Finished: 1/12/2008))
Family History
“I think the best place for me to start would be with a little family history and I think it’ll be in your best interests to listen closely Wiji. Does anyone know that old dojo that has my name in it?”
Two hands shot up.
“Well, if you must know, it really isn’t mine. It belongs to my family. We’ve been running it for generations, starting with a modest number of students until it grew to what it is today. All of the family has studied there at least once in their lifetime, well, except for Wiji. The reason the school still has my name is because there has been no one in your generation that has been eligible to receive the name. I’m looking to change that. Of course, Wiji will have to study and then teach there, but that shouldn’t take too long considering how long she’s managed to live despite being almost killed twice. It shouldn’t be much of a surprise to her nor any of you that my family is all a bunch of expert marksmen. Wiji, those pistols that you own, well, I gave them to you back when you were only a little girl, if you don’t remember. They’re of the same model.”
He pulled out one of his pistols, removed the laser scope and laid it on the coffee table. Wiji laid out one of her own pistols as well. The only difference was how each differed in appearance. Wiji’s was clean and polished metallic silver with her name engraved along the barrel, courtesy of Jonathan Kidelowski. On the other hand, SS’ were darker, and portrayed its lifetime, one of constant action, use and abuse. SS hefted his daughter’s pistol, it was lighter than his and as he looked down the barrel could see how finely balanced it was. Wiji on the other hand, struggled to lift his with only one hand, finally resorting to use both hands. She was surprised at how heavy it was and how SS managed to use one in each hand while aiming accurately at the same time. He only laughed a little bit as she tried to aim down the sights before gravity pulled her arms down.
“Well anyways, with the advent of vigilantism, many of us took to it like a fish to water. I was more than a little rebellious at that time, I decided to leave the dojo and work with a close friend of mine in his little company. As I worked outside, I built up a series of contacts with various people around the city. One of my coworkers happened to be your late adoptive father, even though he went by a different name back then. The family was big enough for me to remain in contact with them even if some disproved of my choice of profession. I didn’t own these babies yet too,” he motioned to the pistols.
“They weren’t invented yet, I only used a simple Garett Revolver. It packed a lot of stopping power, even if there were only 7 shots. Jon and Wiji may have seen it lying around in my office.”
SS was cut off by a small beeping coming from his belt. It was call for help from one of his contacts.
“I’ll continue about how I met Tammy and Helion another time because it looks like we have a job to do at the moment.”
Getting up, he reattached the scope back on his pistol before holstering it. The group checked their gear.
“Alright, Raymon’s Children, lets move.”
With the speed, Jonathan, Janus and Wiji moved out through the door. SS peered out of the window and the pathetic excuse for a balcony. Perching himself on the railing, he could see his team moving into the streets before he leapt off into the distance to lead them.
The Fall
Even with the press on stake out, SS managed to get in undetected. Inside, the smell of warm food wafted through the air. He was greeted by Nib.
“The press is still out there.”
“Thank you, I already know. So what’s for dinner?”
“Chicken, I think. Why do you always come here again?”
“It still his my apartment you know?” answered SS as the duo walked up into the dining area.
“So you used to live here?”
“Still do actually, although it’s not originally mine.”
Wiji walked in with a bowl of salad before asking,
“To whom does this apartment belong to then?”
“Your mom,” it was a quick quip from Dante who sat himself at the table.
SS nodded, the others in the area could only wonder how Dante acquired the information. As quickly as the thought entered their minds did they shrug it off as another failed attempt at a ‘your mom’ joke.
“I guess you’ll be elaborating over dinner then,” said Wiji nonchalantly.
“What, so I have to work for my dinner now?” asked a bemused SS.
“As usual.”
“Bah.”
But it was worth it, the dinner was full of juicy morsels that would satisfy anyone’s palate. One by one, they finished and SS sat back and was about to start talking again. Dante got up and loudly started to put the dishes in the sink, ready to be washed.
“I can’t really tell you about how I met Tammy and Helion without tell you under the circumstances that we met. It was during the era of corporate warfare mostly towards the end of -3 and the beginning of -2 P.A. Well, like I told Janus, Jonathan and Wiji, I worked for NTND at the time. We were a small branch of the MFZC corporate tree. Heck, I bet they didn’t even acknowledge us as one of their own. We were pretty much autonomous and Krin wanted to make the final step into complete independence. As we plotted, moles within our own organisation could jeopardize the whole thing. They worked for a crime family, Du Blanc, the same guy Janus offed. We tried to talk them out of it. MFZC would only lose a small fraction of their income, but being the greedy bastards they were, they were only in for the profit, and not even a small loss is acceptable. I reckon whatever was bad for MFZC was bad for Du Blanc too. Eventually Krin gave us full permission to use a more direct method in order to avoid a bigger conflict. Even some Vigilantes aided us in the task. It was all going well until MFZC showed up with reinforcements, our gamble had failed. The command to retreat only cemented the fact that we had lost. Many died in the crossfire. Those that got out were pursued, we all split off. “
“So, how does this relate to you meeting Tammy?” asked Enigma, who was getting impatient.
“I’m getting to it. What was left of my squad ran all the way here. They all split off at the intersection while I stayed behind to delay the pursuit. You see that window?”
SS pointed to the window overlooking the street. They all nodded.
“Well, I perched myself up there and waited. But as I waited, a woman approached me to ask what I was doing on her window. I only turned away for a second but it was enough get me shot, in the head. Ironically, it also saved my life as the bullet didn’t quite penetrate my skull.”
SS took off his hat, revealing the scar it hid. Almost everyone cringed.
“I fell down into the street, and was knocked unconscious, heck, I don’t even know how I survived it. That was how and when we first met, around the beginning of -2 P.A.”
“So what happened after that?” asked Wiji.
“Frankly, I don’t remember, must’ve been one heck of a concussion. I guess that part, Tammy could tell you about,” answered SS as he scratched his head before putting his hat back on.
“Maybe when I go see Tammy again, I’ll be sure to ask her.”
“Take me with you!” exclaimed Wiji.
They all wanted to know more about his past, and he was happy to oblige.
Couch Potato
Another lazy weekend afternoon that Tammy had to spend in her office attending to the affairs of the city-state. A buzzer sounded.
“Mrs. Kajnin, your daughter is here to see you.”
“Very well, let her in.”
