter face "Just cause you're indestructible doesn't mean you know anything about drinks, hell you're the only one who can ingest those monstrosities you call liquor." Arc refutes "But I clearly refine a much better quality through proper scientific processing. I'm the smart one remember like that time I planned out gathering us all together to join the Doom Guard then escape right out from under their noses."
"You going to hold that over us forever or are we going to find out who's the best mixer?" Darick responds while rolling his eyes at Arc's boasting.
"Did someone just issue a challenge?¿" sang the nearby lamp as it slowly transformed into a gorgeous teen with purple lively hair that moved about her current perception of the perfect body despite the fact that there was no wind underground.
"I,. I didn't mean it like that Gara! You can do anything so clearly there is no contest." Arc exclaimed nervously sipping on an espresso to try and cover up getting visibly red causing both Gara and Darick to chuckle as if to some inside joke.
"ARE YOU HITTING ON MY TWIN, YOU DORK!?!" The previously passed out teen to Arcs left immediately yelled before jumping up and putting Arc into a head lock with the full intent to make it rain with the nuggies. "AAH come on Tral I didn't mean it like that get off me" wailed Arc as electricity crackled over his body giving Tral a jolt sending him flying into the opposite wall.
"HeHaHaHa it's on now buddy" proclaimed Tral as he raised his hands to the air and yelled "one million ants!!" and out of nothing ants began to rain upon a terrified Arc who proceeded to flail his arms in the air sending errant coils of energy into the surroundings breaking bottles and lighting their contents on fire quickly filling the sparsely populated bar with flames and smoke.
The 'ants' were horribly disfigured and barely clinging to what some wouldn't call life, with many fused together in a goopy mess. After Arc got over the initial shock he jested about how Tral screwed up life again.
"HEY you two! STOP MESSING THE PLACE UP BEFORE I SMACK THE SENSE INTO BOTH OF YALL!" Demanded Gara who's face had turned from angelic to Demonic faster than the rest could react. "I can't believe the two of you. Every time we make a new place, you either destroy it with shenanigans or it's busted by the military... can't I just have a decent place that isn't full of drama for once sheesh... NOW APOLOGIZE!"
Arc and Tral look at each other deeply and said at the same time "RUN!" before each sprinting at full speed for opposite exits as if this was part of some unspoken plan.
"O come on get back here assholes!" screams Gara as her arms stretch out for her hands to grow to catch the escaping duo only to hit two suddenly appearing walls which she smashes apart with ease before each hand morphs into a monstrous head with mouths filled full of millions of needle teeth to look around the corners as they scream with frustration. "ERRAaAaAaAAAAAA!!! JERKS I'LL GET YOU" hollers Gara as she makes the choice to run after her brother's rapidly disappearing laughter.
Meanwhile Darick remained behind sipping on his newly finished drink while on fire expressing the fact that none of this is new or interesting to him in even the slightest way. "I guess I will just have to finish all of these by myself then go to the meet up, nothing like a drink in a sauna."
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