The grand door opened and Wiji’s figure stepped into the office. Grand beyond necessity, it was more symbolic of the Mayor than having any real purpose. Mother and daughter greeted each other with a warm embrace. Suddenly, as if remembering something urgent, Wiji broke away and opened one of the windows that led to a balcony. A shivering SS stepped inside and spoke,
“I was wondering when you’d let me in, the cold season is setting in, you know?”
“Honestly, can’t you use the door like normal people?” replied Tammy, chastising him.
“Between us, I’m not really normal, now am I?” said a grinning SS.
The family seated themselves in an area with seats, usually for when Tammy had guests over. Tammy had some hot drinks sent in, and as father and daughter brought the mugs to their lips did Tammy ask them why there were here.
“I’ve kept her too long in the dark, so I decided to tell her everything. Well, everything I knew because that day we first met was a bit blurry,” answered SS in between sips.
“Oh, don’t you remind me of that, you had me worried sick, I was afraid I killed you or something!”
“Heh, it takes more than that to kill me.”
Wiji, not here for idle chit chat impatiently asked,
“So what really happened when you saw him perched on your window?”
“Well first I was shocked and I thought he was some kind of burglar. But when he looked around I could only hear a gunshot and in a flash of red, he was gone. It took me a moment to realize he was shot and fell from my second storey window. Since I had no formal training in medicine, I called in a favour from a friend.”
“Master Helion Yang?” asked Wiji.
“Doctor, actually, he was a medical doctor for one of the local hospitals, and I called him, telling him it was an emergency. I went out and dragged your father inside. It was a bit of a haul bringing him upstairs to lay him down on the couch. When Helion arrived, I explained to him what happened and he examined your father’s head. He said it was just a minor fracture and that it only chipped the skull. Helion stitched it up and bandaged it, promising to check on your father everyday after his working hours to check his condition. Of course, Helion preferred that your father visit a proper medical centre instead but judging by his wound, I thought it was safer if your father’s attacker assumed he was dead. Fate is funny that way, you turn your back for one moment and the instant you return you rescue a near dead young man in the street.”
“Well that clears things up, no wonder it felt like the whole city sat on my head around that time.”
“No, those were just the way you were sleeping, applying pressure to your wound and all. I swear I don’t know how many times I had to change the pillow covers because of their near constant blood soaked state. Not to mention how I had to keep rolling you over, sometimes using unorthodox methods.”
Now Wiji’s curiousity was piqued,
“What kind of unorthodox methods?”
Tammy was decidedly hesitant to answer,
“Um, well, hey it looks like I have to deal with the press in a few minutes, um. You might want to leave now, before some other paparazzi sneaks in, okay?”
Tammy kicked SS in the shin, hard enough to pass her message along without Wiji noticing.
“…but Mom,” protested Wiji.
“Now now, you’ll find out later, you mother has a job to do,” interjected SS quickly.
Wiji accompanied her father to the window, pouting, as she latched on to his shoulders, he turned around and the parents exchanged winks before SS fell backwards to the metropolis below.
Nothing Personal
Even the rushing air could not dissuade Wiji from questioning her father about his earlier years. So far, all she managed to gather was that after SS awoke from his trauma induced torpor, he, some would say deliriously, tried to look for the nearest computer, with which in he could relay information back to NTND. Tammy tried to restrain him until Helion came in to check up on his patient. When Helion finally did arrive, it was a comical scene to behold. Tammy had pinned SS to the couch, and her exertions and efforts were physically clear, while SS would occasionally try to reverse the situation. Being a doctor that did house calls, Helion carried around a portable personal computer. SS saw this as an opportunity to alert NTND and in a vain attempt, tried to break free of Tammy, using the only unrestrained area of the body, the abdomen. Helion has an uncanny ability to mediate practically anything and offered his laptop if the both would stop bickering and allow him to tend to any lingering problems. A fair trade, well at least for SS anyways. With which the private communication network of NTND was immediately accessed. As quickly as he could, SS issued the codeword to go underground, fearing that with each passing second, the network could be compromised. The destruction of NTND’s headquarters soon followed. All surviving employees stuck together in a tight knit community, forced to defend themselves as every employee of NTND were hunted down and killed. The surviving members rallied themselves around the veterans, one of them being SS, who had supposedly cheated death, another was Reidan, and everyone answered to Krin’s Call. They all knew, at the bottom of their hearts that they would all perish, each day a gift, tomorrow an uncertainty and that it was worth fighting for. The NTND refugees were persistent, even as everyday passed the call to arms was met by fewer and fewer comrades.
Father and daughter reached their destination, the Loggy Lawns district, and more precisely, the School for the Mentally Gifted. Wiji, having never been here before, marveled at the building and its worn blocks of rock that made up the towers and the spires. Much of the pollution from the Heavy Metal district had already tarnished the colours, as it had done with every other building in Gate. They were here for a reason, to see if Raymon, Wiji’s son and by extension, SS’ grandson would have any mental gifts now common to quite a few people in this day and age. They made their way to the Admissions Administration Division which was overlooked by the office of the Dean of the School. As if on cue, Helion Yang accompanied a young student outside of his office.
“What brings you two here to the SMagi?” asked the Dean.
“AAD business that I could easily sort out,” replied SS in a gruff manner.
“At least do try not to break anything this time. Nothing personal, it’s costly.”
“Well, if you can pass Wiji’s time by recounting the events leading to my supposed demise, then yes, I will try, but no promises,” said SS mischievously grinning as he closed the door behind him.
A little while later, a scream, a thump and whimpers were heard in quick succession.
“Well, so much for that…So you wanted to know about the last stand of NTND’s guerillas against the might of MFZC?”
Wiji nodded her reply.
“Good, have a seat. Their last valiant attempt at survival was in an abandoned office building scheduled for demolition. Mo thought he’d be charitable and save the owner some trouble. There were only a few dozen of them left, scores of wounded in between. Mo didn’t even care. SS had ‘acquired’ new identity for your adopted father, and henceforth he was known as Raymon Essenbrot. Nobody but Reidan knew how he got himself out of the siege. SS asked him to look after you, your mother and me.”
“What?” asked a perplexed Wiji.
“Tammy was already expecting you. Anyways, eventually they were cornered in a circular conference room. I’m pretty sure the irony was not lost on them either. In an uncharacteristic move for Mo, he offered the conditions of surrender to Krin. Willing to end the suffering of his friends, Krin accepted, despite protests from the remaining few. Krin would be exiled and all NTND guerillas would live out the rest of their lives under surveillance from MFZC, just to make sure. It hardly seemed fair, Krin was fated to die in the deserted wasteland. Having said their goodbyes, the men headed home, for once in a very long time, and in time for the New Year. Unknown to them, they were heading to their deaths. MFZC picked them off one by one, even their families. When news of this reached your father, he wished for us to leave, and in case he won’t be able to see anyone else ever again, he entrusted you to Raymon. We didn’t have much choice. Raymon had an apartment on the left bank so it didn’t cause too many complications. We all assumed he died from the gunshot we heard.”
SS surprised them,
“I’ll tell you how I cheated death later because I have one more place to go before I’m done with all this ‘parenting’ business.”
“Jeebus! Must you really sneak up on me like that?” exclaimed the Dean with a start before continuing.
“Anyways, it was a pleasure to see you again Ms, or should I say, Mrs. Kidelowski. Feel free to drop by any time,” was only added mere moments before father and daughter disappeared out of the nearby window, despite the physical limitations of window size.
Sleep
Airborne once again, dashing across roof tops, dodging chimneys and fellow travelers before her father slowed and then stopped abruptly at the edge of a building.
“What’s the matter dad? Tired already?”
“Yes, tired of carrying you around all the time.”
Wiji tried to look indignant. It achieved little more than a tap from her father, pointing towards what was his true home. It was on the other side of Loggy Lawns, bordering Lower Gate. At first all she saw were nondescript buildings scrunched together in a small lane.
“All I see are a buncha’ people and buildings, you sure this is the place?”
SS was slightly annoyed by this comment. How could he not know his own home?
“Look closer,” he suggested.
Squinting now, Wiji saw no difference in the pedestrians.
“That’s it! Those pedestrians, they look to similar to each other.”
“We’re actually standing on the edge of the school grounds,” SS responded.
It all hit Wiji with the subtlety of a brick to the head. The school was much bigger than she imagined. It probably qualified to be its own sub district. There was still an unanswered question that still bothered her. It was a good time to ask, she thought and did.
“So, how did you not get yourself killed after mom left?”
“Oh, I suppose I should tell you that before we go in. Well I was enjoying one last drink before I heard them coming. There was only a knock at the door before two armed men walked up into the living room. One of them was confused, thinking that they could just waltz in, cap me in the back of the head and be on their way. I offered them a drink, they both didn’t want any. Something to do with being on duty prevented them I suppose. Anyways, I put my drink down and stared out the window I fell out of several months ago. One of them readied their pistol, I know since I could hear the distinctive click. When the bang resounded around the room, I realized that I was still alive. Turning around, a fresh corpse greeted me. The one who held the pistol was a sleeper agent. I knew NTND conducted counter-intelligence, but at that level, I had no idea. The agent was codenamed Ragen, Smirl was his name. I believe you’ve already met him. Ragen briefed me in on Krin’s contingency plan, in case the raid on Du Blanc failed. Krin apparently had penetrated Du Blanc’s operation, putting in place sleeper agents to prevent any unnecessary casualties. All those men that were supposedly assassinated after the conflict were actually rescued and whisked to Krin’s distant retreat, outside the city. To make a long story short, we made our way out of the city as fast as we could. Krin had already started rebuilding, renaming his labour of love, Infra Rift. Don’t ask me why he chose that, I don’t know either. Sure enough, we operated under the cover of an electronics and hardware company, selling our goods in Gate for a nice tidy sum. Heck, the reason Krin chose such a location was because there were already people living near the valley. That village is where,” SS paused, “Jonathan came from. Well, I think that’s enough, Sai might get suspicious.”
“Who’s he, a relative of yours?”
“She, actually, is my cousin and by extension, your aunt. Speaking of the devil,” SS was cut off by a flying projectile which he caught, “there she is,” pointing to the origin of the thrown dagger. Standing on the corner of the street was a woman, of indeterminate age, with long flowing black hair. It was in stark contrast with her white attire. SS had already hopped down and signaled for Wiji to follow. Such was the extraordinary qualities of her aunt did she uncharacteristically cling to her father’s coat.
“You know Wiji, its not often you are timid, but really, Sai isn’t ugly, is she?”
That earned SS a righteous smack. He didn’t even make an effort to avoid it.
“Don’t worry little one, you can call me Aunt Sandy. We’ll find a place for you yet,” said Sai smiling with warmth.
“Good, I’m off to sleep then, see you later you two,” replied SS, walking to another part of the campus.
In moments, he was gone.
Textbook Studies
Wiji spent the night at the school, not the first time she spent time away from home. Mostly she stared at the faintly illuminated ceiling, where light from the street would creep through the window. Such Spartan conditions were to be expected of a martial arts school she presumed. It was not so much the unwillingness to sleep but more the excitement and anticipation of the coming day. All eyes would be on her, and being the daughter of the vaunted SS didn’t help matters either. At the crack of dawn, a younger girl came in as quietly as possible. Wiji feigned sleep. Whatever malicious intent the intruder came with, Wiji would not be caught unprepared. The girl reached out tentatively, and before she could react, Wiji caught her hand, yanking yard. This pulled Wiji out of bed in which the intruder landed in. Acting out of habit, Wiji had her gun point towards the intruder’s head while at the same time pinning her hapless foe underneath her. It was over in an instant. Although brief, the tussle alerted other residents of the dormitory who peered timidly from the doorway. Aunt Sandy came in after a few silent, yet tense, minutes.
“Ah Wiji, it seems you have met your assistant already,” said her aunt trying to defuse the situation. It worked since Wiji lowered her weapon.
“Uh, nice to meet you Ms. Kajnin, I’m Juhno Wallace,” replied her assistant.
“Likewise, but let us get things straight. You will refer to me as Wiji, Mrs. Kidelowski if you must, but I prefer my first name,” Wiji eased herself off.
“Very well, Mrs. Kidelowski, er, Wiji. You may call me June, for short.”
“Did you say your last name was Wallace? Are you by any chance related to Madeleine Wallace?”
“Yes, I’ve heard the news. I suppose people do the silliest things for love. Just wait till I get my hands on that Janus O’freymer. I’ll teach him a thing or two about love!” exclaimed June, anger seething through her teeth.
“I suppose I can arrange that. What’s the schedule for today then June?”
Wiji got up, slammed the door to scare away lingering curiosity before undressing and getting into the school uniform that was brought in for her.
“Well, first we’ll be meeting up with Master “Liam” Leeds. He will be your instructor for the morning. We’ll have lunch with your family shortly after morning training. You will be taking the practical examination in the afternoon. You’ll watch people take it the exam and when it’s your turn, just do your best.”
“What about my father, what is he up to?”
“I don’t have his schedule but I think he was looking for something in the archives, he should be done around lunch. Oh you look absolutely stunning in that uniform,” complimented June.
“Thanks, but I prefer my combat gear to this silly satin.”
It was quite true, she didn’t know to what extent protection was offered. Wiji reached for her pistols before June spoke,
“Oh those won’t be necessary. We’ll provide you with a substitute so no one gets hurt.”
“I am a licensed Vigilante, I can carry these around with me, student or not. Beside, I feel naked without them,” replied an indignant Wiji.
“Well I suppose it won’t do any harm,” said June meekly, aware of Wiji’s temper.
Before long they set out into the hall. She followed June, who seemed to be walking at a brisk pace. As they went about the halls and corridors, their passage would silence everyone and earn Wiji a good stare. Wiji suspected they’d gossip about her behind her back as soon as she was outside earshot. They arrived at one of the buildings shortly. It was a big concrete hall. There were only three other people inside besides June and Wiji. One of them was slouched on the benches, watching the other two, who were aiming their guns at the wall. Targets that popped up from the floor and ceiling was met with a rapid barrage of bullets. Upon getting closer, the man laying about the bench looked up nonchalantly and ordered the other two to ceasefire.
“Howdy there lil’ missy, I’m Liam, the akimbo instructor.”
“Hello Master Leeds, I’m Wiji.”
“No need for formalities Jessie, you’ll be fine, just a few exercises then off to a siesta,” his tone as laid back as he could be.
“Please Master Leeds, I’d prefer Wiji.”
“Oh don’t tell me you’re like one o’ those tight old coots up in the control room now Jessie,” added the Master with a wry smile.
The speakers blared to life,
“For the record, I heard that Liam, just get on with the training.”
“See? What’d I tell ya Jessie?” said Master Leeds who was getting up, “Alright, just some basic target practice to gauge your readiness. These two young’uns I’m coaching right now should pay attention.”
“Master Leeds, you haven’t given her anything to use yet,” complained June.
“I think she came prepared for that,” replied Liam, eyeing Wiji’s pistols, “Just like her father too, how cute. Alright, control, whenever you’re ready.”
“But, that’s live ammunition!” exclaimed June.
“Don’t get yer knickers in a twist, I’m sure Jessie here knows ‘xactly what she’s doing,” replied Master Leeds calmly.
Two targets popped up before any other objections could be voiced. All that was heard was thunder. June snapped her head towards Wiji, who was now crouched, and her weapons running hot. More targets appeared and Wiji dealt with them without moving out of position.
“That there is a very interestin’ stance there Jessie, what with your crouched right knee and outstretched left leg. Definitely ol’skool. Control, add obstacles please,” commented Liam, stroking his chin all the while.
This time the targets were obscured by cover and hostages. Wiji shifted her weight to bypass the first set of obstacles before emptying some lead into the targets. They all registered hits, fatal ones too. There was one last target, perched high above. Wiji simply leapt, rebounding off a wall before being able to remove the target’s head with a well placed kick after having exhausted all her ammo on other targets.
“That is a prime example of using them pistolieros,” concluded Liam, “That’ll be all, Jessie here’ll be fine.”
With that finishing remark, Liam walked back and lay on the bench.
“Alright you two, you’ve seen what a professional can do, back to training,” ordered Liam before catching some Zs.
Banquet
SS leaned against the wall, fingering through the assorted periodicals dating from eleven years ago. Wiji and her assistant came out of the building without noticing SS. They were too busy talking about Master Leeds. That lazy Liam was still teaching mused SS as he followed them subconsciously. Wiji and her assistant remained oblivious to his presence, even as they proceeded to the main building, which housed most of SS’ family. The hall was bustling with activity, students wandering in and out of the rooms, faculty going about their business and assorted administrative staff scurrying left and right. June led Wiji through the hustle and bustle and into one of the wings that lead to another, slightly larger room. Wiji was greeted with warm smiles all around. This was a family she never knew she had. She took another step inside, still stunned at the crowd sitting around the tables. June, her assistant let go of the door that was being held open for Wiji, inadvertently hitting SS, who was lost in thought. The landing and the ensuing exclamation snapped Wiji back to reality. SS came in rubbing his nose, to the bemused stare of family. It was uncomfortable for Wiji to be in the limelight, but SS squeezed her hand reassuringly. They sat near the elders, who could only be assumed to be SS’ parents, aunts and uncles. Introductions were exchanged, and in the end, it turned out this was part of the annual family reunion. Many more introductions were exchanged and fun was had, at least, until the clock struck two. Wiji managed to weasel her way out of conversation with Aunt Sandy and her husband before they bored her to death with marital advice. June met up with her soon enough before she was brought back to the building she supposedly trained in.
“Nervous?” she was asked.
“I’m ready,” replied Wiji.
Inside there were now many other students lined along a row of benches. Opposite the hall were a panel of teachers and instructors. She only recognized a few of them. Master Leeds was sitting on one side of the table, Aunt Sandy, was sitting nearer to the center, and to her surprise, her own father came in and sat in the last empty seat, next to Master Leeds. One of the elderly instructors stood and spoke,
“Students, this year’s final examinations are about to begin. However, this year’s examination shall be different than previous years. This year, we have been honoured by the presence of SS and his daughter, both renowned Vigilantes. SS and Wiji, please step forward.”
SS got up, beckoning Wiji to join his side. She leapt to his side in one bound after getting up promptly. The elder greeted her with a warm handshake before continuing,
“Many of you wish to become Vigilantes when you graduate, well today, you will go up against real Vigilantes. SS and Wiji will both get a head start.”
SS had already left the building with his daughter in tow.
“Your task is to land an ink mark on the duo using non-lethal munitions and dulled blades. They will remain on campus regardless of where you chase them. You may begin.”
The collective stood up and exited the building. The students left faster than their teachers. Already SS and Wiji were standing on the roof of one of the dormitories.
“So how do I pass the exam if everyone is after me?” asked Wiji.
“You already passed. Leeds got special permission to issue you a diploma due to your skill. I did not expect less from you. But save it for later, right now, we have a bunch of new hopefuls that could potentially join Raymon’s Children, since I know how taxed you guys are.”
“What? Wait, when was this arranged? Why no one ever tell me anything?”
“I said save it Wiji, right now, all we have to worry about are incoming attacks. We’ll be using our own live munitions so try not to kill anyone, okay?”
Before Wiji could reply, a dozen students managed to scale up to the dorm roof. Another few exclamations later and father and daughter were standing back to back, emptying clips. When they finally ran out of ammunition, SS and Wiji made a run for ammo caches that had been prepared just hours before.
“You still haven’t told me what happened during those twenty years you were gone,” started Wiji as she dodged out of the way of an incoming blade.
“Ah yeah, well, I was only gone for about ten years before I came back here to see how things were going, man, were those times really crazy,” replied SS who ate a bullet, staining him with indelible ink unique to that student.
“Like what?” asked Wiji before taking a blade to her flank.
“Like how I found out Tammy and I were ‘married’ just mere seconds before I died or finding out that she was the mayor. Perhaps what was weird was seeing you again and entrusting Jonathan to Reidan’s care. Oh and before I forget, you won’t believe how many loopholes the Vigilante system had 10 years back.”
There weren’t that many students left now. Most were incapacitated by strategically placed shots on the part of the duo. SS successfully managed to goad some of more impatient students into attacking him. A sword wielding girl charged him head on, only to be tripped up and sat on. Not given any respite, a second attacker attempted to impale SS on the end of a pike. SS leaned back to move out of the way and grab the pike, using it against his attacker. Those who threw caution to the wind did not find Wiji to be an easier opponent. She dove between blades, bullets and all other hazards, escaping with only a few more ink marks on her uniform. The school PA system chimed,
“To all senior students, your examination time is up, please return to the gymnasium. Those incapacitated should be helped to the infirmary by all students.”
All hostilities ceased. The students lined up and bowed before turning to return to the gymnasium. SS and Wiji did the same, leaping off to gather speed. They were joined by the few students who could keep up with them. As the final group burst into the hall, everyone took their seats, except for SS and Wiji who remained standing so that the graduates could be called out.
“Last but not least, I would like to formally welcome Mrs. Wiji Kidelowski as a part-time instructor to the school. Congratulations to all, you’ve deserved it!”
Nothing short of a deluge did the applause come. Moments later, SS could no longer ignore being prodded in the ribs by an elbow.
“Yes Wiji? What do you want?” he asked, tired.
“You always seem to avoid answering questions very well,” replied his daughter.
“I think its time for a flashback.”
10¼ Memory Lane
The sound of a vehicle could only herald the return of her husband from another a day at work. So much for the simple life thought Kathryn Kidelowski. Kathy, to her friends and family, didn’t lead a life of much excitement, but since that Krin person came to town, everything had changed. Sure, he provided equipment and new technology to the community to defend against the feral ones, but he had also brought with him corrupting influences. Namely his followers, some of which seem to have been driven to the brink, were disturbing. There were those who were dark and brooding, unsociable most of the time, as well those who could not contain their inner demons and ghosts. But Kathy’s community had always been a hospitable bunch, so everyone did their best to ease the pain. Even Krin got his hands dirty, rebuilding lives that were shattered by some terrible event. The last of his follower arrived later than the others. Surprisingly, it was the scarred one that tried to break the ice. He wasn’t jovial, but had his wits about him, employing it with comic effect. He turned out to be the most sociable of them all. Having no wish to recall his past, he only referred to himself as the Scarred Sir, eventually shortened to just initials, SS. Many years past and things settled down a bit. Her husband, Terrence, worked with Krin, doing what, she did not know, nor cared to find out. The little one, Kila, tugged on her skirt, probably to enquire about supper. She was surprised that SS had accompanied Terrence home. Probably to have a few indulgences along the way she thought. Kathy didn’t mind at all. The tugging became more urgent.
“What is it Kila?” she finally asked.
“Big brother, I don’t know what’s happening to him!” exclaimed her daughter.
Kathy looked for Jonny, finding him convulsing in the floor. At first she didn’t know what was happening, and from there, things went from bad to worse. At first she didn’t feel it, but there was a slight tremor in the ground. Gradually building up, it started to rattle the entire house and soon enough, the whole town before suddenly fading away. She checked up on Jonny, feeling his temperature, abnormally normal, his pulse, as fast as a kid on a sugar rush, and his breathing accelerated. Terrence only looked at her and called for SS. Everyone decided it was for the best to bring Jonny to Krin’s facility, just in case. Krin had built some sort of complex, having medical facilities that could not compare to the meagre first aid skills of the host town. Only a few years ago did he get it properly staffed and in a way most unexpected, usually drew in people from all over the wasteland. Nomadic caravans, strange-folk and even sometimes sentient feral ones would visit, perhaps to cure whatever ailed them. They were on the truck now, SS gunning the engine as he hastily navigated the small stretch of road that lead to the clinic. He radioed in, prepping the staff to receive their new patient. Within a speed unseen by Kathy at the time, SS slid out of the driver’s window with Jonny in his arms.
“He’s getting cold, get me a blanket stat!” commanded SS to the crew, who had assembled.
Terrence only held her, knowing his son was in good hands. What was Kathy to do but trust her husband? After all, SS did show signs of genuine concern, something that could not be feigned, no matter the skill. It was a long wait, and morning light had yet to come.
Memorable Doorway
The room’s constant was the beeping, steady and monotone, yet showing signs of life. On the bed was Jonathan Kidelowski. An eleven year old lying motionless as the staff kept a silent vigil over him, still at lost at what they could do. Deliberation was taking place in the nearby room. Many notions were presented but the only one that made sense was perhaps to transfer the Kidelowski child to a better medical facility, in the city. Reluctantly every agreed. There was not much better they could do for the child here. SS would take Jonny with him, to meet up with an old friend for a place to stay before seeking professional help. When dawn did come, only the steel mugs of coffee still remained on the table. Outside, a transport had been readied. It was only for two passengers, SS and his charge. It wasn’t an elegant vehicle, but it would make good time across the dusty tarmac. It was midway to their destination before Jonny regain consciousness.
“Ah Kidelowski, I’m glad you’re finally awake.”
It was that phrase that spawned Jonny’s questions and the lengthy explanation that followed. That managed to pass the time for the rest of the way. Soon enough they arrived at the edge of the city. They were greeted by men in street attire, bearing weapons.
“What is your business outsider?” almost spat one of them.
“Careful boys, I don’t want trouble okay?” replied SS carefully.
They only waved their guns around menacingly while consulting with their superior. Eventually they were allowed entry, to the dismay of the men. Before they had a chance to question him, SS picked up Jonathan and leapt off into distance, heading through a familiar city that had not changed much since he was gone, eleven years ago. Finally back at the safe house, SS knocked thrice. He was greeted like a comrade and led inside with little Jonny by his hand. Many pleasantries were exchanged before Jonny was led off to play with children his age.
“He’s not yours is he?” asked Raymon.
“Of course he isn’t. I’d be a terrible father,” SS sighed.
“Well, we’ve been out of touch for so long. In fact, it’s your daughter’s birthday. Did you bring any presents?”
“When she’s old enough to uses these,” replied SS.
SS dropped two pistols onto the table, they looked unique. Raymon hefted them.
“They’re light enough, although I never expected to see an IR pistol so light before. What clip are you using, 7, 15 or 30?”
“Fifty. A fifty round clip in each hand,” smugly replied.
“SS, isn’t that a bit too heavy? Even for you?” asked Raymon again.
“Nope, but I think 30 is enough for the little one.”
“That’s settled, but what about the one you brought in, Jonathan?”
“I think something special has happened to him, I’ll need to find Helion.”
“Only Tammy is in touch with Helion. You’ll have to go see her. I’ve got a Vigilante organisation to run you know?”
“Oh? I didn’t realize you’d set one up, that’ll at least cover my job security issues if I can get a job as a Vigilante. Why? I’m thinking of moving back.”
“You can’t be serious!” exclaimed Raymon.
“Oh but I am.”
The Memorable Identity
He rang the door bell. Back in front of the apartment he died in. But there were hurried footsteps instead. The door had glass panels and was see through. That was not surprising, what was however, was the greeting.
“Mr. Kajnin, Mr. Kajnin!”
It was the caretaker’s voice. SS was back in the real world again.
“Huh? Oh, I suppose that would be me,” he replied somewhat surprised.
“With all those years you’ve been gone, everyone thought you were dead.”
“I’m only here to talk to Tammy.”
“Mrs. Kajnin? Oh you mean Mayor Tammy?”
“I’ve missed quite a few things while I was away haven’t I? Well thank you for your help. Please don’t tell anyone, I want this to be a surprise.”
“Oh she’ll be so happy to see you again.”
“I’m sure,” said SS leaving.
Tammy was Mayor? Certainly things have changed while he was gone. Things might get a little tricky. Sure he had the capability to ascend buildings unaided, but a skyscraper? Well this was important to him. Funnily enough, the Mayor’s Tower also had multiple balconies. They were his stepping stones. Finally reaching the desired floor, he peeked in through the immense window. He was on the wrong side of the building. The ornate chair that the Mayor sat in had its back to him. He could see past it there was some person jotting something down. A journalist probably, but just by coincidence saw him standing there. SS swung himself of the balcony but enough just to hang onto the ledge out of sight. The door swung open, several larger men emerged, weapons drawn. They scanned the area, and as quickly as they came in, they filed out, satisfied that no one had breached their security. Or so they thought. This time, SS moved to another side of the building. This side at least had some curtains that he could obscure himself behind. Looking again, he could see the Mayor dismissing the over imaginative reporter before slumping back down on her desk. As soon as security dragged the press out, SS tapped on the window. This time the Mayor herself investigated, opening the balcony door. SS only leaned against the side of the building and crossed his arms before the Mayor could notice the intruder.
“I demand an explanation for this intrusion, or should I call security.”
“It’s been a long time Tammy,” breathed SS coolly.
“All these years and you still show up on other peoples’ window sills. If you really need to talk to me, go upstairs on the roof. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Tammy hadn’t changed much either, thought SS, but he made his way to the top. It was the Mayor’s penthouse. Why there was a pool up here, SS didn’t know. He leaned against the railing. There wasn’t much railing. Tammy came out from what probably her bedroom. She was in a casual robe.
“You owe man explanation,” she snapped while rounding the pool.
“Well, I thought you’d be safer without me,” tried SS.
“Safer? First the Awakening, then the mutants, now the press, do you have any idea what safe means? Obviously skipping town for a decade seems to have riddled your brain with nonsense. But on that note where have you been all these years?”
“Out of town and this is exactly why I came back. I have a very sick person that needs Helion’s attention. Now if you could tell me where I can find him, I’ll probably stay a while longer. One more thing, what the hell is the Awakening?”
“So people do live out there eh? Well, I suppose I could tell you where to find him, but times have changed. The Awakening was a big catastrophe. Injury and death were the immediate effects but the aftermath had much grimmer consequences. I don’t know what the hell actually happened but some people just started to mutate, each of varying degrees. Those that looked abnormal were killed off. They all shared one trait in particular no matter their physical appearance. That trait was to somehow control energy with their minds.”
“So Helion is one of them? That’s very interesting indeed,” remarked SS.
“Yes, but he still looks the same. We call them mentally gifted, or Magi, and he’s the dean of the School for the Magi. You look tired. Don’t tell me you’re going to go see him tonight. Can’t you at least stay the night? It’s been so long since we were alone together.”
“I might just take you up on that tempting offer,” smiled SS.
It had been too long, he thought. The unusually still and cool air allowed him to pick up the faintest sounds. But he was too lost in thought to actually pay them any mind. A mistake he rarely made.
“You there! Let go of the mayor and step back slowly with your hands where I can see them!”
The security wasted no time in surrounding him. SS raised his hand, only for his coat to reveal his holstered weapons.
“He’s got a gun, take him out!” shouted one of the detail before the whole area was lit up.
SS pushed Tammy into the pool to avoid getting her hurt. Swiftly dodging behind the bar, he could hear his cover slowly disintegrating. Both pistols were in his hand now as he had only one way to escape. Running and ducking, he returned fire, only to disable his attacker’s weapons.
“What the hell? No one is that accurate!” another surprised exclamation.
SS only climbed up onto the railing.
“See you later lads!” he taunted before taking the plunge.
Tammy surfaced. She was helped out by one of the security.
“Are you okay Mrs.?”
“You fool, I was talking to him,” she reprimanded, “Now get me a line to the SMagi. I need to talk to the dean.”
She was still soaking when an assistant came in with a phone.
“Master Helion speaking-”
“You will never guess who just came to visit today.”
“I think I can tell.”
“Oh you’re such a spoilsport.”
The Memorable Hat Interlude
The sound of the alarm clock ringing could not dull the aching. SS had come a long way and didn’t get any honest sleep until he was back home. Greeting him this morning was his friend, Raymon.
“You know that wasn’t very smart of you. Luckily you were only grazed because they’re lousy shots.”
“Will you just shut it hand me my coat.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“Why the hell not?” asked SS now slightly annoyed.
“Because you actually need proper gear if you’re going to survive here. Come on, get up already, we haven’t got all day.”
SS hauled himself off the couch he was sleeping on and onto the cold wooden floor with a thud. Getting to his feet eventually, he followed Raymon down to the kitchen. Wiji and Jonathan were eating cereal without paying any notice to the adults, conversing in what seemed like code words.
“Morning you two, I hope you’re both behaving,” said SS, interrupting them.
“Don’t scare them like that SS,” chided Raymon as he handed SS some breakfast before disappearing back to his room to get some clothes. SS got some coffee and sat down to eat. Wiji stared at him, whispering with Jonathan all the while.
“Mister, what happened to your head?” she asked.
“I saved your father’s butt,” he replied.
“Wow, does it hurt?”
“Not anymore.”
“Do you show it off?”
“Not really, I just don’t like wearing wigs.”
“Why don’t you wear a hat?’
“I don’t have a hat to wear.”
“Wait here then.”
Wiji scurried off somewhere. Strange girl he thought to himself. Then he remembered he was the father. He smacked his forehead. Now Jon was looking at him and trying to suppress a laugh. A hat, why didn’t he think of that? Wiji returned with a wide brimmed hat with a short crown.
“Here you go Mister, er, what is your name Mister?” she asked while putting the hat on his head.
“Hmm, you can call me Mr. SS. It stands for Super Secret.”
“That is a silly name. I will call you Mr. Super Silly then!”
SS didn’t have time to protest before Raymon came in with a bundle of clothes in his arms.
“Hey that’s my favourite hat!” he exclaimed.
“It’s for Mr. SS’ head. So it is his now,” explained Wiji between spoonfuls of cereal.
“Well I suppose if you chose his hat for him, I’ll choose his coat for him.”
Raymon picked out a brown trench coat from the pile of clothes he had. There were a few bullet holes here and there but it would suit SS’ need to blend in.
“So much for protective gear,” commented SS.
“Well didn’t you hear? Brown is the new black.”
The Memorable Decisions
“The dean will speak to you now,” answered the administrative assistant.
SS only nodded as he entered the office. The door was open.
“May I help you sir?” asked the Dean.
“Cut the crap Helion, I know you can read minds.”
“Well then, are you going to drag me out to see this sick child you have brought to the city?” asked the Dean again, bemused.
“Only if you don’t agree to come peacefully,” responded SS.
“Well, this seems important,” a hint of sarcasm.
Helion proceeded outside with SS following behind.
“Please hold all my calls. I’ll be back in a bit. I have personal business to attend to,” he told the secretary.
SS had already left, going through the nearby window. Helion sighed, it was typical of SS. At least SS didn’t travel at the speed of light. Helion focused hard, bending the space around him as he shimmered and shot his way to SS’ destination. SS had already reached the residence as Helion started to materialize.
“You could have told me you could that too,” said SS.
“Maybe if you stopped jumping through windows all the time,” remarked Helion.
Inside, Jonathan was still chatting away with Wiji. It was a weekend so the children sat around in the living room with not much else to do. Introductions were made and Helion took a brief look at Jonathan before commenting.
“He doesn’t look sick to me. However he does seem to be able to absorb some of the surrounding energy like a Magi, only it seems he can’t control the energy, leading to a build up and then release. I suppose you could wait another few years before anything resembling seismic activity occurs. It would be best if he could stay in the city, I’ll be able to keep a better eye on him.”
“He did already rock the house before, so I think it may be a good idea. However, I might need to talk this through with his mother. I’ll be going back tomorrow since I have one more thing to do today. Do you think I could get a Vigilante license?”
“Depends if they allow dead people or not.”
“If you seem to recall, I never really died, I just went missing for eleven years.”
“Well, I suggest you go back to school and get your diploma. On that note, you must simply know that they have renamed your family’s school in your honour.”
“Oh this I’ve gotta see. Hey, kids, I’ll be busy the rest of the day, try not to get into too much trouble okay?”
The children nodded before SS exited through a suspiciously new window. It happened to open up to a brick wall.
“Maybe you should try the door this time?” suggested Helion, smirking.
SS only grunted before leaving the premises. Helion took his leave soon enough, leaving the children to their own devices. In fact the whole visit was forgotten in short order. SS on the other hand did not. A quick jaunt through the roof tops later and he was on campus. He read the sign. “SS’ School of Martial Arts,” was written on it. Proceeding to the main building, SS waited for the clerk to show up at the desk. Rolling in on a squeaky office chair, the clerk greeted him.
“How may I help you sir?”
“Can you get a copy of my diploma please? I’m going to apply for a job.”
The clerk took a long hard look at him before rolling away on his squeaky chair. He returned with an older woman. It was Sai, his cousin.
“Is that you?” she asked.
“Surprised to see me?”
“No, but I didn’t expect a hat and a trenchcoat. So what will it be for?”
“I’m just going to get my Vigilante license.”
“Oh really, I never thought you’d change jobs. Well, here you go.”
Sai handed him a copy of his diploma. His business concluded SS turned to leave the school. He could feel Sai’s gaze.
“What is it Sai?”
“Remember, not everyone will be happy with your return.”
“I’m trying to keep a low profile and you’re not helping,” SS put an end to the conversation.
It could not be helped. He had already made a scene. All that he could do was walk out and a small crowd of students started to assemble. He only adjusted his hat before taking off for the Forums district. In a few moments, he was in a queue, waiting to fill in the application form for a Vigilante license having passed the preliminary screening. There were many different people waiting. When it was his turn, an emotionless clerk looked at him before handing him a form.
“Fill in this form, show some photo ID and credentials.”
There was no emotion in his voice. SS filled the form and fished out his diploma and citizen ID. SS leaned on the counter attentively as the clerk processed his information.
“Sir, I may have a problem. The registry says you’ve been dead for decade.”
“Why am I standing here then?” asked SS who anticipated it.
“Well, since there hasn’t been any precedence, can you tell me why this may be?”
SS looked around to make sure no one was listening and whispered,
“Between you and me, I’m an NTND survivor. I’ve been living in hiding for 11 years before trying to get a job again. Surely you can bend the rules a bit.”
“Whatever, here’s your license.”
The clerk handed his ID and diploma back, as well as the Vigilante license.
“Have a good day sir,” the clerk’s voice still emotionless.
Memory’s Cul-de-sac
The sun was setting on another uneventful day. Terrence could see how distressed Kathy was as the days wore on. This was going to be the fifth day that SS had left with Jonny. Their little home was still as dusty as ever. The winds died down, bringing with it a small drizzle of the fine yellow sand of the country side. The relative silence of the moment made hearing the now audible sound of an engine fast approaching possible. Terrence found his binoculars and scanned into the evening, trying to locate the origin of the sound. It wasn’t terribly hard to do since whatever the vehicle was it was stirring up a cloud of dust behind it. He zoomed further with his binoculars. As far as he could tell, it looked somewhat like a motorcycle, with a figure riding it. The rider was heading straight for his home. Could it possibly be SS? Terrence could not tell so he didn’t get his hopes up. His wife Kathy however was standing beside him so he handed her the binoculars. Perhaps she could tell who or what this mysterious visitor was. He was now visible to the naked eye, despite the encroaching darkness. Just mere moments before the sun set behind the great mountains to the west, their mysterious visitor skidded to a halt before them. Their visitor unwound the scarf around his face and readjusted his glasses before taking of his hat. An awkward silence descended as the visitor dismounted, unmasked. SS was back, but Jonny was not. A brief explanation allayed Kathy’s fears somewhat.
“All that I can say that is Jonathan would be safer in the city. I can assure you that I am doing everything I can to reverse his condition. If this makes you feel any better, I’ll be moving back to the city and I will look after him. I’ll leave you to discuss it tonight, since I have to report back to HQ.” SS said.
SS exited and soon the sound of his motorcycle roared off into the night. Terrence and Kathryn Kidelowski took the night to reflect. The lamps burned bright throughout the night, until it was morning again. Satisfied by the decision reached, they fell asleep while waiting for SS’ arrival. It was not long before the distant rumble of an engine came and the couple roused from their sleep. Terrence got up, and picked up an innocuous looking stick, similar to the one he used himself. Kathryn went to freshen herself up and prepare something to eat. Later, all three were sitting at the table, eating.
“We accept your offer SS. We can’t do much more for him here,” said Kathryn.
“Then it is settled?” SS asked.
“Yes, but please, give this to him, it’s a family tradition.” Kathryn replied.
She passed the wooden stick to him.
“Although I am not one to question tradition, but is this some kind of joke?” asked SS.
Terrence went up, got his stick. He held it horizontally with an outstretched arm. From a hidden button that he pressed, two blades of equal length extended from the ends of the stick, rendering it lethal.
“We hope he could at least have some form of protection,” Kathryn explained.
The blades retracted.
“I assure you, he’ll have the safest of lives,” said SS.
Seven years later, SS did a double take.
Wedding Invitations
High up on Mayor’s Tower, Tammy Kajnin received an invitation from her daughter. It read:
At the same time, various journalists discovered a mysterious missive that happened to have landed on their desk, somehow. It was an invitation, it read:
Wedding Party
The bride’s bouquet was tossed and it was caught by Jumi, who in the spur of the moment planted a small kiss on Nib’s cheek as if it would cement their future. Nib remained impassive. Sitting at a table some distance from the married couple and their joyous friends, were the parents the bride and groom.
“Tammy, I would like to introduce you to Terrence and Kathryn Kidelowski, they are Jonathan’s parents. Terry, Kathy, this is Tammy, my wife.”
“I’ve never expected my sister-in-law to be such the Mayor of the city!” exclaimed Kathy.
“Likewise, I did not know there were actual people living outside of the city,” replied Tammy in kind.
“Reminds me of the wedding we never had,” SS chimed in.
“A pity really,” Tammy agreed.
“Well, now at least my mother has a great grandchild,” said SS smiling.
“That makes us all grandparents then,” added Terry.
The parents went on chatting. Meanwhile, selected members of the press scribbled down notes, took pictures and interviewed some of the guests. The guest list wasn’t too big but the majority was part of SS’ extended family. Sai was here, SS being her favourite cousin. Master Leeds also attended, now that Wiji was his teaching assistant. Juhno Wallace was too busy beating the stuffing out of Janus O’freymer to actually pay any attention to the festivities. Wiji’s friend of the late Raymon Senoir’s Vigilante organisation also attended, even Dexter, who was somehow dragged from his desk. Many drinks later and they were swapping stories of their own and came to the conclusion that both organisations should merge under the name of Raymon’s Children. All the merriment and diversion were for good reason. It was a new start for everyone. Another clipping was added to the scrapbook and many pleasant memories were filed away, to be cherished at a later date. But all was not well. Janus’ wounds have reopened, bringing about a change in his normally sunny disposition. A depression that could serve as a distraction at the least expected moment. There were also still people out there who were hostile and would gladly contribute to the downfall of the family. Whatever was the going to happen, there was always that universal constant, the future was always uncertain.
Meanwhile, a man was smoking his pipe in his private study. Before him was an assembly of the youngest and brightest of his trade. The time was now right to bring down the mightiest of legends. It would be the ultimate revenge.
“We are all present and accounted for sir. Your orders?” one of the young ones said.
“Come here and take a look,” the man said beckoning.
Laid across the table were the schematics of a female’s dormitory. Underneath were other similar diagrams.
“Sir, I do believe panty-raiding is hardly profitable for someone of our skill,” commented the same young man.
“That is not our target, this man is.”
A photo was produced from the man’s pocket.
“Here is my plan,” said the man.
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